Dishwasher Wanted

Intro: This is a 'fever dream' sort of story based on a funny sign I remember reading about. Enjoy!

Peter sighed, got up from his bus seat as it came into the stop in the high street, swayed drunkenly down the aisle as it slowed abruptly and finally stumbled down the steps onto the side-walk outside. Today was the day he'd set aside to find some part time work during his summer semester from college. Peter was a stocky Asian student of average height with a rounded oval face and short jet black hair. He had gone for a smart casual look today, with boot cut jeans and a store brand T-shirt, since he considered this to be the best attire to search for casual work. Technically, Peter was his English name, his real name being Mingze, though nobody seemed to be able to pronounce that without considerable effort and 'Peter' was just easier.

He glanced down the road as he strode toward the town centre praying he would get lucky and find a job today. He was quite low on funds at the moment having partied hard during his first year. He didn't want to think what his parents would say if he had to beg them for money already. The sight of a bustling town centre got his hopes up, surely there would be plenty of shopkeepers who needed an extra pair of hands during the summer in this market town that was popular with tourists and locals alike.

His pace slowed as he spied a Chinese restaurant with a notice in the window. Could it be a 'help wanted' poster? He ambled closer and squinted at the sign for a better look.

"Dishwasher needed to clean dishes and two waitresses"

Peter chuckled at the bad grammar. Clearly English was a second language to the owners. Well, a job was a job and he needed the money, he should follow up all potential opportunities. Pausing for the briefest moment, he strode decisively into the restaurant.

Inside, he noticed the place was fairly busy with about half the tables full. A couple of waitresses scurried between the tables serving diners and taking orders. They wore traditional red silk Cheongsam dresses with a gold pattern over and had dark hair tied up in tight buns. They had lithe, trim figures, were he thought late teens to early twenties and looked hot, he'd love an opportunity to chat them up, should the chance arise. He noticed one look enquiringly in his direction, walking over.

"Hey, I'm here about the position" he said confidently.

"Oh, You want to speak to the owners" she said in a slight accent he couldn't quite place. She pointed to an elderly couple sitting at the back in a service area. She smiled at him slightly, before moving back to the dining area to continue serving customers.

Peter strode toward the couple. Before he could open his mouth the old lady spoke

"You want job, huh?"

She had a stern abrupt demeanour along with a strong Chinese accent. She was quite short and wore a flowing floral pattern dress. The old man next to her merely smiled in a friendly manner. He had a long white beard and bald head, and was dressed in traditional suit with red dress shirt and dark trousers.

"Er, yes" Peter replied.

"Right, what is yo' name?" the old woman asked.

"Peter"

"OK, Peter san, we aww'ways put new pee-pol on a try-awr shif'. Is tha' OK with you?"

Peter grimaced inwardly, he didn't want to risk working for hours without certainty of pay, though really needed the work.

"OK, can do."

"Right, go in there", the old lady pointed to a door at the back of the restaurant behind the service area.

Peter walked in feeling a little reluctant. Inside he was greeted by the sight of a large room tiled on floors and walls with no windows. Taking up most of it was a massive metal basin the size of a double bed which rose to just below his chest, abutting ledges against the walls on either side and tiled at the front. Walking up to it, he noticed a large rigid metal structure hanging over the side, and realised with a start it was a humongous tap arching itself over the basin. Peering into the basin for a closer look he noticed a plug hole and accompanying sink plug in it the size of a dustbin lid. He realised with bemusement he was looking at the largest sink he'd ever seen in his life. 'What on earth could they wash here?' he thought to himself. Over the left side of the sink he noticed a tiled ledge with standing width, with a sponge the length of his forearm on it as well as a plastic container as tall as he was with thin nozzle protruding from the top. Confused for a second, he quickly realised he was looking at a dish-soap dispenser. He also saw out of the corner of his eye a few tiled steps leading up to the ledge from the floor. On the right hand side of the sink was a larger ledge, for what purpose he couldn't surmise. He was feeling very confused now.

"Ey, what you doing Peter san?" the old lady admonished him as she walked into the room.

"No s'racking! Go get yo'sef ready!"

She pointed at a few pegs on the wall at the far left, upon one of which hung an apron and gloves. Peter quickly put them on and headed back to the sink, when he noticed the waitresses from earlier wander in and stand near the pegs. 'What could they be doing here?' he wondered, shouldn't they be with customers?

Then without warning or ceremony, one of the waitresses reached up to the top of her back and unbuttoned her dress, she then casually pulled the zipper down to her waist. In an unhurried manner she then reached up to push the dress over the front of her shoulders and pushed it down her front to reveal a sizeable pair of completely bare perky breasts, just as her colleague started to do the same.

Peter's eyes bulged out of his skull as his brain fought to compute this turn of events. What in god's name was happening? The waitresses pushed their dresses down past their bottoms, down slender legs and stepped out of them entirely, completely bare. They then gave him an eyeful as they bent over to pick up their discarded garments before hanging them on the pegs.

"Ey, what you gawpin' at?" the old lady half shouted, causing Peter to jump. "You never seen girl before?" she tutted.

"Look, Peter san, the waitresses get very dirty after workin' all day, you need clean them now".

Peter felt his eyebrows move up his head and his face contort in disbelief and confusion. Seriously?

"Everything you need over there" she said with a tone of finality, pointing to the ledge with the dish-soap and sponge. With that she turned to walk from the room.

"Make sure you clean them good and proper Peter san!" she yelled over her shoulder as she left the room.

As Peter turned around back to the sink he saw the girls were walking up the steps, their naked hips and asses swaying from side to side as they climbed to the ledge. He felt his erect penis was uncomfortably hard in his pants now and had been for a while. What struck him was how casual they were about the whole thing, with no behaviour to show him they were courting his attention or otherwise, as though this was something they did routinely every day. He also noticed that they appeared to have lost the power of speech, having not said a word since they came in, though their expressions revealed a lot about their inner state.

The girls sidled up to the side of the sink on the ledge and sat down on the side, their legs swinging over the edge, smiling slyly. The sight took his breathe away. The girls each had a small, modest bush and as they sat down he got a view down their legs to their pussy lips and and clits peaking out just underneath. He wondered whether they were teasing him. They then put their hands on the edge of the sink and pushed off to get into the water in-front of him, which came up above their knees as they waded across. They finally turned and sat back against the edge of the basin with their backs to Peter and seemed to visibly relax, as though in a jacuzzi.

Peter stood still gaping, his mouth opening and closing involuntarily in shock. He half expected someone to jump out and tell him he was on a hidden camera TV show. The girls turned slightly to look at him, they looked a touch bored, one of them raised an eyebrow slightly and pointed to the ledge. Oh, he needed to wash them right?

He felt a smile creep across his face and etch it into a broad grin. No time to waste, better jump to it! He walked up the steps to the ledge, and knowing intuitively what to do pushed down a couple of times on the soap dispenser letting green gelatinous fluid fall into the basin. He then turned a massive tap which came up to his knee to add some hot water to the sink. The girls smiled broadly and sploshed their feet about happily as the basin filled with more warm water and bubbles formed around them. Checking the water temperature briefly he turned off the water as it came up to their breasts leaving their erect nipples protruding above the water surface.

He picked up the sponge and strode back to the front of the sink, knowing he needed to give them a good scrubbing now. Peter felt nervous however and after leaning over the edge and wetting the sponge, tentatively lay it on one of the girl's shoulders, sponging her lightly. The girl looked around at him, visibly unimpressed and shook her head. She then lay her hand over his and started pushing the sponge around in broad strokes over her chest. Clearly she knew what she wanted.

Peter realised with excitement that it was his job to clean every square inch of these ladies. He started on the first one by rubbing the sponge carefully around her delicate neck, before rubbing the sponge in broad circular strokes down back, trying to be vigorous but not overly rough. When he got down to her lower back the waitress stood up to let him go lower, smiling coyly. He sponged around her hips before making round motions around her ass cheeks, feeling he now had the hang of this, the girl's seductive smile pushing him on.

He leaned over the side as much as he could, not quite able to reach her lower legs, though she didn't seem too fussed and seemed to enjoy the fact his face was so close to her ass. She tousled his hair coquettishly, smiling at him. He glanced over at the other girl. She struck a relaxed pose, with her fingers interlocked behind her head laying back against the side and appeared to have zoned out, her perky breasts peeking above the water line.

Now for the front of the waitress! He put a hand on her shoulder to motion her to turn around then got to work. He delicately ran the sponge over her face, the girl standing rigid to attention. He then ran the sponge in broad strokes across her chest and around her breasts in broad circular motions, noticing they were firm to the touch. The girl really seemed to be enjoying herself now, closing her eyes as if to better take in the moment and fondling her own breasts on occasion.

Peter pushed onward, going down her belly and hips - which she jiggled from side to side. As the sponge got down near her nether regions, she bent and widened her stance slightly and he realised she wanted him to sponge her inner thighs. He eagerly complied, rubbing the areas surrounding her bush and pussy. She seemed very excited now, closing her eyes entirely and letting her mouth fall open in a slight 'o'. She gasped as he pushed the sponge around her and he thought he felt her pussy make contact with his forearm for the briefest moment. She grabbed his hand over the sponge and pushed very vigorously around herself, gasping out after a few moments. Peter thought he saw the other waitress pull a sly smile out of the corner of his eye.

All too soon, Peter found that he was finished, the waitress was relatively clean from head to toe and she half waded, half swam over to the right hand side of the basin where she then reached up and hauled herself out of the sink, her ass bulging out as she did giving him an awesome rear view of her pussy between her legs. He wasn't entirely sure all the glistening he could see there was just water and dish soap. Peter's cock was still rock hard in this pants. When the girl was finally up on the ledge she reached up above her head and took down a large sheet of material from above her head which Peter realised with a start was a giant dish towel - nothing would surprise him any more. She began towelling herself down, looking at him shyly.

Peter heard a splash in-front of him and turned around to see the second waitress smiling sweetly and tousling her hair as she stood, her hot nude body fully frontal to his. Time for cleaning number 2...

A while later Peter stood in the dining area.

"Here is yo' advance" the old lady passed him some money. "My waitresses are very clean now, good job, though too slow, you need to be faster!"

"You start tomorrow noon, do NOT be r'ate!" she said briskly.

"Don't worry, I'll be here in good time" Peter re-assured her.

The old male owner smiled up at him and nodded slightly, giving him a knowing glance. Peter understood himself to be excused and left the now empty restaurant. When he got outside he paused and the situation hit him like a ton of bricks. Wait, what TF had just happened?