The man's outburst came suddenly out of nowhere it seemed. It was jarringly loud and nasty. Just a second ago, she remembered looking up to see him returning quietly with his brown order bag. She assumed he had just come back like some customers occasionally would to mostly get some additional napkins. But Mom would place quite a number of them atop the boxes as a final step after reviewing that an order was correct and complete.
It used to be that the napkins were placed out in the open, along with condiment packets in a long sectioned caddy on this table set in front of the counter. But then it was quickly noticed that people got greedy and were leaving with crazy amounts of them. They had to restock upwards of ten times per day just to keep up. So, she remembers it was barely a week after opening that they had to change to distributing out napkins themselves. And it's been eleven years to date since the change!
It looks they might soon do the same thing with the condiments as well. Why can't people see that stuff costs money?
Yao was now suddenly rocked out of her focus on her dumb mathematics homework. She didn't even know why the university had to make take the damn calculus class. She was just going to major in journalism for fuck's sake, not engineering as her parents were bugging her every so often to see if she would perhaps switch over to.
"NO BEAN SPROUTS, STUPID BITCH!!"
The man repeatedly bangs his partly eaten box of shrimp fried rice upon the counter, with the plastic fork still jammed in it. He then draws back his arm, balling his hand into a very tight fist. He leans in and jerked it threateningly twice towards her mom who was behind the counter shaking now in pure horror.
Mom screeched loudly in Chinese for Dad to come help.
Dad quickly came out, brushing his way through the tatty wooden-beaded curtain lining the kitchen doorway. It was then when the pissed-off man flings the container towards the glass door of the tall, slender fridge behind mom that housed buckets of marinades and sauces for the chefs' use. Rice and everything just flew out everywhere.
"LEAVE STORE, NOW--GO!" Dad shouted, shaking his steel spatula angrily over and over at him.
Suddenly everyone just hushed and stopped in their tracks to look right over to Yao. They were stumped and obviously baffled by the little inane giggle that escaped her lips at this hairy time.
Her parents both then angrily scolded her in Chinese, about how dumb she is to laugh at such a time and how she'll surely now get them all killed for it!
Yao snapped right back at her very livid parents, saying that their worries were fucking unnecessary. She tells them to just shut their holes and go get a fucking broom to clean up the stupid mess.
She ends by saying it'll be an easy fix because she recognizes the man as the father of some classmate back in her last year of high school. It was a big, fat lie. She has never seen this idiot in her entire life!
The confused man now became more heated. He saw the couple just shrug at each other, smiled and then went about cleaning up the mess he had caused with his outburst.
He now took his anger out on her.
"Hey bitch--what motherfucking shit did you just say about me, huh?"
He goes on, bringing his arm back once more in a tight fist. "Do you think I'm playing with y'all, bitch?"
Yao rolled her eyes, sighed and shifted her buttocks in her seat to face the asinine man.
Now letting out a tamed laugh she said, "Well, sir....for your information, i just told them that a man who has his zipper down just can't be taken seriously."
"That's all I said, man--like for real!" Of course, that was also an outright lie right there!
She had in fact just only now noticed his downed zipper herself, and smartly used it to quell the motherfucker.
"Goddamit, Bro!" he hissed, cracking a slight laugh at himself as he hastily tried to zip himself back the fuck up. But instead, his clumsy fingers got his briefs tragically caught.
He jerked his head up at the clacking her ring made upon the table's edge. She had tapped her fingers upon it to motion him to come forward and to let her give things a try.
"Nah, bitch--it's all cool, I got it!" he said, trying to back himself away from her.
But Yao was oh so not cool with it - at all! His crass and thuggish ways have instantly awakened the loose and dirty girl catnapping within her. Her pussy was burning up, and she unquestionably getting the hots for this asshole.
And the whole stuck zipper situation with him was nothing short of a miracle. She needed him to ravage her mouth like the sick and ungodly prurient cunt that she knows that she is!
Unbeknownst to her busy and unwary folks, she is in all probability the blowjob queen of campus. It all started with an oral quickie with a classmate for a desperate few dollars, then word got out almost overnight about her little gig! It quickly made the rounds across campus. Her patrons ran just the whole damn gamut from the lame fraternity boys to a handful of unbecoming adjunct professors to a good swath of campus shuttle bus and security personnel, and get this, to even a trickle of indecorous graduation guest speakers.
She was also nice enough to get one of those square credit card reading gadgets attached to the end of her phone, because she felt bad turning away the very few who simply just didn't have on them the mingy eight-dollars that she was charging.
And yes, she would ensure each and every erupting guy gets a much incumbent swallow from her. She is very judgmental of those girls who go down, but to only have their guy blow on their neck, face, chest or into space. Could these bitches be any more rude and childish?
But as soon as she got to her junior year, she decided though to restructure her business model simply out of caution. She would institute a condom-only policy, and thereby putting an end to swallowing, facials and the like.
