From the corner booth, three piece-suited Andrew "The Axe" Culligan glared around the Muncie Chef Supreme. No business, poor location, part-time hours. What a joke. Just another rundown fast-food burger joint, interchangeable with a thousand others littering American highways.
It would be shut down, soon - he'd see to that. He'd earned the title "The Axe." Relished it. 50-ish and portly he might have been, he thought. But he was powerful! Ah, the life of a traveling corporate headhunter was indeed a sweet one.
This one was a family operation, run by a single mother. The only employees were her three daughters and a kid called Scary Phil. Mom had pulled her daughters out of college. Couldn't afford real workers. And Scary Phil probably just needed a little cash to keep up the payments on his piercings.
Average locations had several shifts of workers, not just this paltry four. But Mom had argued four was plenty here, given their spotty business and scant hours.
The Axe had seen more serious operations. More profitable ones, too.
"Gotta cut it loose," his manager had instructed him before he left. "Figures don't lie. The place just isn't bringing in the profits. Besides, with the merger..."
The Axe knew. The impending merger between the increasingly-lowly Chef Supreme chain and the mega Burger-Mart one had meant unprofitable locations had to be shut down.
Mom/Manager Allyson paused at his booth en route to her office. Clipboard in hand. "Let me know if you need anything else." Brrrrr.
He shook his head and watched as she walked away. The neatly-creased, navy blue and pinstriped jacket/skirt business ensemble couldn't hide her curves. And she certainly had some.
A major chest, fantastic ass and big bouffant. Pretty too, in a mature sort of way. But she'd been cold his entire visit. Probably knew the end was near.
Chef Supreme employees' rumors about The Axe's sexual predations were true. Chuckling. Bagging the odd desperate employee was a side benefit. ("Please don't shut us down. I'll do anything!" And they did.)
And that made giving corporate a shut-down recommendation all the sweeter. Those stupid little sluts!
The rumors had, of course, reached corporate. Those boys didn't care. Still, he'd been warned. "This is a family operation," the manager had intoned. "And if it ever comes down to a choice between protecting the chain's good name and letting you go..."
He'd understood. He wouldn't reform, of course. But he'd keep it down low.
Daughters Jenna and Jessie were behind the counter. Jenna, the youngest, had a cute, innocent quality to her. Attractive in a virginal, nubile way. Middle sister Jessie, on the other hand, was a loud flirt. A hooker-in-training. She liked dramatic, colorful makeup, pushup bras and cheap jewelry.
Back at the grill were oldest daughter Jaqueline and the kid they called Scary Phil. She was fairly hot for a small-titted tall chick. And Scary Phil -- The Axe winced -- weird! Rings in his eyebrows, Frankenstein boots, spiked leather wristband, 10-inch green Mohawk. Those two seemed to have a thing going.
All wore the same hideous Chef Supreme uniform, red cotton slacks and matching jacket, yellow plaid designs. White blouses. Topped off with jaunty little berets. Except Phil, of course, who couldn't fit one over his rooster hair.
Banging these naive, cute little chicks would be fun. He snorted. Hell, if he had time, he might even do Mom.
"Listen, I'm going out to my car to finish some paperwork," He rose from the booth and, taking up his gaudy Chef Supreme portfolio, made for the glass doors.
Jenna and Jessie exchanged knowing smiles, continuing to swipe the counter with cloths. Jaqueline and Scary Phil watched from the smoking grill. Allyson pursed her lips and waited until The Axe was outside, then spoke.
"Okay, this is it. Everybody set?"
They were.
"Remember," Allyson looked from one to each other. "We've been here too long to lose it all. Phil?"
He grinned, tapping his camera phone.
Seeking privacy, the Axe swung the car around behind the Chef Supreme, back by the dumpster. He began filling out the report, noting the abysmal location, sparse business and dim prospects. "Shut down recommended," he wrote. What the hell, he added a frowny face at the bottom of the page.
A tap on the passenger side window interrupted him. Jessie.
"Hope I'm not interrupting," she said as she climbed in. "But, um...Mom says you might close us."
"No, no," he lied.
She closed her eyes. "Look, I don't care for me --hell, I want to go back to college -- but Mom's been running this place for five years. What's she going to do?"
Patiently. "Jessie, I'm not recommending a shut down."
"So, I was thinking...Not that it would change your mind, exactly. Just to sort of help things along -" she took a deep breath - "I could suck your dick."
The Axe sat erect. "Jessie! What a suggestion!" He waved the closed portfolio. "I'm not recommending a shut down." He shook his head. "I'm really not."
"No shutdown? We'll stay open?"
"That's right."
She thought for a moment. "Um, but still..."
The Axe harrumphed. "Fine! If you really want to..." Looking around, he unzipped and withdrew himself. "But I'm doing this under protest."
Jessie unbuttoned her work blouse, wriggling it off her shoulders. She jutted out her violet maidenform bra-encased, perky breasts.
Now it was the Axe's turn to stare. He could feel his dick practically bursting. It jerked excitedly, demanding attention.
Jessie bent near it, whispering, "I hope this'll be OK." She looked into his eyes." This'll be my first time for this."
"Oh, please, please..." The Axe felt light-headed.
