Hooters. Oh my god I’ve hired a Hooters waitress to be my Office Manager. I’m going to be paying $85,000 a year to a Hooters Waitress to run the practice that takes care of my patients, feeds both my family and those of my other staff members and my associate docs. I’m going to be entrusting my career and my future to the hands of a fucking Hooters Waitress.
To be fair she’s had several, more “serious” jobs since the four plus years out of high school that she spent at the restaurant down in Northville on Rte 17. But, sitting there at my desk during our interview, she giggled as she explained how it was the job at Hooters at which she’d ‘had the most fun’. “Such nice people!” she’d lauded, “And good money, if you believe it…Really!!”
Her smile, her eyes just lit the room and absolutely demanded my undivided attention. She was tall, fit, insanely beautiful in an earthy, natural way. And her figure was absolutely otherworldly, almost impossible to believe. Like a perfect physical specimen, and then some. I was rapt, trying my hardest not to stare across the desk at her.
I think it was at this point that, hoping she didn’t know how bedazzled she had me, I made some awkward little joke and told her - just to compete with Hooters - I’d have to maybe pay her more than my last Office Manager.
“REALLY??” she gushed again, eyes lighting as she sat stock straight, sending jiggles through the tautly bulging cleavage pressed boldly up through the neckline of her white blouse. That, and her megawatt smile made my heart flutter and I knew not what to say. “Well, maybe then I can finally get rid of my uniform, then,” she laughed, adding "I still fill in once & awhile. I helped out at a police fundraiser, just last summer…”
Oh Jesus, there she is.
So, of course, after the day wherein I had made one of the biggest mistakes of my life, of courseI spent the entire night surreptitiously scouring the web, ollllllldstuff, the corny fan sites, the fetish-y forums, searching for anyone who may have at some point snapped a picture of the outrageously built waitress at that Hooters down on 17 in Northville and posted it, somewhere.
Oh god, there she is. Younger.
The pictures were few, but they were all I needed…the pictures, and the memories burned into my brain of her enormous breasts in a push-up bra, straining against the confines of her crisp white blouse as we sat across the desk from one another, both gradually realizing that the job was hers…
….part of a continuing series I have on @stevenbasic , just in case you like this sort of thing and want to read in order.
