Leslie Groves stepped into the diner without the slightest hesitation, even though she had no intention of paying for her meal. As a professional dine and dasher, she had the act down to a science. Unfortunately, she was running out of marks. She didn't like diners that much, but all the good restaurants around this part of town already knew her in one way or another. She wanted to keep a few as places where she'd actually pay and get good food, but the rest of them had her face or her name down as not worthy of trust.
Which is why this place was such a godsend. A new diner called Shake It, Baby had its grand opening a few weeks before. Leslie had scoped it out in the ensuing days, looking for the best route and way to get out of paying for her meal. She felt a little guilty scamming the little guy, but the twinge of bad was nothing to the whole battering ram of adrenaline rush she got from bailing on a burger.
She settled into a booth and waited with only a hint of apprehension. She wore a simple striped button-up top and short skirt, easy clothes to dash in. Her sneakers wouldn't look too out of place either. She'd tied her dirty blonde hair back in a ponytail. She didn't enjoy having a shoulder-length handle dangling down the back of her head like this for potential security or proprietors looking to prevent her from taking off after scarfing down her food
It looked sort of like a 50s revival diner though the music on the old jukebox was modern in origin. Looking around, there were a few other customers at booths or on stools at the 'bar' area. Most, if not all, were women. They seemed to run the gamut of ethnicities, but all were beautiful, buxom ladies, and none of them older than twenty-nine. Leslie figured if she was a lesbian, she'd totally be into this kinda clambake. As it was, none of them looked like they were packing her favourite organ in the world, so she'd have to take a raincheck on getting her muff diving certificate.
"Well hello there," purred a sultry voice. Leslie turned to see a statuesque woman with raven black, curly hair approaching her table. Her pink uniform looked delightfully out of date, topped off with an out-of-time name badge that read "Zelda" to complete the ensemble. The food fleecer had to sneak a giggle at the whole kitschness of the establishment. Like a hipster's eye roll had been brought forth into the world as a restaurant.
"Hello to you. Recommend anything?" Leslie asked, accepting a menu. The other woman peeked over her shoulders to look along with her. When she opened the flaps of the menu up, the waitress pointed at one of the items. "I always recommend the milkshakes. They're a specialty of the Shake It, Baby."
Leslie chewed over that. Milkshakes were chock full of fat, and she was trying to watch her weight (so she could keep a good pace for bailing on cheques) but something about the idea of a large, cold glass of joy on a hot day like this sounded perfect.
"I'll take a large vanilla one to start, I think." Leslie said. Zelda wrote that down in a little notepad and scurried off. Leslie busied herself with the beverage menu, perched between the salt and pepper shakers on the side of her table. There were so many milkshakes to choose from! Unfortunate, considering she'd only be here for a single visit. Might as well make her time worth it. She might order two, just for kicks.
Zelda returned with a huge, frothy beverage in a frosty mug. Leslie drooled at the sight, taking the thick straw into her mouth as soon as it had been set down in front of her. She sluuuurped a long pull from the shake. Instantly, creamy goodness filled her body. There was a myriad of flavours there along with the vanilla. There was sugar, cream, and a hint of saltiness if she wasn't mistaken. Interesting! It had to be one of the best milkshakes she'd ever had, but it certainly wasn't what she expected!
"Like it?" Zelda asked.
"Uh huh! Delicious!" Leslie assured her, then pointed down at the menu. "I'll take the buffalo burger with extra sauce, I think." It sounded delicious, but the menu didn't specify what the sauce was. Must be like the secret sauce that some fast food joints serve, and that was usually good.
Zelda took off once again, leaving Leslie with her milkshake and her plan to dine and dash. She was sitting only a few steps away from the exit, which is good. If all else fails, she saw a glowing exit sign pointing to the back of the kitchen. Odd place for an emergency exist, but so long as she was moving as fast as she could (with two milkshakes and a meal in her tummy) she'd be able to make it to the safety of her getaway car sitting in another restaurant's parking lot a few hundred feet away.
The more she drank of the shake, the more her body filled with a pleasant warmth. Strange, considering the beverage itself was chilled. The sensations combined to form a massaging tingle throughout her throat and stomach that relaxed her immensely. It felt like her clothes were getting tight around her, though. She couldn't be getting fat this fast, could she? Probably not. Maybe it was the cold of the milkshake shinking down her outfit? That had to be it. She undid the first few buttons of her top, showing off just a little bit of cleavage. It almost looked like her breasts were bigger than they were when she left the house, but that was probably an optical illusion or something generated by the top. She didn't complain, of course. Having a shirt that made it look like her tits were large without pinching or chafing her sensitive nipples would be something that she might order out for if it was offered.
Something tickled at her back, and she reached for it. It was her hair...and it was longer than she remembered it. Brighter too. It was plain old blonde now, not the slightly brownish/goldish she remembered it as. Something to do with the lights, maybe, offsetting the colour? She looked up at the fluorescent lights as she sipped down more milkshake, making her body tingle even more. There was a strange dampness between her legs, too. Sweat, it must have been. Good thing she was wearing panties, or else it'd show through her shorts.
Zelda returned once more, dropping off a burger and fries onto the table. "Oh my, you must have been thirsty! I'll get ya another one."
"Oh no, that's fine," Leslie assured her. But the waitress insisted.
"Don't worry, sweetpea. It's on the house. Refills are always free at Shake It, Baby, didn't you know that?" This turn of events shocked Leslie, but gleefully accepted a second helping of that delicious creamy treat! Meanwhile, she stuck her face into the giant burger in front of her. Instantly, a tangy sauce on the patty and cheese met her attention. She lifted the top bun as she chewed, examining the huge splotch of white on the burger. It was thick, but didn't look like mayo to her. She continued to chew, examining the taste. The meat was plenty juicy, and the strange sauce only added a certain X-Factor that lifted the whole culinary experience to the new level. She'd have to get the recipe!
She gobbled down the burger, only stopping for a few fries along the way. Once finished, she guzzled down her second round of milkshake as well. She stopped herself from filling her belly anymore after she caught herself licking the rim of the glass. God, she'd have to work off this meal for days! But it was so good. She didn't regret it. She might, however, regret what came next. She didn't have the money on her, in case she got shook down when caught. The door was so close, anyway.
Zelda collected the plates and shuffled them away. "Anything else? Or do you want the bill?"
