Chapter Tags: No sexual scenes.
"Mason, Wake up! Breakfast is ready," Mom shouted from downstairs.
My back and butt were still sore from all the thrashing I received yesterday. But I couldn't just lie in my bed all day. I pushed myself off the mattress and stretched my body.
An unread email popped up when I checked my phone.
'Hmm,' I hummed audibly before clicking on the mail.
"Subject: Interview Invitation - Waiter Position at Mary's Cafe," I read out loud. "Yes! An Interview."
Hi Mason,
Thanks for your interest in the Waiter position at our Cafe! We found your application compelling.
We'd love to invite you for an in-person interview to discuss your experience further and tell you more about our team.
Would you be available to come in on Saturday at 11:30? The interview should take about 30 minutes.
Please reply to this email or call us to confirm your availability or to suggest an alternative time if needed.
We're looking forward to meeting you!
Best regards,
Mary Falls
Mary's Cafe
I immediately replied back, confirming my availability for the same.
"Haa!" An exhale slipped between lips, progress finally happening. My hands reached for a t-shirt from my open wardrobe and pulled it over my naked torso.
'Should I tell them? Or should I wait till I get the job?' I started to contemplate, primarily due to my fear of being ridiculed by V. She would probably just say something like 'Oh! Are you trying to be useful, little bro?' And then no matter what I reply, she would hit me with a 'But who would want to hire a weak little idiot like you?'
So… I decided to wait. If they rejected me, that would be even more humiliating. Going downstairs, I sat at the dining table where my sisters were already sitting. Both of them were on their phone, typing something.
"Uh… Good morning." I uttered, barely loud enough for both of them to hear. My eyes kept going back and forth between them.
Not exactly to my surprise, neither of them replied.
"*tup* *tup* *tup*" The air was filled with the sounds of their fingers tapping on the touchscreens.
V's face was cold and unflinching, her back straight and her chest puffed out, giving her a poised stance. Meanwhile, Chloe was beaming and scrolling on her phone, like a child playing with his toys.
'Maybe they didn't hear me?' The lack of conversation carried on until the smell of food Mom was preparing pulled my attention away. My gaze went in her direction. She stood by the stove, preparing our seemingly delicious food.
"Good morning." Chloe spoke up after a couple of moments. She didn't look up from her phone, though. "Good morning, Sweety," followed by Mom, walking towards us with our breakfast. "*Tlank—clank*" The dishes resonated with each other as Mom kept them on the table.
I took the porcelain plate and started to serve myself a portion of the scrambled eggs. Mom's eyes were stuck on the table near my hands, waiting for me. Her expression was not much different from V's, though presumably the reason for both of them would be dissimilar.
"Here." I lifted my plate in her direction, with a warm smile growing on my face.
"Thanks, Mason." Her eyes briefly rose up to meet my eyes. There was still the same lassitude in her eyes. Her body seemed to be still functioning gracefully, but almost in a mechanical sense, like she was forcing herself to do the little things. I wanted to help her.
'But what can I even do? Find her date or something?'
It was hard to imagine how she was keeping herself sane, given that my brain usually swarmed with perverted thoughts when I was horny. Maybe it was like opening Pandora's box. Once opened, there was no going back. The taste of the overwhelming pleasure and sensations would just consume a person, making them addicted.
"Come on, Girls. Put down the phones." No helpful ideas were striking me at the moment. Nia was on her own for this one.
Loading another plate for myself, I pushed the tray in my sisters' direction. The only hope that the breakfast was not eaten in silence was if either of them started a conversation. Mom would remain quiet. And my attempts at conversation either didn't work at all or resulted in me getting laughed at.
Chloe didn't need much convincing as she put her phone away and started with the meal. While V was another story. She kept doing whatever she was doing with her phone.
"Mom, tell her to put her phone down." I tilted my head while side-eyeing my sister.
"Eat first, V. You can use your phone later." Mom said, with a wry glance from beneath her tilted head.
Fortunately, she didn't take that out on me and actually put her phone down.
No words were exchanged between us. Only the sound of spoons clinking against the dishes replaced the usual lively conversation. The awkward silence was starting to get unnerving. The thoughts had dampened down. My body and mind were completely present in the moment, leaving me acutely aware of the silence. The breakfast was delicious. But even an amazing meal felt hollow while on this dead table. The quiet was quite strange with no rationale behind it.
'Just say something!' I glared at Chloe, who was not looking back.
"Sooo!" Chloe began, peeking up. "How has everyone's life been this week, after the Zlip?"
'Thank god!'
Chloe sat upright and glanced at V. It took a moment for her to realise that. As their eyes met, a tension could be sensed between the two, perhaps due to the debauchery they had started doing together. V rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"My college life has not changed that much," V stated, "except getting more attention because of being a futanari."
She took a bite before continuing, "Now that everyone has become fairly more desperate, more people are trying to hit on me."
My eyebrows stretched up at that. 'That should not be surprising, I guess? She has always been the centre of attention in school and now in college. And now that she has that body and that dick, she should be drowning in pussies and bussies. But then why? Why have sex with Chloe, V?'
"Hmm…" Chloe hummed in affirmation.
"Other than that, pretty much the same." V said, putting down her spoon, and held her head in her hand. "What about you?" She turned her dull face to Chloe.
"Well…" Chloe drew out. She had barely eaten her food and was looking up as if formulating a structure for her speech.
"A lot has changed, mainly with my friends, though." She gestured with her open palm.
"The boys that have remained as 'boys' have become way cuter. Most of them were already really cute to begin with." She pulled her fingers air-quoting 'boys'.
I also paused my breakfast to listen to her.
"Uh… Their bodies have changed, obviously." A clumsy smile spread on her face. "Their voices have become a lot softer. And… They have started to wear skirts, crop tops, even girly underwear." Her face was aimed at me, though not in a mocking or accusing way.
"A fair bit of them have accepted their femininity and have openly started to date Futanari. Hehe." Her giggle was definitely targeting me.
I tried my best to act unfazed, avoiding eye contact and putting an unamused expression on my face.
"We girls have it the easiest in some sense. Most of us have been girls our whole lives, so there has not been much change in our everyday stuff. We don't have the extreme horniness as the futanaris or femboys do, at least it's not as bad as you guys." Her gaze swept across the table.
"There have been a lot of cheating, a lot of break ups, hook ups, couples shuffling around and people getting caught fucking around. Most of which involved futanari and femboys." She tilted her head playfully. "Now more and more girls are starting to date futanaris and forming troupes… *sigh* let's see where that goes."
I immediately connected this with Kylie. Zoey and Alex's faces flashed in my brain.
'Are those two still with her? Or did she lose them already?'
I turned to look at Mom, who was also focused on Chloe, her meal paused as she listened.
"The Futanari… Hehe…" I looked back at her as she continued. "They have been having the time of their lives. Femboys are like convenient outlets for them." She picked up the spoon and resumed eating. "And yeah, they have also started to get involved with girls, and for the girls, it seems to be like taking a one-way street with no way to return. The girls who go there get addicted really fast."
Her smile following this was aimed at me, I only twitched my eyes in response.
"Anyway…" Her hand slid across the table and grabbed onto Mom's wrist. "Mom, your turn."
Nia stared into her eyes for a second before speaking. "Yeah… Well, it has been a hassle at the hospital with patients pouring in. Even though I work at the dressing station, I was called to help with the patients in the waiting area. Many of them were panicking for no reason at all. Other than that… It has been pretty much the same." She managed to pull a smile on her face. Her hand was still in the grasp of Chloe, who didn't let go.
"Yeah? And how have you been adjusting to your new body?" Chloe's head tilted to her side, a soft, unjudging expression settling on her face as she tried to be comforting, though a flicker of worry crossed her eyes. Mom was silent, she kept staring at Chloe's face for a couple of seconds. Her head then slowly turned to V, and then to me. The expression on her face was blank. Like she had been caught off-guard and didn't know how to respond. A little blush was growing on her cheeks as her attempts to hide her thoughts were failing.
'Let go, Mom. It's just us.' I gave her a slight nod.
She slowly pulled her hand from Chloe's grip. "I… Uh…" Her other hand circled her wrist where Chloe had held her.
"Well… *sigh*" Her weary expression melted as her voice broke a bit. "I mean, it's weird, you know. I have been having these urges… Morning boners." Her head bowed in shame. Her posture showed defeat, with her back slouched down.
"It's alright, Mom." V's voice cut through the heavy air, gentle but firm, making Mom lift up her face. "I have been feeling the same. You are not alone."
A flicker of relief softened her troubled expression.
"Yeah…" I murmured but then paused, "I mean, I have been also been quite horny this week. Though it works a bit differently for me…"
Chloe chortled but quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
"Don't laugh!" I grunted, my fingers pressing together in rage. 'Can't believe she just laughed at this.'
"It has been quite difficult to focus at work, too." Mom added. Her tone eased slightly at our combined openness.
"Well, obviously…" V retorted, running a hand on her head. "You can't take care of these needs by your own Mom. You have to find someone."
"But… It…" She turned away from my face, probably remembering my words from last night. Her hands dropped off the table, trying to escape.
"Like, Mason has found a bunch of Futanari to take care of him. Heh!" V snickered.
My head jerked in her direction, my soul practically creeping out of my bulging eyeballs.
'What the fuck did you just say? V!'
"What?!" Mom and Chloe yelled together.
"Mason! You Player." Chloe cheered, her grin wide and teasing. "Who are the lucky girls?"
"It's nothing like that. V is just making it up." I snapped, whipping my head back to V, my jaw clenching in absolute rage. Blood rushed to my neck and ears in a mix of fury and embarrassment. She just held her condescending smile on her face, like she was playing with me, and I couldn't have done anything about it.
"Mason…" I heard Mom's sweet and caring voice from my side.
'Mom! Don't!' Goosebumps spread on the back of my neck as I slowly turned to face her.
Her face had that confident parental smile, the one that said she would get what she wanted.
"Who are they?" She asked without flinching.
"It's not 'them', Mom." I tried to hide my face from her, "She's just messing around."
"Then who is she?" Her soft, warm hand rested on mine, comforting yet unyielding.
"It… Ha." My throat tightened with hesitation and shame. "It's Kylie."
"WHAT!" V slammed the table. I shivered in my chair, my eyes squeezed shut at sudden transgression.
"I mean…" The smirk on her face had vanished, replaced by a serious look again. "That loser…? You couldn't have picked someone else? I guess because you are a—" She mumbled through her gritted teeth.
"She is almost as beautiful as you… Sister…" I interjected, my voice cold, with my eyebrows and lips completely relaxed. I had no idea why, but I unconsciously defended Kylie. Well, technically, myself too, because V wasn't going to stop there.
She stared at me with swindling eyes, her face twitching at my audacious reply. She picked up her spoon, keeping her eyes locked with mine. 'You didn't just say that to me, Mason.' was the message I was getting from her eyes. She blinked once and turned to her remaining eggs. The ire on her face melted away in a second, leaving a blank look.
For a moment, nobody moved. The tension was thick in the air.
"Hmmf!" I blurted out softly, stabbing at my food. 'She just wants to make fun of me. Always. Her big ego!'
The other two also started to eat up, in silence. The sound of spoons and plates was the only thing filling the void. I didn't say anything myself, as I had already talked with Mom about it.
'No need to keep repeating the same thing.'
V was the first one to finish her meal and leave. Mom wanted to speak up, but she just sighed and didn't say a word. Probably because she didn't want to deal with us this morning. Chloe just went back to scrolling on her phone while eating.
Finished with my meal, I pushed back my chair and got up. My face twitched in confusion and anger. 'What was that?'
'Is she jealous somehow? But why?' I was slowly realising I didn't understand much about my own sister.
I went up the stairs to get ready for the interview.
Wearing a dark blue denim shirt and a pair of faded light blue jeans seemed appropriate for the cafe. As I walked in the streets towards it, my mind was bouncing between V and the looming interview. 'For being a good waiter, I just need to be good with people… Right?' Tugging at the hem of my shirt, I made sure it looked neat. I had ironed it myself. 'And probably be good-looking too… which I guess I do?'
'I wonder how she will react when I get the job?' A grim expression took hold of my face when I pictured my sister. 'Why does she always have to make fun of me, and did she really have to reveal the sex part? Like… she could have just used an anonymous example or something? Anyway!'
I reached the cafe. Letting out a deep exhale, I tried to calm my nerves and walked through the glass door.
A woman, slightly taller than me, was standing at the counter, which faced the entrance. My eyes immediately went to her ruby red hair, which fell to her shoulders and perfectly framed her pale face. She wore a simple white t-shirt, which almost disappeared under her green apron that sported a red canted logo.
I stepped inside, checking out the cafe. The long ordering counter caught my eye first, stretching across the cafe with a door on the left and another on the right, behind it. On the right side, there were round tables, six of them, each encircled by four or five chairs. The cafe also featured a long, narrow table positioned at the street-facing window, lined with rotating stools at regular intervals.
'This seems like a really nice place.' I swallowed hard, trying to push the unease down.
"Hello, welcome to Mary's café. What can I get you?" The alluring voice of the lady pulled my attention back to the counter. She had the kind of beauty that would make me very uncomfortable just talking to her.
"Uh…" I opened my mouth, but barely any voice came out. "I am here for an interview." I managed to say it out loud.
"Oh! Nice! Mary will be in her office." She pointed to the door on her right.
"Oh, okay, thank you." My hands quickly reached down to adjust my shirt, which I had been doing the entire way here.
"Good luck," She said as I approached the door. The smell of fresh coffee hit me as I passed the counter.
I simply looked back in her direction and gave a smile, a weak one which came out more of a shield than an acknowledgement.
I entered the little cabin after knocking and being prompted to enter. A tall figure, which I assumed to be Mary, sat in the chair across the room. Her curly, honey brown hair cascaded behind her neck. She had a beautiful face, with a small mole on her cheek line. Her expression was impassive, and her eyes were glued to the laptop in front of her. A white shirt stuck to her body, her huge tits which were on par with my mom, filled out her clothes. The buttons of her shirt were closed, thankfully concealing any cleavage that would have been a distraction. I could see the outline of her bra through her shirt.
I opened my mouth and forced out the words, keeping my tone neutral. "Good morning, I am here for my interview." With two gorgeous women working in it, the cafe already felt like a place I didn't belong in.
She looked up from her computer, and a smile grew on her face. "Yes, Good morning! Mason, right? Nice to meet you." Standing up, she reached out her hand for a handshake. "You are right on time." She remarked after looking at the time on her computer. The sleeves of her shirt were folded up her thick forearms, which led to her big, daunting palms.
I took her hand in my own. 'Yeah, definitely Futanari, ' I thought, as her hand dwarfed mine, like twice the size. "Nice to meet you, too. You must be Ms. Falls?"
"You can call me Mary. And Yes… Hence the name of the cafe. Please, have a seat." As I stood closer to her, I got a better view of her face. Her cheeks bubbled out a little as she smiled, two lines forming on either side of her face, enclosing her mouth. Her mole sat just above the crease of her grin. We both sat down at her office table.
'She's so hot. Phooo! How will I be able to focus?' I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, which was not helping my performance anxiety.
"So, Mason, is this the first interview of your professional career?" She asked while picking up a pen from her desk.
"Yes, Ma'am." My knees were scrubbing against each other, with my hands resting on them. I made a conscious effort to keep my posture straight.
"Okay, don't worry, this will be just a simple conversation about what you can expect from the cafe and what I should expect from you. So no need to be nervous or anything." She reassured, her voice sweet enough to be actually relaxing.
"I understand." I felt marginally more comfortable in that chair.
"Why don't you tell me a little about yourself?" She began, while her fingers rotated the pen in her grasp.
"Okay, Ma'am. So, I'm a college student, and I'm at a point where I should start supporting myself. I don't have any direct waiter experience, but I'm really good with people, I pick things up super fast, and I am always on time. A friend mentioned that this place has a great vibe, so I thought this would be a great place to start." I blurted out the bit that I had remembered.
"Hmm, I see. Tell me how the zlip event was for you." She held the pen by both ends in her hands.
'Huh?' My dumbass had not expected the obvious question.
"Well… Luckily, I didn't change much." My voice stammered, while the thoughts of every futanari I had encountered flooded in.
Her face flinched with surprise, with her brows raising ever so slightly.
"I mean… I did." I explained with my hands up in the air, "My height got reduced, my face got changed up a bit. But I was lucky enough not to have my gender change, you know. It has been quite disorienting for others, like my Mom."
"I see, so you live with your parents, Mason?"
"Yes, with my Mom and my two sisters." I stated.
"Okay, and how does she feel about you applying for this job?"
"I haven't told her yet, honestly. I was planning to surprise them together if I get this job. I am sure that she will just say that I didn't need to do this. But she will be proud, and let me be."
"Are you certain… that she will allow her cute son to come to work here, every day?" She flashed a sly smile. Her melons moved up as she inhaled deeply, which caught my eye before I forced them to return up to hers.
"Ah…" Heat surged to my ears, as I blushed. "Yes… I mean, I am sure she will come around. She is the sole earner in our family, so… Plus, she really loves me, you know… haha" I let out a nervous giggle.
"Just making sure." She waved with her hands, comfortingly. "So you like coffee?"
"Uh… yeah. Su-" A shameless lie, "I mean, I drink coffee every day."
"Uh huh? At what times?" Her eyes squinted down.
"Just in the morning, with breakfast." She was giving me barely any time to think.
"I see. Hmm." She paused, with her eyes flickering up for a second. "Okay, So! You have your breakfast, you go to college, and you come back home. Then What? What does an average day look like for dear Mason?" Pushing back in her chair, she inquired and set the pen down.
"I do my homework, study for any tests or exams, and help mom with dinner." My thinking at the moment was that the 'helping of Mom' part would be a good sign. "And if I have some time left, I play some video games on my computer with a friend."
Tilting her head to a side, she responded, "If… You have some time left? How often is that?"
"Uh… You know, every once in two or three days."
"The reason I am asking this is that I want to make sure that you have enough time for the job, given your academic commitments and everything."
"Oh… Yeah, Yeah. I mean, I can always study at night, you know." I defended frantically, "And I can easily drop gaming, it's not that big of a deal."
"And what about your mother? Who's gonna help her with dinner?" I couldn't believe that she twisted that part.
"Either of my sisters would volunteer to help her, I am pretty sure she can even manage it by herself." I kept my hands together in my lap.
"I see." She put her hands together on her belly and hung her head down, closing her eyes as if thinking again. "You said you will be available from 4:30 to 7:30 in the evening, right?" She opened one of her eyes, looking for a reply.
I gently nodded in response.
"That covers the busiest hours for our weekdays. But let's say if you have an event, or an exam, and you can't arrive on time. What happens then?"
I took a moment to organise my response. "Exams are simple, I will be preparing for them the entire semester and would only require some revision at the end, so no issues there. Events: I rarely participate in any events, so that won't be a problem. But if I do get late due to any reason, I can work overtime to compensate for that." I explained with my hands open on the table.
She nodded at my response. "Don't worry, you have about half an hour of buffer on most days. Just don't make it a habit. I am thinking that you clock in around 4:30 and you can leave around 6:30 on weekdays. As for the weekends, I would need you to work two shifts; twelve to two in the afternoon, and then five to around 6-6:30 in the evening."
"Works for me, Ma'am." My lips pulled up into a polite smile.
"You don't have to call me that. Just Mary is fine." She gestured to me to stop with her hand. That small mole above her cheek seemed to draw my eye every time she spoke. It accentuated her pretty face.
"Okay, now, I will ask you some questions about hypothetical scenarios. There is no right or wrong answer here. Just tell me the first thing that comes to you. Okay?" She beamed at me.
'This is a trap.' I nodded. "Yes."
"So, Mason. What will you do… If a customer complains about bad food or coffee?" She leaned forward with her interlaced hands on the desk.
"Well, I will start by apologising and take back what I have served them, I will probably replace it with another serving, and maybe add something extra, but small, as an apology, if I am allowed to do that?" The response was a paraphrasing of something I read on the internet.
"Hmm… Okay. You might have guessed it already, but I am the cook, and Scarlett here is the barista. She works full time. And yes, you can offer something small like a cookie, or a sandwich, depending on the situation and the customer."
'Oh? So I don't need to worry about making coffee myself?' I nodded in relief, "Yeah, we've met."
"How would you handle a rush hour with multiple customers waiting? And we do have those every weekend, so…" Her head leaned to her right.
"I… Uh…" Struggling to formulate any response, my voice stammered, 'I serve the first customer first?'
"Okay, wait." Her hands opened up and sat flat on the desk's surface. "Let me first explain how the ordering system works. When a person comes in, first, they will place their order to Scarlett, and then usually sit by the big window if they order takeout or if they want to drink their coffee outside. Or they will sit at one of the 6 tables if they want to eat here at our place. Your job is to take the order to both of these categories." She explained by gesturing with her hands and visually describing the cafe on the table. "Now. How will you manage the rush hour crowd?"
"Um… Okay." Honestly, I wasn't sure if I should have, but I closed my eyes to think for a moment.
"I think I will prioritize the people near the window, as they are going to leave anyway, so it will keep the crowd inside the cafe manageable. And I will use my instincts to serve the tables accordingly, to minimize their waiting times." My eyes looked up to her face, for a reaction.
"I see." Her face remained unimpressed, though. "You will also have to occasionally clean the tables."
"Understood."
"And if in any case you stay here late, I will treat you with a special meal, for free." That confident, teasing smile returned on her stunning face. "But you will have to help me clean."
"I am hungry already." A nervous laugh hid my fluster.
"Okay, next question: What will you do if a customer starts flirting with you?" She spoke in a teasing tone, but then waved her hand, defying the question. "I am kidding, I am kidding." Her hand went to cover her giggling face.
'Is she like… flirting?' Having practically no experience with women, I couldn't judge. "Well, I have to maintain a formal but friendly persona, so I will keep it professional, you know, and won't return their gestures suggestively or anything."
'No way is she flirting. She's so… She's probably just fishing for a reason to reject me.'
"That's good to know. Last question: If a customer offers you some additional "personal" tip to get preferential treatment, like faster service. How would you respond?"
'Wait! I will get tips?' Having missed a crucial component of a waiter's income, I was pleasantly surprised.
"I will assure them that they will get their order as fast as possible while keeping the quality standards. And if someone gives me an unreasonably large tip, I will politely decline."
"I see."
"Ms. Falls-" I had to ask about tips.
"Pch! Mary is fine, Mason." She said while clenching her eyes, but the smile remained on her face.
"Okay, Mary, do I get to keep the tips, or do you maintain like a tip pool?" I tilted my head away.
"Well, we don't. Scarlet always gets enough tips. Though they have been declining since the zlip event. Some people think she's a futanari or whatever. I have never taken any of the tips. " She explained her demeanor returned to being stern and professional. " Obviously, I don't have to interact with the customers, so I don't deserve them in the first place."
"So, you only work with profits from the sales?"
"Yeah, which is not much, but this is a passion business, so the money is more than enough. Plus, I am single and don't have kids. If that's what you wanted to know." She giggled, her big eyes gazing into mine, twitching and searching for something.
"No, No." I defensively waved at her, "That's not what I meant. It's really admirable, I think, to not chase after money and follow your passion." Despite saying that, I felt a ping of excitement, a small rush tingle through my whole body.
"Yes… That is the freedom you can afford by being a loner."
A tight, small smile formed on my face.
"Okay… So with that out," She resumed with her eyebrows raised", Can you join from this Monday? I don't have any reason not to hire you, so I will be going forward with your application.
'Did I just get the job?' I forced my feet not to quiver in excitement. "Yes… Yes, I will be."
"So the thing is, Mason, the shifts which you will be filling in are already filled in by someone else at the moment, they are old, and we have been struggling to keep the customer count up."
As the pace of the intense conversation finally slowed down. I couldn't help but stare at her face, keeping my eyes off her boobs… was becoming difficult.
"I was hoping that assigning these shifts to someone young and cute like you-"
'Please, Mary, Stop. I might start getting wet.'
"Will increase the footfall at these shifts, hence I want you to be on time, on your best behaviour, and… to also participate in the cosplay themes."
'I completely forgot about that.' I was jerked out of my stupor.
"I actually didn't get what you mean by that exactly…"
"You and Scarlet will be wearing matching outfits, that's a given, I guess. But you also will be wearing some cosplay-themed outfits, like cat ears, an elf outfit, etc. It's her idea, really, so she will bring you up to speed. Other cafes have started doing this also, and they seem to be getting results."
"I… would have to dress up as a girl, then?"
"Well… more like a femboy, as you kids like to call it. But don't worry. On most days, it will be just a skirt and a wig. If you are hesitant because you might get recognised by your college friends, you can wear glasses, or ask Scarlett for help with some make-up, maybe."
"I don't think I would want that." I looked down and rubbed my hand on my temples. I was already a bit stressed about the blackmailer asking me to crossdress again. I obviously didn't want to. I was barely clinging to my masculinity after having sex with Christy, willingly. "Is it… necessary?"
"Afraid so, Macie."
"PLEASE." My voice rose a bit unconsciously, and I quickly looked down, realising that I shouldn't have done that. 'What are the odds?'
"Don't call me that. Sorry."
"Does Mase work?" Her voice remained soft while her demeanour didn't get defensive at all.
"Sure." I was torn between the shame and the opportunity that had presented itself. Given my lack of work experience, denying this job was practically impossible, as I wasn't sure anyone else would hire me.
"What can I expect as my compensation?"
"Yeah, that's the other thing, I just told you about the cafe struggling, so I won't be able to pay you according to the numbers you asked for, on the form." She joined her hands and started to point them in my direction. Her tone was still poised and graceful.
"I can afford to pay you 15 Bucks an hour for the regular working hours, and 20 bucks for the extra hours. The extra hour on the weekends is counted for the overtime pay. So about 250 bucks a week."
"Tch!" I covered my face with my hand and adjusted my hair from the front. 'Fuck… Well, technically I get to keep the tips.'
"And, what kind of tips will I be looking at?"
"Honesty, I have no idea. You will have to ask Scarlett."
"Hmm…"
'I guess it won't hurt trying it for a day or two.'
"I think I can work with that." A smile lifted my lips up, though there was definitely some disappointment on my face.
"Awesome." Getting up, she offered her hand for another handshake, "and don't worry too much about the outfit, Scarlett will be providing you with those. She's quite lovely, I am sure she will help you with anything you need."
I shook her hand and took the prompt to leave. "I will. Thank you, Ms.- I mean Mary."
"Okay, see you on Monday. Be on time." She said with a smile and sat down in her chair.
"I will be. See you, Mary."
I left her cabin and came outside. Scarlet was standing by the counter, leaning on her side. Her head was tilted down as she used her phone.
'I guess, I should say hello?' I walked towards her."Um… Excuse me, Scarlett?"
"It's Miss Scarlett for you, kiddo." She replied in a sharp voice and kept her phone aside.
"Huh?"
"I am just kidding. What's your name? Did you get the job?" She said while reaching for the back of her apron, and tightened it. The fabric squeezed her waist and pushed her boobs up slightly.
"Mason." I blinked my eyes away from her cleavage, didn't want to appear as a creep. "And yes, it seems I got it."
"Oh!" Her back slouched down, and her apron came loose as her face lost all excitement.
"Were you expecting me not to get in here?"
She turned to the counter and mumbled. "No… It's not that." One could feel the disappointment dripping from her voice. "I thought you were a girl." She turned back with her brows held up and a small pout on her face.
My face crumbled at that, for a moment. 'Really? Do I look that much like a girl? Like I don't even have boobs?'
I covered my irritation with an awkward laugh. "Sorry to disappoint, I guess."
Her eyes squeezed down for a second-long stare. "I am sorry, that was mean. But anyway, so you will be my dress-up partner, excited? What kinds of outfits are you into?"
"Uh.. Not exactly excited. But…" My voice trailed off, as I didn't know what to say, given that it was her idea for the cosplay, and I didn't want to hurt her ego or something. "I was actually curious about what kinds of tips you get."
"Well, it depends on the day, but like 100 bucks on average."
"That's good. Can I expect the same amount per week?"
"Uh… I meant 100 bucks per day. For you-" I couldn't believe what she said, "I am not sure, the previous waiter was not as cute as you. Depends on how you dress up." She gave an evil smile.
'I guess I should get used to being called cute here.'
"Uh… about that. Scarlett, can you like keep the cosplays a bit simple for the initial days? I am new to waiting tables." My face assumed a pleading expression. "It's my first job, actually. Plus, I am not into cross-dressing at all."
"Hmm…" Her expression pulsated with a serious look. It wasn't agitated or like threatening, but she was surely not happy with me, either. But as fast as that look appeared on her face, it also melted away.
"Sure, a skirt with a tank top would do?" She beamed at me once again.
"Yes. Thank you. I am sorry, but I have to leave. I have some college work to do." My feet turned to the exit.
"Cool. See you." She said and went back to her phone.
Walking out of the cafe, I was a bit excited to work with Mary.
'Wait, she said that she was single… so how is she keeping herself sane, then?' My eyes narrowed down while walking, 'Ah! She's stunning enough to have bunch of bitches lining up for her cock but probably isn't committed to any of them.'