This is a new story that I have been working on. Inspired by personal experience, but more on the dreamy side haha! Hope you guys enjoy it🤞🏼
Chapter One
"Is this soda vegan?"
I pondered on the dumbass question this white sugar baby asked while her very vivid sugar daddy sat in oblivious ignorance to what she had just said.
'iS sOdA VeGaN?'
"I believe it is ma'am as it is made with natural syrups and acids," I responded sarcastically.
"Ok thank you," she side eyed me.
"Of course, let me know if you guys need anything else," I lied.
I paced to the kitchen in irritation, contemplating this shit job at a high end restaurant. Dealing with the same personality of snotty rich people who constantly want to be spoon fed their entire meal every single day is soul wrenching. I mean after all, it is an all you can eat Brazilian steakhouse that caters the food to your table but I digress.
Running on two hours of sleep and little to no food all because I am making ends meet with my landlord has me over the edge. Working a full day shift is not boding me well so far.
Walking through the kitchen I see other coworkers experiencing my same exasperation. John downing a shot of tequila by the sink, Laura inhaling her nicotine pen by the freezer, and Reggie the head chef sautéing while wiping off the river of sweat from his forehead.
I on the other hand, do not delve into substance or alcohol for personal traumatic reasons, besides the point, I need a de-stresser during a rush like this, so what do I do?
Restroom stall. Take five.
You have to admit the mind is cleared when the blood flows "down there". As icky as it is especially in your workplace let alone a restaurant I needed this at the moment. So, naturally I search the web for the goods.
