At 11:30, I mopped the kitchen and the dish room. I finally switched off the pizza ovens and, with every part and dish clean and in its place, I sprayed down the sinks by the big Autochlor. My back ached from hunching over the low make table. I was headachy and dirty with sweat from the heat in the back of the house. Jessica was talking with Greg when I headed back toward the office to sit down for a smoke on the clock; I snuck a look at her pacing behind the counter, her ass rocking small and firm in close black pants.
I sparked a Marlboro light and had barely smoked the coal to the center of the cig when Jess came into the office. Her long hair was pulled into a tight ponytail; she had recently touched up her dye job, and her locks waved a warm blonde. Under her mesh work shirt, her tits swayed large in a loose bra. The raised dot of one nipple stood out. I tried not to stare too long as Jessica came to stand in front of the computer and ponder the screen.
"Are you done?" She asked.
"Yeah."
