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Kiana walked into her workplace and immediately wanted to turn around. She was exhausted and the last thing she wanted to do was be there. She pulled out the wedgie her orange hot shorts were giving her and pulled down her too small white tank top. The boss was at the counter and any little thing wrong with her outfit would set him off. Although Eric was one of her friends, he still complained. And his complaints were even more effective since he was as gay as it could get. She trudged toward the back of the counter and attempted to head toward the Employee's Only room.
"Take off the underwear. You have panty lines." Eric mumbled before she could make her way to the room in peace. Kiana turned around and groaned in annoyance.
"Do you understand how long it will take for me to put these fucking nylon panty hose back on?" She asked. Eric was more than used to her feisty ways and he barely acknowledged her.
"Thank you Kiana, watch your language as well. Try and wear g-strings next time." He said robotically, secretly dismissing her. She angrily opened the room door to find the caddy bitches of Hooters gathered around, waiting for the rush hour to start. Working at Hooters had plenty of perks, but it had even more disadvantages. Working with beautiful, young, college women who knew they were beautiful and young could only mean trouble for any other girl in their way. They wanted attention from the men, and the great tips they gave. Tonight was the airing of an awaited football game and being one of the larger Hooters in the area, it was bound to be packed with sweaty men desiring lots of food.
Kiana was one of the only 2 black girls at Hooters but it didn't bother her much. She didn't work here to be accepted or become a popular girl around Rhode Island, she wanted the money. Tips were great although if you had a slow night, you could easily be making under minimum wage. So she hustled her ass around those tables to take as many customers as she could. The student loans weren't going to pay themselves.
"Did he say something about your panty lines?" Janelle asked. She was the other black girl that Kiana just happened to become best friends with. She was beautiful; brown skin that matched her own, caramel eyes, straight black hair that Kiana only recently found out was an expensive weave and a slim body. But Kiana wasn't slim at all. She had curves and mountain peaks in the places most women had small hills. Her own hair extensions were curly and tamed around her face and she had deep brown eyes that were unusually large.
"Of course he did. I'm just ready for this night to be over." Kiana said, taking a seat beside her friend so she could fix her makeup. A requirement for working at Hooters was that all the women needed to have a constant prom like appearance. So Kiana caked on her makeup, false eyelashes and reapplied her pink lip-gloss when needed.
"Well how was your day?" Janelle asked while straightening her hair. Kiana huffed in aggravation and dwelled on her own obvious fatigue.
"School, dancing, tutoring, then here. Very busy." She stated. Kiana took and paid for 1 hour tutoring sessions a day from the top professors in her university. She wanted to make sure she kept up with her studies and even stayed a little further ahead. Plus she was a part of an expensive dance studio.
"You still pay that high tuition?" Janelle asked incredulously. Kiana nodded with a shrug of her shoulders. She had to admit, tutoring was taking a large chunk of her work money and every week her budget seemed thinner.
"It's worth it Nell. I get higher test scores, and I always know what we're learning next. I can definitely maintain this scholarship." She said, applying more mascara to her already long lashes.
"I guess, but you're already good at school. I don't understand why you need to constantly study. Oh shit, my shift is starting soon." Janelle said, standing from her chair. Kiana stood too and was excited to find they both had the same shift.
"Mine too." She said happily.
"I thought you were working later tonight?" She asked with a bewildered face. Kiana groaned and arched her shoulders.
"I'm doing both shifts, and I'm cleaning afterward." Janelle looked amazed and then held a face of pity. Janelle's phone was suddenly ringing and the R and B song Kiana loved played loudly in the small space. Janelle quickly scuffled for her phone while Kiana danced lightly beside her.
"Tell Brendon I said hey." Kiana said, already knowing who was calling. Janelle never had any phone calls unless it was her boyfriend.
"I'm texting him. I don't want to hear Eric's mouth." Janelle grumbled. Once her text was completed she followed Kiana into the new atmosphere of Hooters.
**
A FEW HOURS LATER
"Fuck!" Kiana said when Samantha's air headed ass knocked the lemonade out of her hand. Kiana took a big sigh and gritted her teeth before she bent down to pick up the cup.
"Whoops, sorry!" She called in the most annoying of voices as she walked away. She threw her a sympathetic look and rounded the corner, out of sight.
"Whatever! You need to be helping me pick this shit —" Kiana called after her.
"Kiana! The underwear! Take them off...
now!
" Eric called behind her. Kiana growled audibly and hastily rotated around to face Eric. When she realized she was in the process of speaking to her boss, she softened her features and tried to tone down her attitude.
