"Ah, it's nothin'." He sweetly replied.
I sipped my water. It tasted strange, like everything else in the Wastes, though. Gulp after gulp, it wetted my throat, as I mentally prepared myself for my shift.
"Honey, your on in... T-minus three minutes. Ready?" Don spoke up and asked me.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'll get ready." I answered his question, quickly.
I removed myself from my current seat on the barstool and walked in the back/employee's lounge. my locker was #40. Not that there were forty lockers, that's just a locker with the number 40 on it that they scrounged up, probably from an old school, or something similar.
I did the usuall. I let my hair loose, removed my jacket and shirt, along with my jeans and shoes. A normal day.
"Hey!" I heard a familiar, feminine voice cry out as someone walked into the employee's room.
"Hey, Chelsea." I instinctively replied.
"Oh, your good. You working too?" She questioned me.
"Yeah, you?" I asked back.
"Yup. I got table six today."
"And I got table twelve." I paused, thinking for a second. "Hey, are you doing anything after work?" I continued.
"Nope. You?" She questioned me back.
"Nope." I mimicked back. "Wanna hang out, after work, maybe?" I hopefully asked.
"Sure thing, honey." She paused, as well. "Well, I'm supposed to be out there just about now. Siya!" She walked out of the door.
I followed her, a moment later. Walking out of the swinging doors, drawing the attention of several customers.
I walked over to my table, twelve. It was actually my favorite table to work at. It seemed to get a lot of people to it, but I'm not sure why.
As I hopped up on the table, a young, clean-cut man approached me.
"Are you working today?" He asked in a very strange accent. Everything was... Articulated very carefully, like he was trying to mimic someone, or some accent. He was doing a very good job, but he wasn't deceiving to me.
"Yeah, how much you willing to pay?" I quickly asked, hopeing for the best.
"Oh, say thirty dollars for ten minutes... Is that good with you?" He quickly added.
His hair was combed over to the side, and he had a strange pair of glasses. They looked... very modern. Lightly black rimmed, and a concave lens, I could tell.
"That's plenty, dear." I sweetly called him out. "Just have a seat, and enjoy." I added.
He took a seat on the nice, leather chair behind him, and I immediately moved onto him.
First, I almost climbe on top of him, pushing my breasts in his face, while I ran my hand down his chest and unzipping his shirt.
"Say..." He pushed me off. An unexpected move on his behalf. "Come back to my place. It'll be great... I know some... people. What do you say?" He asked me.
"Well..." I thought for a moment. We sometimes had customers like this, and I had 'taken care of' a few, but not as well paying as him, I don't think. "What will
I get out of it?" I asked, being as cute as possible.
"Depends." He looked up, as if looking for the right words. "Depends. First, you'll have a good time, and a few crisp dollars in your pocket... usually upwards of seventy dollars..." He grinned. He had me. "Just follow me."
The man zipped his jacket back up, and started walking near the exit.
"Hey, Don!" I called out to him. "I have an assignment. I'll be back later." I told him. You can guess what 'assignments' are, of course.
"Gotcha, honey. Siya later." He consented my leave.
I saw the man walk out the door, and I reached for a red, silky robe hanging right inside the Employee's Room. It was for... emergencies, like this.
"Wait up!" I yelled to the guy, who was moving fast.
"How do you like her?" He stopped by a shining, clean car. "It's my baby. Take care of her like I take care of everything else..." He glanced at me, suggestively. "Come on, let's go."
I climbed into the seat of the car. It was comfy, with leather seats in it.
Spoiler:
(By the way, cars in this period are very rare, especially a nice one, like this one. It's a mustang!)
He started the vehicle up, and it roared loudly for a moment.
We drove off a little bit. We passed the huge dome of The Facility. "It's right up here, hun." He pointed off into the distance, as a small building (compared to The Facility, tiny!) rose from the scenery.
A few seconds later, we were sitting right next the building.
"Come on in." He politely goaded me in.
The room had a pleasant scent to it, like roses on a warm Summer morning.
"Welcome... To my palace."