Fast food
Daniel timidly walked up to the counter at Chicken Filet, a local fast food establishment on campus he had applied to over the summer. He had been hired with the condition his start date coincided with the semester starting for the university. He had only just a day or so prior moved into his dorm, 100 miles away from home. Now completely on his own, he had a job and a whole new place to live.
The blonde girl in a polo and black hat addressed him as he walked up, "Hi there, welcome to Chicken Filet, how can I help you?"
"Um, I'm actually supposed to work here. Is the manager Emily around?"
The cashier eyeballed Daniel and then said "Suuure, let me get her."
A short while later, Daniel was outfitted in his own black polo shirt and black hat. His nametag would take a couple days to arrive, but that was ok. He was shuffled around to the front counter again with Emily giving him the tour.
"So, this is what we call 'front of house'. It's the area with the cashiers, drink machines, and registers." Daniel looked around and saw the rows of drink cups stashed under the counter, along with the window to the kitchen area where the food would pass through to be served.
The blonde cashier from earlier gave him a sly smile and mentioned she looked forward to working with him. "I hope we have similar schedules. You seem like you need some help learning."
Moving on, Emily took him to the other side of the building where the kitchen equipment was housed. "This is the back of the house area. Here is where all the fryers, coolers, and food preparation happens." Daniel was acknowledged and introduced to several members of the cooking crew. They all seemed pretty chill, plus they were allowed to play music back here.
Emily took Daniel back into her office to finalize his schedule to work around classes and such.
"So, you are going to work nights on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays for now." Daniel just nodded along. It was all fine to him, as long as it worked with his class schedule. He was new to town and didn't have any friends yet anyways.
The next shift, he was to shadow the cashiers in the front of house area to learn that job. It was important at this establishment that people be able to float around if needed, so he didn't have a set location or role quite yet. The same blonde cashier from before was here again. She smiled warmly at Daniel, as she was tasked with training him.
"I was hoping I would get to train you! You seem like you could use a friend!"
She leaned over across Daniel to reach the cups on the other side of him. She could have gone around him, but doing this allowed her to press her breasts against his arm momentarily. After this, she taught him on the register, showing him what buttons did what. She seemed to take great joy in holding his hand to move his finger to the right buttons, as she pressed herself against him from behind.
Daniel was aware of her coming onto him. He was no stranger to that. He was just happy he had a job to pay his bills as he started college. Having a little female attention while doing so was just a bonus.
After some instruction, Chloe moved on and went back to her own register. Several hours went by and employees came and went, as everyone worked odd hours due to class schedules. As it got later, the closing shift started to trickle in.
Daniel was taking the order of a customer, when in the middle of doing so, a loud noise came from behind the door to the kitchen.
"WHY ARE THESE FRYERS SO DIRTY?" a female voice yelled. "I am sick and TIRED of opening shift not cleaning up their shit!"
Curious to see who has caused such a ruckus, Daniel started to poke his head into the back only to be met with the door slamming outward directly into his face. He pulled back immediately, assuming he would be in much trouble from whoever was coming through, only to be met with a 5'4" dark haired, maybe 100lb soaking wet woman. She pushed past him without apologizing and continued her tirade about the first shift ruining the fryers.
Daniel was completely enamored though. He watched as the fiery little woman walked up and down, waving her arms around angrily. It was hard not to think she was adorable though. Her small size meant all the clothing was baggy on her, and the long sleeve shirt she wore under the uniform polo slipped past her hands as she gestured around. This caused her to flap around empty sleeves until she pushed them back up. Her glasses slipped down her nose and intermittently she had to push them back up.
Eventually she caught him gawking at her and simply rolled her eyes, before pushing her way back into the kitchen.
"Who is
that
?" Daniel asked.
Chloe replied, "Oh. That's Millie. She's the shift lead for the closers."
"Is-is she always that angry?" Chloe seemed annoyed with the attention no longer on her, but she replied "Yes, she is an awful person. You'd best steer clear. Anyways, do you want to help me check the freezer stock?"
Chloe led Daniel down to the store rooms below the building. It was dark and not quite musty but not quite fresh smelling either. Chloe opened the freezer door and started to hand him various food items to hold as she dug through the inventory, checking to make sure everything was in order and labeled.
"So, when do you get off tonight?" Chloe asked over her shoulder at Daniel.
"Emily wants me to stay for the closing shift tonight so I know what it's like. I think I'll be working that anyway, since it works best around my classes."
Chloe seemed annoyed at this information and replied, "Well have fun with the bitch upstairs. I was hoping we'd get to spend more time together. You're cute. I get off in a few minutes."
Chloe brushed past him and didn't say another word as they went back upstairs. As they popped back into the kitchen, the fry cook yelled out, "Hey Chloe, got you a new plaything I see?"
Darrel was an older man that had greasy hair and apron with a gut that jiggled as he shook the fry basket. His grin at the two of them let Daniel know this man likely had some great stories.
Chloe muttered something about never being able to have fun and stormed off to clock out.
Darrel slapped his hand on Daniel's shoulder while saying "Hey everyone, I think this is our new helper for closing! You're gonna love it, bud. Emily doesn't stick around past 5 and neither does her teacher's pet, Chloe. They're both uppity cunts."
"Darrel! I don't like them either, but you can't be talking like that to our new helper, you dipshit. You're going to scare him off and we will be short staffed again." The stern woman from before was back, now moving down the kitchen inspecting everyone's work and taking note of what needs restocking.
The rest of the night Daniel spent his time cleaning, restocking, and helping whoever needed it as he learned the different roles.
Once the restaurant closed the doors and the kitchen was all cleaned and restocked for the next day, the team lined up to clock out. Unfortunately, Daniel's employee number hadn't been activated yet, so he would have to wait on Millie to clock him out as she was the supervisor on duty.
However, Millie was lingering in the store room still counting boxes and making sure correct quantities could be reordered by Emily the next day. Daniel walked up behind her as she was lost in thought counting.
As she bent and twisted reading box labels, Daniel couldn't help but watch her tight body move beneath the baggy clothes. He silently appreciated the small curves of her ass when the pants tightened as she bent over, or the glimpse of her hip bones poking up from her waistband when she pulled a box off the shelf above her head.
Suddenly she turned and noticed him checking her out. Her pale cheeks instantly turned beet red in embarrassment and anger from being observed in such a way. "What are you doing? Don't stare at me like that, you pervert. Anyways, what do you need? Aren't you supposed to be home by now?"
Daniel apologized and explained about his need to be clocked out by a manager. A short time later, Millie was locking the door as they walked separate ways to go home. Apparently, Millie was only a few years older than him and had an apartment near campus. Daniel lived in the university housing dorm building a short walk away.
He collapsed in his bed shortly after getting a shower and thinking about his day at work. Chloe seemed nice, but he didn't really like blondes that much, and he wouldn't be working with her much anymore anyways, since she worked day shift. The other employees seemed pretty fun, and getting to play music in the kitchen while closing was cool. His mind kept coming back to Millie though. Thinking about what she really looks like under those clothes, as he drifted off to sleep.
The next day, Daniel awoke to his alarms, still tired from yesterday. He slowly got ready for class, and eventually made it through the day thanks to some energy drinks.
Later that night, he clocked into the restaurant as the day shift left. Fortunately, his number worked this time. He didn't dare chance another confrontation with Millie.
The night went by fairly smoothly; the only hiccup being Millie scolding him for not salting the fries enough. That only resulted in Darrel and some of the other cooks making comments about how Millie's personality was plenty salty.
"Daniel, come help me move around and carry some things up from downstairs." Millie stood at the stairwell with hands on her hips, with a look that says "and don't even try to stare this time."
Daniel, a short time later, wiped the sweat off his face and asked Millie, "So why am I moving this stuff around? I feel like I keep moving stuff from one side of the room to the other."
"Maybe you are," Millie said with a smirk.
"I thought it'd only be fair that I get to sit and watch you work this time. Besides, sweat suits you well. You've done good though, let's get what we actually need out of the cooler and go back up."
The cooler was a tight squeeze with them both in there. Daniel held the few items they needed, while his supervisor checked her list. Her breath billowed out in small puffs in front of her. As Daniel watched, his eyes drifted downwards towards her chest. Sharply poking through her shirt, her nipples were visible, almost begging him to reach out and squeeze them. He realized she must not wear a bra with breasts that small. The thought of her breasts being just out of sight behind her shirt started to arouse him. Soon he felt his pants tighten, as blood flowed into his penis. He panicked, as his arms were still full of things he couldn't set down and no way to readjust himself to hide his erection.
Millie noticed him staring at her pointed nipples and gave him a scowl. "You just can't help yourself, can you? I'd almost believe moving all those boxes around was worth it to you."
Daniel replied with a smile. "The cold suits you well, Millie."
