[10/9/2023]
I've found a new “home”.
Restaurant. Called “The Knotty
House”. What a name, but it fits. Waitresses are a bunch of
scantily clad gals. At least I don't have to worry about drowning in
a rainstorm anymore. It's warm too. There's a lot of other people
like me here, so I've got company at least. For what its worth. It's
“safe” too. Except for the waitresses. They know we're around, so
I've been told. Think the restaurant has a 'bug' problem. But we have
to get food, of course, and we're too small to break containers or
open fridges. So we have to go during the day. Swipe it off tables or
from the waitresses themselves. It's dangerous but what other options
are there? Eat from the trash outside? Possibly, but dumpster isn't
exactly any easier to get into, and god knows what's crawling around
in there. Not to mention who the hell wants to eat a half eaten
sandwich that's been sitting in the trash for hours? Just get people
sick.
The waitresses will crush us if
they see any of us. That's the policy. Apparently the own, Jim
Knotty, is real cheap and won't hire an exterminator. Good for us. At
least there's a chance with the waitresses. All of them are
dangerous, but I'm especially warmed about the Indian woman. She
apparently is determined to find all of us and wipe us all out. She
likes it. That's what the others say. Stay away from her. Nobody who
ever crossed her path has ever survived.
The people who go out to try and
get the food are called “Runners”. Food runners...hilarious. But
if I'm gonna live here, I might as well help out. I've volunteered to
be a runner. Hopefully, it will go well.
…
The Knotty House opened at
noon.
Around 8AM, the line chefs
and kitchen manager came in to begin prep work. Usually the
waitresses came in around 11:30, giving them plenty of time to get
themselves prepared for Lunch. But one waitress was always in at
11AM, sometimes even earlier.
As soon as Kendra stepped
into the restaurant, she scanned the hardwood floors. They were still
impeccable from last night, as they should be. She squatted down and
looked closer; her reflection shone in the perfectly clean boards.
Then, she stood up and began to head to the back of the restaurant
where the lockers were. The time she arrived was completely random
and that was on purpose. There was currently a bug infestation in the
restaurant and, with the owner unwilling to pay for an exterminator,
the problem was left to the staff to handle. Most of the waitresses
had rolled their eyes and expressed their disgust with the
arrangement. But Kendra had not. Why would she? She had squished bugs
all her life. For her, bugs either belonged as stains under your feet
or as mush in your stomach. That was all. She did not care what
purpose they may serve beyond that. It did not concern her.
But there was more to it.
Bugs were often a sign of disarray. You never saw bugs all over a
clean place. No, only the filthy attracted such vermin. And Kendra
did not work anywhere filthy. No way. Such a place did not deserve a
goddess such as herself. In fact, this place, if she were being truly
honest with herself, was far FAR beneath her. But she liked it. Sure,
her job was technically a mere server, but that wasn't really true.
She knew why she wore the outfit, the orange shorts and the top that
showcased her cleavage. She was the true asset to the company. Not
the food, her. Her presence drew crowds, filled tables. Her job,
really, was to get men to hand her their money. The “server”
aspect was merely a pretext for this. Her real duties were to dazzle,
shock, and amaze the clients with divine beauty, inspiring them to
hand them their cash in the form of exuberant tips. So, she stayed.
And if she was staying, that meant the bugs had be removed. Quickly.
Their continued existence
was a stain on her performance, on her appearance, on her very being.
If people saw them, they'd assume that the restaurant was filthy,
that the waitresses were incompetent or lazy. And such vile words did
not, under any circumstances, apply to Kendra. Unacceptable.
So, she placed her
belongings in her locker and then dropped onto her hands and knees
and peered at corners in the baseboards, searching for any new cracks
or crevices that the bugs could use. Her ass hung in the air, her
boobs squashed up against the tile floor as she crawled around the
lockers. When she was more or less satisfied, she stood up and
brushed herself off. Certainly could not have dust stains on her
brilliant white top. But then, the floors here immaculate. She had
seen to it the night before.
It was as she began to turn
towards the door that she saw it.
A tiny speck moving across
the floor towards the doorjamb; it was slow and out in the open,
completely vulnerable.
A grin stretched on
Kendra's lips.
…
Close call this morning.
Was getting hungry and
another guy convinces me to go out to the kitchen. We have to pass
through the Locker Room to get there. Risky, but the waitresses won't
show up for another half hour. So we head out.
We're halfway there when
I feel it. A tremor. Multiple of them. It's like the ground is
fucking coming alive, I could barely stay on my feet. Then, she walks
in.
It's the Indian
waitress. I can tell that immediately. She steps clear over us, both
of us swept off our feet and sent rolling like tumbleweed in a
windstorm, and goes to the lockers. I look out of grooves between the
tiles, which are more like trenches at this fucking size, and look up
towards her. She's gorgeous. Can't even begin to deny it. Long legs,
nice thighs and ass, big chest, beautiful hair...she had everything.
I couldn't stop staring. It was like she was a witch putting a spell
on me. Or maybe a goddess for how fucking huge she was. Her scent
filled the room. Jasmine. It was nice, but very strong. I thought I
could feel a headache coming.
After she puts her stuff
away, she gets down and starts searching around as if she's dropped
something, her big ass hanging in the sky. I'm finally able to pull
myself out of my trance when I realize she's not dropped something,
she's hunting. For us. For me. I get up and book it back through the
hole we came out from. Halfway there I remember my friend and turn to
look over my shoulder. I see him in the distance, standing there. I
think he was staring at her ass. I'm not sure. Whatever he was doing,
he wasn't going anywhere.
Just I got back into the
hole, I looked back again. Now I saw him coming, running full sprint.
But it was too late.
The entire frame of the
door seemed to shake as she walked over, thick dust falling onto my
head, shaken loose from her movement. My buddy was tripped up when
she got close. She stood over him, hands planted on her round hips. I
tried to lean out from the hole to try and look up at her. I could
barely see her face, it was hidden partially by her tits, but she was
grinning. That I could tell from just her eyes. I looked back down at
my bud. He was just a speck now, a lone lamb left to the might wolf;
prey exposed to the predator. Even the tip of her shoe looked like a
big building, utterly dwarfing him.
A pause.
Then, the foot went up.
When it came back down, the entire room seemed to shake, hell, the
entire world. It knocked me off my feet. When I was able to get back
up, I looked back out in time to see the foot rise back up. Where
there had once been a man was now nothing but a small circle of red
paste.
…
Kendra lifted her foot
behind her and examined the sole. A small, but noticeable red spot
stained her otherwise pristine shoes. She smiled. The first of many.
By the end of the day, she hoped her soles. would have nice polka dot
patterns. She grabbed a tissue bent down and wiped the mess she'd
made off the floor, then wadded it up and threw it in the trash.
Then, she dropped to her hands and knees by the doorjamb. That was
were the little shit had been going. Was there an opening there? She
crawled and brought her eyes close to the ground, again squashing her
boobs and holding her wide ass in the air, hair dragging along the
floor.
…
She was coming for me.
I tried to remain calm.
There was nothing she could do to me. Not even her pinky finger could
fit in the hole. I knew I should probably run; try to make it back to
one of the safehouses, but I couldn't. Something, I guess just blind
fear, held me in place.
Those big tits of hers
came down first, flattening against the floor. Then, her mouth. A
blast of warm air tore through the hole as she breathed out. Finally,
a vibrant blue eye peered in. I remained still, as if being looked at
by a T-Rex from Jurassic Park. The eye squinted and looked right at
me, but I couldn't tell if she could actually see me.
She started talking.
“Come out,” She
says. “You cannot hide from me.”
My heart is racing but I
just keep on being frozen in place. Her eye disappears and is
replaced by a grinning mouth, her perfect teeth bared in front of me.
“I am going to CRUSH
all of you,” She goes on. “Do not think that hiding in the walls
will keep you safe. You will get hungry. You will come out. And when
you do, I will CRUSH you.”
The spit from her mouth
was misting into the hole, soaking me a little but my heart was
slowing down. She hadn't seen me. She just (correctly) suspected that
something was there.
Her fingernail, long and
pure white, poked into the hole and began to pull as if trying to
shear off bits to widen it. The sound of wood breaking somehow is
what broke my out of my trance and I booked it back along the
interior of the wall.
…
Kendra
waited in anticipation, her heart racing, her grin widening a little
bit, her ass swaying side to side in anticipation. They were there.
She could smell them. They were likely trying to get into the
kitchen. They were strange bugs, unlike anything that Kendra had ever
seen (whatever that meant, she was no expert on the vermin). They
were smart, but fragile and slow. She was bigger, faster, stronger,
and smarter. She came in at different times each morning to through
them off. Confuse them. It kept them afraid and also occasionally,
like now, caught them off-guard, allowing her to find their little
entrances.
When
nothing came out, she thrust her index finger against it and began to
slowly tear at it with her fingernail. When it was a little wider,
she leaned down again and tried to look in again. It was no good. The
hole was too small and too dark to see anything. But then again, she
didn't need to. She had smelt them. They'd been there. No doubt about
it.
“Hi
Kendra,” A voice suddenly said.
Kendra
looked up and saw Aimee standing before the doorway, already dressed
in her uniform.
“Hello,”
Kendra replied, standing up.
“What
are you doing?” Aimee asked, innocently. In all honesty, she didn't
really care at all what the woman had been doing. She was only really
disappointed that it was ending. Kendra's ass had been fully up and
shaking a little bit, causing it to jiggle just so slightly in the
elastic band of her shorts. Aimee was another waitress with a habit
of coming in earlier. She often said it was because she liked to be
early, which was true, but it wasn't the real reason. Most of the
ladies who worked here came to work with their uniforms already one.
But some didn't and, on some days, even ones who did occasionally
came in wearing different clothes that they could change back into
for whatever their life situation was outside of the restaurant. The
bottom line was, there was a chance to see some hot ladies changing.
And Aimee was not about to let that pass her by.
It was,
after all, the only reason she had taken the job.
“I
was looking at hole in jamb,” Kendra said, once more brushing
herself off. “There is a bug hole there.”
“There
is?”
“Yes.
I smelled them down there.”
“Are
you sure? Did you see any.”
“Yes.”
Kendra replied, a grin stretching on her lips. She lifted her right
leg and extended it out towards Aimee for her to see the sole. “I
already crushed one and the day has not even started!”
“Nice.”
Aimee replied with a shrug.
“It
is nice.” Kendra agreed. “Only good place for bug is under your
shoe or in your stomach. That is all they are good for!”
“You
eat bugs?” Aimee asked, skeptically.
“Yes,
yes,” Kendra answered. “It is very common in India, where my
family is from.”
“Oh.”
Aimee said, casually. In her mind, she saw Kendra holding some of the
restaurant's bugs in her hand, her tongue slowly and sensually
tracing across her lips, before dipping her head back and holding
them above her wide open mouth. She would release those tiny little
creatures and then swallow them whole. They would likely burn to
death in the acids in the woman's stomach, but for one brief moment,
they would be inhabitants of Kendra's stomach, paddling uselessly in
the waters that would slowly eat them alive. As they met their end in
her belly, Kendra would simply go on with her life, not even giving a
single thought to the life fizzling out deep within her guts. How
interesting.
Kendra
was not very popular among the other waitresses. She was often catty
and arrogant, not to mention she was a well known clean freak who was
bossy and anal about how certain things were done. but Aimee didn't
mind. She was hot, VERY hot, and that was all that mattered. In fact,
Kendra was the only thing here in The Knotty House that inspired her
to work hard. And because of that, Kendra seemed to respect her at
least a little bit. And that meant Kendra would occasionally speak to
her about things. Like, for example, how many bugs she had killed, as
she had just done a moment ago. Everyone knew that Kendra hated the
bugs and was the most determined to crush all of them. And yes, crush
was the right word. She said it many times while discussing the
topic. And Kendra would not let anything get in her way of fulfilling
her duty if she could help it. Aimee had once seen her walk out the
kitchen, carrying a tray of food, stop, look down at a chair, and sit
down and wriggle her ass into the cushion vigorously. All while still
holding the tray. When Aimee had asked what that had been all about,
Kendra turned and showed her big beautiful ass, which several small
red splotches dotting the orange surface. She proudly displayed this,
patting her ass as she did (her need for perfection apparently not
extending to her very small stains on her clothes).
It was
this conversation that had first made Aimee realize that the bug
problem in the restaurant could be used to her benefit.
At
around 11:15, redheaded Zoey came bounding into the restaurant with
her usual energy.
“Hi,
Kendra! Hi, Aimee!” She greeted to where the two were working.
“Hi
Zoey,” Aimee replied, going in for a hug. Zoey often gave hugs,
sometimes without warning. It didn't bother Aimee. She liked getting
physical.
“Wow,
Kendra, you look really hot!” The redhead proclaimed, her eyes
widening as she looked the woman up and down.
“Yes,
I know.” Kendra replied, grinning, not even looking towards her.
“You
smell really nice too!” Zoey leaned close. Close enough that for a
moment Aimee thought, and desperately hoped, she was going to kiss
Kendra on the cheek. But, instead, she just took a deep breath.
“Jasmine?”
“Yes.”
“It
smells great!”
“Thank
you.”
“Sure
thing, girlfriend!” Zoey exclaimed, clasping a hand on Kendra's
butt, feeling it and squeezing it, enjoying the fullness. Despite how
it seemed, this was not at all sexual. Zoey just really liked how a
big butt felt. It was like jello! Fun to play with! And Kendra did
not seem to mind, so Zoey touched it whenever she liked; a fact that
was very annoying when she did the same with the others.
“Kendra
already killed a bug and found a crack they come out of in the Locker
Room.” Aimee said, a wide smile on her face. God bless Zoey, she
was thinking.
“Wow!”
Zoey said, giving Kendra a congratulatory slap on the ass. “That's
great! And we haven't even opened yet! I bet you'll get all of them
in no time! Hey, did you guys hear about that congressional hearing
with the aliens...?”
At
11:25AM, Sophia walked in.
“Hi
Sophia!” Zoey waved enthusiastically.
Sophia
smiled and waved back but did not approach them. Unless she really
needed to, Sophia did not go anywhere near Kendra. That bitch needed
to be taught some manners, preferably with a good, swift kick up her
perfect ass. If, while growing up, Sophia had talked to anyone like
how Kendra often did, her mother would have beaten her ass six ways
to Sunday. The woman was clearly beautiful and used to getting her
way, and that annoyed Sophia to no end. So, she quickly walked
towards the Locker Room to avoid any chance at a conversation. Unlike
most of the other girls, Sophia often changed into her uniform here.
So, Aimee excused herself and headed after her.
Just as
Aimee disappeared, Kelly walked in. Zoey squealed and ran up to her
and the two embraced and were quickly talking about a variety of
subjects as they both walked into the Locker Room.
At
precisely 11:30, Isabella walked in. She didn't say anything to
Kendra as she walked past, but she stumbled briefly when her foot
stubbed the leg of a table. She managed to stay upright and quickly
went into the Locker Room. Kendra sniffed. Out of all the waitresses,
Isabella had dropped the most food. Unacceptable. Not only because it
made a bad impression in front of the customers, but it made a mess
and that attracted the bugs. They would never take care of the
problem with such carelessness!
11:38,
Linda walked in. The temperature in the entire restaurant might have
gone down at least a couple of degrees when she walked past Kendra,
the two of them offering nothing but a quiet glare. Kendra did not
like Linda because she was lazy and stupid, and Linda did not like
Kendra because Kendra was a fucking psycho bitch. Kendra liked to act
as if she was a manager (she wasn't) and thought she could bark
orders at everyone. Plus, she was so obsessed with the whole 'bug'
thing. It was all she ever talked about! Bug this, bug that; crush
this, crush that! Linda had not gotten this job to be an
exterminator. Still...she did crush bugs whenever she saw them. After
all, she had lived a pretty comfortable life in the suburbs and
cities, experiencing very little of the natural world. Bugs to her
were basically just roaches, ants, flies, and not much else. And each
of those were disgusting and should be stomped to pieces out of
principal.
At
11:50, Mia sauntered into the restaurant, texting on her phone, and
leisurely strolled towards the Locker Room, unfazed by the fact that
she was twenty minutes late. . Kendra had seen her great grandmother
move faster. As she made her way, Mia reached up and stuck a finger
up one of her nostrils and dug around, scratching at the walls. When
she extracted her finger, she wiped it against the side of her
shorts, which, as she began to walk into the Locker Room, she reached
around a tugged at the hem off, apparently pulling a wedgie out of
her ass. Out of all the others, Kendra felt like she disliked Mia the
most. Not only was she so lazy that she was practically useless, she
also did gross things every now and again. Scratching herself,
picking her nose, belching, farting...it was a miracle she even
bothered doing her hair and make up. Any attempt to correct her went
nowhere. Mia just seemed to ignore every criticism given to her and
did not seem to care on iota about the job or the fact that pests
were slowly overrunning the restaurant. It was aggravating.
Finally,
12PM arrived, and the doors were unlocked.
There
was no hostess at The Knotty House. The waitresses were simply
encouraged to keep an eye on the front doors and grab whoever came in
and take them to their section of the restaurant if they could fit
them. Given the nature of the place, it was uncommon for large
families to arrive. Often, it was just groups of a few guys who just
wanted to drink beer, eat burgers and fried food, and ogle hot gals
walking around in shorts, so the system worked fine for the most
part. Still, in the beginning hours of service, Kendra took it upon
herself to act as a hostess, directing the flow of early traffic.
Standing at the front also gave her an opportunity to scan the floors
and walls for anything that might be crawling around.
Zoey,
Aimee, and Kelly were the best of Kendra's little band of merry gals,
so she would send the first customers to them. Sophia was hit and
miss. Some days she was good, other times she useless, disappearing
for stretches of times. Kendra was often able to tell what kind of
day it was going to be with her early on, so sometimes it was better
to send customers to her sooner rather than later. Isabella was fine
when she wasn't tripping over her own feet or knocking things over.
And, not unlike her sister, she had a gross tendency, though only one
in contrast to Mia's many. She had allergies and sneezed often, often
without covering her mouth and nose. Linda and Mia were the worst,
though the former was marginally better than the latter. Linda was
sociable, at least, where as Mia looked bored and uninteresting.
Knotty House had its regulars, and these regulars often had their
favorite waitress. Shockingly, Mia had a fair amount, despite her
almost apathetic nature. It boggled Kendra's mind. Perhaps some of
them just liked her unique brand of mediocre service.
The
first customers went to Zoey, who practically sprinted up to them in
greeting and actually took the arm of one and pulled them towards her
area. The men were shocked, but seemed to laugh. After all, how could
they not enjoy a cute redhead so eager to see them? Of course, their
attitude might change when Zoey derailed the conversation with the
many quirky topics she loved to discuss and forgot to take their
order. The next round of people would go to Kelly, who was polite,
professional, and quick. If it wasn't for Aimee's dedication, the
brunette would easily be Kendra's favorite.
Speaking
of Aimee, the young Asian gal was tiptoeing out the back door of the
restaurant, trying to avoid drawing attention to herself. Out by the
dumpsters, there was occasionally a fresh batch of bugs crawling
around, usually trying to crawl in the trash and get what the cooks
had had to throw out that morning. Kendra had not taken notice of
this. She was more concerned with the interior of the restaurant.
After all, outside was at least were bugs belonged.
Immediately,
Aimee saw some of them crawling on the concrete. A good amount of
them. Maybe about twenty of them, pooled around like ants. They saw
her too and began to scamper towards a small crack in the wall that
Kendra probably would have plugged if she had thought to check
outside. Aimee slammed her foot down in front of their path, maybe
crushing one or two in the process, the rest began to scatter in all
directions. She dropped to her knees and began to scoop them up. When
they were all gathered, she began to delicately sprinkle them down
onto her cleavage, using her other to poke and prod them deep between
her tits. Her bra was tight, keeping the girls pressed together so
they wouldn't jostle all the time. This was good, as it meant the
bugs wouldn't “shake loose”. It was tight enough to keep them
pinned, but she'd still be able to reach down in there to pluck some
of them out when she needed them.
Plus,
she kinda liked the feeling of them squirming around in there. It
tickled a little bit. She sort of envied them. She wished Kendra
would stuff her between those big mommy milkers of hers.
And
speaking of Kendra, her voice rang out, “Aimee! Where are you?”
“Coming!”
Aimee called back.
She
went back inside, where Isabella nearly ran into her, and went back
towards the floor. Kendra was standing at the front with a new batch
of customers, loudly snapping her fingers for Aimee to hurry.
“She
better not snap them fingers at me,” Aimee heard Sophia grumble as
she passed by, holding a bottle of cleaner in her hand. Sophia spent
a lot of time sanitizing tables and anything else. Apparently, she
was also some sort of clean freak. Aimee recalled hearing from Zoey
that Sophia had a weaker immune system. “I'll snap her damn
wrists.”
Aimee
hurried past the kitchen and towards the main floor, where suddenly a
faint, rank smell hit her nose. No it was one of Mia's gas clouds.
Linda was already seated at a table, texting on her phone, seemingly
not caring at all that customers were in the building. Aimee could
hear Zoey talking loudly on the other side of the floor, but couldn't
make out her words. Kelly was already writing down an order with her
table.
Finally,
Aimee approached Kendra, who had a beautiful smile, but her eyes
flared. Where were you!? That was what that searing stare had said.
Aimee simply shrugged at her. She'd get over it. In no time at all,
Kendra would have to put up with Linda and Mia, and she'd forget all
about this little transgression.
“This
is Aimee,” Kendra said to the two men behind her, who, before that,
had been eyeballing her vigorously. “She'll be your server.”
The men
seemed disappointed at first, but then their eyes crawled over her
boobs and they grinned. They had no idea that a handful of bugs were
writing and squirming around in the fragrant depths of her tits. What
would they think if they knew? Interesting question.
“If
you'll follow me,” Aimee said to them and she grabbed two menus and
headed into the restaurant, making sure it put a little more pep in
her step as she went. She wasn't into guys, but she was still a young
lady and liked to be fawned over. Plus, the money it encouraged was a
nice little bonus.
More
customers began to slowly flow into the restaurant.
Another
day at The Knotty House was well underway.
…
Without
the aid of my “friend” it took some time for me to find my way
back. But eventually, I was able to feel my way back.
When I got there, I
heard that a group hadn't returned. They'd tried to go dig around in
the dumpsters this morning, their famine getting the better of them.
When I asked them what happened, they said the Asian one probably
took them.
“Took them?” I
asked.
“Yes.” Had been the
answer.
The Asian girl was some
kind of pervert. She liked gathering us 'bugs' up and putting them
where the other waitresses would see them or dropping them on their
bodies, if possible. One time, she had apparently managed to put some
in one of the other waitress's underwear.
All of this was to say
that it was wise to avoid the Asian girl. She was almost as dangerous
as the Indian gal.
They asked me about my
buddy and I told them what happened. At first they came down on me,
asked me what the hell I was doing running around with other members
of their team when I just got here. But when I told them I had
survived an encounter with the Indian waitress, their tone changed. I
may have embellished a little bit, but the scent of mogra lingered on
my own flesh. There was no denying that I had been close to her. And
if I could secure a reputation, even a false one, with my new
'community' it was all the better. They were impressed.
“We'll go out to look
for food soon,” I was told. “We need to wait. Let the restaurant
get fuller. It will keep the waitresses busy.”
I told them that was
fine. I needed to sit down for a time anyway.
Hand is starting to
hurt. Will pick this up later. If I survive long enough for there to
be a later.