Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
Hello my name is Emma. I'm in my 23 currently living alone in a small studio flat. I move to the city way before I should have and did not have a job lined up. So after moving in I had to find a job quick and I soon found one as a waitress in a restaurant. It was not the worst job in the world, the hours were flexible and most of the staff were nice but the pay meant that each month I was struggling for money.
My dream was to the city and find a working in fashion. I had gone to college and got a degree in fashion but I was struggling to find a job. I thought moving to the city would help me as I was more available. I felt like I was making progress and was happy to kept trying for my dream job.
My waitress job was almost enough to cover my rent but it was the tips that helped me and gave me money to spend so they meant a lot to me. Being a young pretty girl meant I got more tips then most and with a little flirting with the boys never hurt. I also used my uniform to help show of my slim frame and small perky boobs to good effect, not only did I get more tips but all my male co-workers were extra helpful.
As I said before, most of the staff were nice. Becky on the other hand was a bitch. She was a typical butch lesbian. Now I have nothing against lesbians, I'm straight and have never been interested in women that way, but she was just a bitch. When I say a typical butch lesbian I mean the usual short hair and well built, not fat but bigger then my slender frame. It was not the fact she was a lesbian that I disliked her it was the fact she was rude and arrogant. My dislike was also not one sided, she thought I was just a stupid pretty girl and used my looks to get what I wanted.
We kept our dislike for each other professional and we're still able to work together. We would just trade insults as we worked and talk shit behind each other's backs. After a while we gained a sort of respect for each other but we still did not like each other.
It was a Monday night in the restaurant which was the worst shift to have as it was dead quite. On Mondays we did not need a lot of staff so that left me and Becky as the only waiters. We had our usual back and forth of insults as we waited on the few tables we had.
"That's a £10 tip." Becky flashed me as she cleared her table off.
"Please, I can get more then that from them." I said pointing at my table of young guys.
"You only get tips because you act the whore." She told me.
"It's not my fault you look like a men."
"Theirs only one good thing for girls like you." She told me.
"What's that then?" I asked.
"Getting bent over and getting fucked by my strap-on."
"You wish." I said laughing at her. "You could never get a girl like me."
"Please, I have had loads of girls just like you on there knees worshiping my pussy."
I said nothing just shooting her a dirty look as I went back to wait on my table. Coming back with only a £5 tip she laughed at me.
"Maybe a pretty girl like you would like being on the end of my strap-on." She told me.
"Eww gross, even if I was to sleep with a girl she would not look like you." I told her harshly.
"Don't be upset just because I get more tips then you do." She laughed at me.
"As if." I shot back at her.
"Oh yeah, how about a tips bet then?" She asked.
A tips bet was something all the waiters done. They would bet against each other saying that they would get the most tips in a week. Whoever won got the other persons tips for the month. It was a huge bet in my eyes but could be worth it if you won. I was normally one of the top tip earners as I would happily flirt with all the guys for extra tips so I was pretty confident that I could beat Becky.
"Ok, I could beat you easily." I told her. I really could do with the money so an extra months tips would help me big time.
We shook hands on the bet and let the bartender know. He would be responsible for keeping track of how much each person earned and he would keep them and only hand them out to the winner. The bet started from tonight so we both got to work, turning on or best work to try and get more tips.
It was now Wednesday and I was having a good week so far for tips. I was feeling confident so I decide to ask the bartender John how much I had, I could normally earn around £100 each week and when I asked him I had already earned £70.
"I'm going to kick her ass." I told him.
"No chance." He laughed. "She's already earned over £100."
"What!" I cried.