Loading...Brandy smiled as she assessed her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She had tried on her new work uniform and what there was of it, fit her like a glove. Brandy had just completed her freshman year at college and decided to make a little money over the summer.
She had accepted a waitressing job at Hooters and the famous orange satin shorts and white tank top had never looked better.
The top was stretched across her small frame and her perky breasts seemed to be fighting to escape their cotton confines. The snug shorts, hugged her hips and allowed the lower part of Brandy’s firm ass cheeks to peek out of the bottom, if she bent at the waist at all. While the front of the very short shorts, tugged tightly at her crotch. The skimpy uniform didn’t bother Brandy; she was proud of her body and enjoyed showing it off.
A sudden knock on the door broke her self-reflection.
“Just a minute!” Brandy quickly covered herself with her bathrobe before opening the door to find her father.
“Hi hon. Just wanted to say goodnight.”
“Goodnight daddy.” Brandy gave her father a loving kiss and then shut her door.
Brandy undressed and hid her uniform in a bag under her bed. It was her father’s idea that she get herself a summer job, but he did not approve of her working at Hooters. But Brandy had run into an old high school friend, who told her about the opening and how much money she could make. Brandy considered herself far more attractive than her friend, so surely she would do at least as well. So despite her father forbidding it, she secretly accepted the position and was scheduled to start the following day.
At the house next door, Major Dick Johnson observed the proceedings. Dick had seen Brandy change from a little girl, into a stunning 20-year old woman and now he watched her undress.
“That a girl,” he said aloud, adjusting his binoculars.
His living room widow was aligned with Brandy’s bedroom and he never missed an opportunity for a peek. His lust for Brandy had begun a few years earlier. Observing her in a bikini, sunbathing in her yard, alerted him to the wonderful developments that were happening to her. She was still as cute as ever and now possessed a breathtaking body as well.
A career military man, now retired, the Major was a bit of a busy body. He still rose before dawn, but had very little to do. So he kept an eye on the comings and goings in his neighborhood, like he was patrolling the front lines. Assessing who had put their garbage barrels out too soon, who’s lawn needed to be cut and who didn’t pick up after their dog. He not only observed such transgressions, but would instruct the offenders to shape up, or he would have to notify the proper authorities. This made him unpopular with some, but most of the neighborhood considered him harmless and was happy to have him around. He was their very own neighborhood watch and they felt safer, knowing he was always on alert.
The Major never could have believed that he would develop such longing for someone at this stage of his life. But observing Brandy’s visits home form college became as important to him, as his military shore leave used to be.
He recalled the neighborhood holiday party, last winter, when Brandy was home on break. She wore a skin-tight red sweater dress that came to mid-thigh. The dress hid none of her amazing curves, and had the head of every man at he party, spinning. When Brandy sat down, the dress rode up, exposing her entire leg. The Major stared lustfully at her thighs; they looked so smooth and totally toned. How he longed to be between their warm embrace. But it was more than just her good looks. Brandy had the most upbeat, friendly personality that caused people to fall for her. It was that friendliness that bordered on flirting, that sometimes got her into trouble. Brandy was very fond of Major Johnson and she considered him almost a second father. She made a habit of saluting him, something she had done since she was a little girl, out of respect for his service.
Brandy had made cupcakes for the party and she approached the guests with a plate, held right below her chest. Charmingly offering everyone her tasty treats. The Major smiled and accepted one, a delicious red-velvet cake, with creamy frosting. Prompting Brandy to innocently ask, “do you like my cupcakes Major Johnson?”
The Major almost choked on the delicious morsel in his mouth and the ones hovering before him. “Yes, yes, I do. They’re delicious Brandy, simply scrumptious.” He stammered looking down at her holiday treats. Brandy’s breasts were presented in padded bra cups and sat up proudly on her petite frame.
After leering at her all night, the Major finally managed to corner Brandy under the mistletoe. “Major Johnson!” Brandy promptly saluted the lifelong military man.
“At ease Brandy,” he said firmly. “Seems like we have ourselves a bit of a situation.” He glanced up to indicate the mistletoe.
“Oops! I guess so.” She giggled. “Whatever will I do?” Brandy was a potent mix of sweet and sexy that was simply irresistible.
“You’re mine to command and a good soldier…”
“Always obeys orders.” She finished his familiar phrase.
The Major was a tall man and he leaned down to receive a gentle embrace and a sweet kiss on the cheek. Brandy seemed so inviting, so eager to please. He wrapped his large hands around her tiny waist, her firm, young physique felt warm under the soft sweater. The 76-year old immediately felt years younger and gave her a gentle pat on the bottom. “Still in good form, I see.”
“Thanks Major Johnson.” Brandy giggled.
The brief encounter gave him his first erection in years. And the memory of it was still causing his pants to tent, months later. Now it was summer and Brandy would be home for a while. Though she had not seen him yet, The Major was getting an eyeful, on an almost nightly basis.
The man who was once the very definition of discipline, lost all control when he thought of his young neighbor. In fact she was the last thing he thought of before he went to bed and his first thought when he awoke each morning. Brandy’s freshman year away at college was a difficult time for the Major. He often fantasized about her, either based on the holiday party encounter. Or sometimes more elaborate scenarios, imagining Brandy as a recruit, in the service. She was usually in violation of the uniform, or had failed a bunk inspection. Leading to a verbal, then physical dressing-down, by her superior officer.
But now he had the real thing and he watched as she prepared for bed. Brandy quickly stripped down to a pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Then moved in front of her mirror and fussed with her shiny, shoulder length brown hair. Pulling it up, back and to the side, in various configurations. Her attention then fell to her breasts; she adjusted her bra straps slightly and turned side to side. Admiring her curves from various angles.
“Touch them Brandy…touch your cupcakes.” The Major whispered intensely.
The Major had a raging erection and he began stroking it, while his other hand held the binoculars to his bulging eyes.
Brandy didn’t disappoint. She unclasped her bra and continued admiring herself. Then reaching up, cupped her breasts, as if testing their firmness. She smiled sweetly, quite pleased with what she felt.
“Oh yeah, you little minx. Touch yourself!” The Major groaned as he furiously jacked off. He felt a sudden surge in his cock and then an eruption, as he came everywhere.
“Man alive…” he groaned. He watched as her bedroom light went out, while the fire that burned in him raged on. He had to make his fantasy come true, somehow.
The next day, Brandy sighed as she soaked her beautiful body in the bath. She was happy to be home and felt safe, removed from the drama and debauchery that seemed to surround her on campus. She was about to add bath salts to the water, when the doorbell rang.
“Oh, drat!”
Her father had long since left for work, so she grabbed a towel and scurried out of the bathroom. She was dripping wet and her delicate feet left tiny prints along the carpet as she raced towards the door.
“Hello Brandy!”
Major Johnson! Brandy was surprised to see her neighbor standing there, with a package and a big grin.
Brandy smiled sweetly at the sight of her fatherly friend. In most ways, he looked just as she always remembered him. Tall, lean and tan…with his white hair, still cut in a short flattop style. His familiar veneered teeth in a bright smile. But in some ways, he showed his age. His checkered shorts were worn awkwardly high on his waist and he wore white socks, under brown sandals.
“Finally home from school, I see.”
“Yes sir,” she replied. Saluting him with one hand as she tried to keep her towel up with the other.
“At ease. This was delivered to my house, by mistake.” The truth was that the Major watched as the mailman left the box at Brandy’s front door and promptly retrieved it, so he had an excuse to drop in on the gorgeous girl next door.
“Oh, thank you.”
As Brandy took the package from him, her towel slipped off, landing silently at her feet.
“Oops!”
Brandy quickly used the package to cover herself. But it barely reached from her chest to her waist and she struggled to position it to completely conceal her curves.
“Um, Major Johnson…I um…”
“Man alive! Well, well…out of uniform, I see. I noticed that the package is from that fancy ladies underwear store. Looks like it arrived just in time.” He teased, looking her up and down.
“Um, yeah. I really gotta get to work Major Johnson.”
“You got a summer job?”
“Um, yeah, I start today. Thanks for bringing the package over.”
“My pleasure Brandy, it was good to see you.” He said, with an almost crazed look in his eye.
The Major spent the rest of the day watching, waiting for Brandy to depart for work. Once he observed her get into her car, he got into his and followed from a safe distance. He knew where she was going, but he wanted her to arrive first.
He entered the restaurant and asked the hostess to be seated in Brandy’s section. He soon spotted her across the bar talking to another waitress. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, as she worked the room.
Brandy eventually approached the table wearing her trademark smile and the sexy uniform. “Welcome to Hooters, how may…M-Major Johnson!”
“Brandy…man alive!” He gushed, looking her up and down. “So you’re working as a Hooters waitress. This is my lucky day.”
“Um, yeah. I didn’t know you came here.”
Brandy was nervous that her secret had been found out. The restaurant was far enough from home, near hotels and the highway, so she never expected to see any friends or family walk in.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” He asked.
“What? Oh!” She quickly saluted him. “Sorry sir!”
“That’s better. Brandy, I seem to have dropped my fork, would you mind…”
Without thinking Brandy bent over to retrieve the utensil. Her position offered a spectacular view of the cutest, roundest little bum the Major had ever seen. It took all his will to not reach out and grab it. Her shorts rode up, revealing an obscene amount of cheek.
Brandy stood up and seeing the Major’s face, realized what she had done and turned red. “I, um, will get you a clean fork, sir.”
Brandy was an excellent server and once the Major had finished his lunch, he left her a tip and something to think about. “Well, I’ll tell your father I ran into you today at lunch.”
“No! Please Major Johnson, he ummm…I mean, I haven’t told him about my job yet.”
“Really? Well, it seems like we have a bit of a situation then. I’m certain he would want to know. Hmmm…do you have any time off this weekend?”
“Yes, Saturday. Why?”
“Well, I want you to come over on Saturday then. I have really enjoyed having you as my server today and want you to serve me again.”
Brandy looked confused. “Sir?”
“If you want me to keep your little secret Brandy, you will come over on Saturday and make sure you wear that little uniform.”
Brandy was dumbstruck by the demand. She watched silently as the Major stood to leave, grinned and put a hand to her cheek. “Just remember, you are mine to command and a good soldier always obeys orders.”
On Saturday, Brandy covered her Hooters uniform in a tracksuit and paced around her room. She could simply quit her job, but that wouldn’t stop the Major from revealing that he had seen her working at Hooters. A simple call could confirm it for her father. He will be so angry at me, she fretted. I guess I better do what I am told…
She pulled hair was pulled back in a ponytail, as if she was going to the gym and headed out. As she passed through her backyard, she saw the remnants of an old lemonade stand, she used as a child. The Major had been her best customer, drinking endless amounts of lemonade and filling her piggybank with all his spare change. Brandy struggled with how their relationship seemed to be changing.
She knocked on his backdoor and was promptly let in. “You wanted to see me sir?” She saluted, more out of habit, than respect.
“Do you have your uniform on under there?”
She nodded silently and the Major led her to his living room. He seated himself in his comfy recliner and smiled. The same chair he sat in when he peered into Brandy’s bedroom, but today, he had the real thing. “Let me see it.”
Brandy slowly unzipped the top.
“All the way Brandy…take it off.”
Brandy swallowed hard and shed her outer layer, revealing her sexy Hooters uniform. This can’t be happening, she thought.
“Yeah. There’s my Hooters girl.”
Brandy loved attention, but felt self-conscious now. Despite wearing the same uniform for complete strangers, she felt safe at the restaurant. Standing alone in her neighbor’s living room, felt awkward.
“How do you greet your customers Brandy?”
“Um, w-welcome to Hooters. What can I do for you?”
The Major grinned at her willingness to play along. “You can start by getting me a drink, some whiskey.”
Brandy turned and walked towards a nearby liquor cabinet. Maybe I just need to wait on him, she thought hopefully. She passed a mirror and couldn’t resist stealing a glance at herself.
“You have never met a mirror you didn’t like, have you?” He mocked.
“Huh?”
“Go one, check yourself out, I am.”
Brandy turned back to the mirror, unsure of what was going on.
“Are you a good little Hooters girl?”
Brandy nodded.
“Well, say it.”
“I’m a good, little Hooters girl.” Brandy whispered.
“Now, give yourself a little kiss. Go on…you love how you look, don’t you?”
Brandy tensed, thinking this was a little weird.
“Do it!” He growled.
Brandy leaned forward and kissed her reflection quickly.
“You can do better than that. Look at how hot you are? Say it and kiss yourself, slowly, like the little minx you are.”
Brandy turned back to the mirror and faced herself. She cleared her throat and uttered, “I’m so hot.”
She pressed her lips to the glass for a moment, then extended her tongue and ran it over the glass and against her tongues reflection. The act made her feel silly, but to the Major it was incredibly sexy.
She opened her eyes to see the Major ginning ear to ear across the room. Silently, she filled a glass and carried it to him.
“Do you know how much your ass wiggles in those little shorts?” He asked, before taking a sip.
“Yes, sir.”
“You like wiggling for your customers, don’t you?”
“Well, they um…tip better, when they get a little show.”
“You are gonna give me a show Brandy. Do you understand?”
“Sir?”
“Dance for me.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Like a good little Hooters girl. Dance for me.”
“I’m a waitress, not a stripper.”
“You’re a little minx! Start dancing and make it good.”
Brandy decided she better do as she was told. She started slowly by swaying her hips, with her arms raised up, overhead. Maybe if I just give him a little thrill…she hoped optimistically.
“Where’s that Hooters girl smile?”
Brandy managed to force a smile, but found it difficult to dance to the classic rock, playing on the stereo. Clearly, the Major wasn’t interested in her ability to move in time with the music and she knew that. He was interested in seeing her dance for his amusement. For her to submit to his wildest desires and make all his fantasies come true. To that end Brandy’s performance was highly erotic.
“I like your hair down, lose the ponytail.” Brandy freed her hair and shook it free. It fell loosely around her beautiful face, giving her an untamed look.
The major sat forward in his chair, with a crazed look in his eye and a little saliva in the corner of his mouth. Never had he seen a girl so sexy before.
“Take your shirt off.”
Brandy pulled her top off and tossed it aside, revealing a little white bra. Despite the support, Brandy’s perky breasts jiggled as she moved, swayed and preened, for his pleasure.
“Oh yeah!”
“Let me see them! Let me see your little cupcakes…take your bra off!”
Brandy hesitated, but when the old man began to get up from his chair, she acquiesced. Her trembling hands reached for the clasp and set her bouncing breasts free. Brandy tried to steady them with her arm, while the other waved the bra overhead. It looked as if Brandy was waving a white flag, as she surrendered herself.
“Man alive! Make ’em bounce. Oh yeah, bounce ’em!”
Brandy dropped the bra and putting her hands behind her head, shook her perky breasts. The Major was enjoying the show and continued to order her around.
“More! I want more!”
She leaned forward, shimmying her shoulders back and forth before him. Her breasts dangled as she danced.
She felt thoroughly humiliated and completely betrayed. This man that she had held in such high regard, was no different than the other men Brandy encountered. He wanted to use her, like some kind of sex toy. As this realization came to her, Brandy suddenly became aware of the fact that she was touching herself. She looked down to see her hands caressing her tender tits, which excited her audience to no end.
“Now the shorts!”
Brandy was eager to turn away, feeling ashamed. Dancing and being told what to do was having a strange effect on her. She turned and wiggled her bum, slowly lowering the satin shorts and revealing her best asset. Her peach-like bum was a mouth-watering sight. Brandy was wearing a thong and the thin strip of white material disappeared between her round, ass cheeks. The Major marveled at how perfectly shaped it was and couldn’t resist reaching out and grabbing a cheek in each hand and giving the firm flesh a good squeeze.
“Sir! I don’t think you should touch me like that.”
Brandy tried to dance away, but he held her waist firmly and spun her back towards him. “Keep dancing!” He shouted.
Brandy did as she was told gyrating right between his legs. Feeling his hands pawing at her privates as she danced in place. Wiggling her hips in a circular motion as she lowered herself to the floor and back up again.
“That a girl, shake it!”
The Major was fully erect and eager to share his cock with Brandy. He reeled her in and put her tiny hand on the lump in his shorts. Brandy was taken aback, not just by his aggressiveness, but by the size of what she felt.
“Please sir…”
Brandy was silenced as the Major pressed his lips to hers and forced his tongue inside. Brandy recoiled at the oral invasion and taste of whiskey on his breath. But she couldn’t pull away and soon found herself in a full on make out session with a man old enough to be her grandfather.
The Major had been lusting after her breasts for some time and wasted no more, taking them in his mouth. Devouring her delicious breasts, the warm, firm flesh was everything he hoped for. He began sucking on Brandy’s brownish nipples, which to him resembled a chocolate kiss.
Brandy bravely endured the slobbering and sucking and looked past the back of the large chair and out the window. She was struck by the fact that she could see into her bedroom. Has he been spying on me? She wondered.
Then she noticed something else…a shadowy figure moving in her room. The glare of the sun made it impossible to see who it was, but it was clear that someone was at her dresser. Is it daddy?!? Why would he be in there? She wondered.
“They need some frosting don’t they Brandy?”
“What?” His question brought her back to the moment.
The Major forced her down onto the chair and straddled her. He had removed his shorts and now removed a long cock from his tighty whities. Plopping his long shaft down between Brandy’s bitable breasts.
“I’m gonna cum on them. I’m gonna frost your little cupcakes.”
“Ask me like you did at the party! The Christmas party!”
Brandy was confused, them realizing what he meant, uttered in a small voice. “Do you like my cupcakes Major Johnson?”
“Uh yes! Uh, you know I do!” He stuttered in a maniacal voice.
Brandy watched helplessly as he mauled her mouthwatering mounds. Squeezing them together, sandwiching his meat between them and thrusting madly.
“B-beg me…beg me to frost them…” he groaned.
“Please frost them Major Johnson. Please cum on my cupcakes.”
“Oh yeah! Don’t stop!”
“Please cream my cupcakes sir.”
“Uh…uhhh…ahhh! ”
A massive load of cum splattered all over Brandy’s boobs. She watched helplessly as it covered her nipples and spilled down between her breasts.
The Major reached for a handkerchief and wiped his sweaty brow, then drained his glass of whiskey. “Ahhh… ” The Major was old, but Brandy had given him a new found lust for life.
He looked down at Brandy, who still laid between his legs, her breasts bathed in cum. “We better clean you up,” he said, sounding somewhat normal to Brandy. She expected him to use the handkerchief on her, but he seemed to have another idea.
Instead of getting off of her, he used his slowly softening cock to gather up the cum and feed it to his favorite girl.
“Open.” He ordered as he served his semen to her.
Brandy was disgusted, but not disobedient. She reluctantly accepted the cum, swallowing the salty serving. The Major kept feeding her until her breasts were mostly clean and her lips glistened with cum. Watching her made his flaccid cock, do an about face and slowly begin to stiffen. “Man alive…” he uttered.
He placed his hand on Brandy’s head and began forcing his cock in and out of her mouth. She mumbled disapprovingly, but could offer little resistance.
Brandy watched wide-eyed, as the cock grew and stiffened in her warm, wet mouth. The Major worked his cock, deeper each time, causing her to gag a bit. While his old hairy, saggy ball sack slapped her chin gently.
Within moments, the Major was fully erect and ready for action. Though not terribly thick, it was one of the longest cocks Brandy had sucked. She whimpered as its length was finally removed. The Major couldn’t resist rubbing it across her angelic face.
“Are you gonna take it like a good girl? He asked. “A good little Hooters girl?”
The Major tugged at the meager white thong, pulling the small, slightly wet garment from her. With that Brandy lost her last line of defense and a good pair of panties.
“Please…no.”
“Say it!”
“Yes, sir. I’ll be a good little Hooters girl…” Brandy sheepishly agreed.
The bubbly brunette was helplessly hoisted up and brought down on the lap of her admirer. Brandy straddled him, struggling to avoid the long cock that poked at her precious pussy.
“Guide that missle, Brandy. Do it!”
Brandy grasped the stiff shaft and rubbed it along her moist slit, stalling. She was hoping for a last minute reprieve, or to at least get herself a little more wet. “Oh, sir…its too big.” Brandy offered as an excuse to stop. But there was no army in the world that could stop the Major now.
“You can do it Brandy.”
With that he forced her down and thrust up, burying himself in her. “Man alive!” He shouted as he finally feeling her pussy’s warm embrace.
It had been many years since the Major had sex, but he didn’t recall it ever feeling this good. He was soon balls deep and the feeling of his old cock being squeezed inside his beautiful young neighbor was the greatest feeling he ever knew.
“That’s a good Hooters girl, ride that cock.” The Major loved the feel of her fleshy bum smacking his lap as he forced her up and down.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Brandy was on a ride, she couldn’t get off and the old man easily controlled the cute coed. Her incredible body seemed built for sex and her playful personality only enhanced the experience.
Brandy whimpered and whined as she was bounced up and down on the Major’s old, rigid shaft. Her sounds were a mix of desperation and desire. Brandy wanted to get away, not only because she knew what they were doing was wrong, but because she could feel her body betraying her. She was beginning to tingle and feel pleasure and she knew that soon she would be helpless to resist him.
The Major grinned as Brandy’s perky breasts bounced before him and she could do nothing to prevent it. “Oh, I love watching them bounce. I bet you like it too. Dancing around like that…oh, you little minx.”
Brandy was feeling more turned on, but knew her body well enough to know that she would never cum. The methodical pace of the older man was frustrating her and the maniacal look on his face frightened her. She decided to take matters into her own hands…and onto her knees.
“Doggy…” she whispered into the Major’s ear. He looked at her surprised.
“Please…doggy-style, sir.”
“Is that what they teach you at college Brandy? Sexual positions? Is fucking your major?”
“Oh, you’re my Major.” She purred, repositioning herself. Brandy crawled down onto the recliner, with her face down and her ass up and pointing back at the older man.
The Major liked what he heard and loved what he saw.
This was Brandy’s favorite position. It not only got her off, but also helped in times like these, because she could avoid looking at her partner. It seemed more and more, Brandy was having sex with people not of her choosing. Though at the moment, she wanted to be taken.
She wiggled her bum enticingly and was immediately rewarded, as she felt the stiff staff of the major, snake its way back inside her tight twat.
“Oh, oh yes!” She squealed feeling its full length inside her. Brandy knew that even with his plodding prick, she could get off in the submissive position.
He began his methodical movements, thrusting in and out of the gorgeous girl. While Brandy began pushing her tush back at him, to match his rhythm. With each thrust her smooth, soft skin met his hairy, saggy ball sack swinging beneath her.
“Is this what you wanted? You wanted to get on your hands and knees for me?”
“Oh…I’m just obeying orders sir…” Brandy panted.
The Major was in awe of her, watching her perfect little body devour his dick.
While he pushed his cock into Brandy, he used his hands to spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing her tiny pink asshole.
“Ugh, ugh…you want it like a dog, huh?”
“Yes! Oh, yes!”
“Then bark like one!”
“What?!?”
“Bark!” With that, the Major pressed his thumb into her tiny pink asshole.
Brandy gasped and lurched forward, but the Major held her firmly in place.
“Man alive! Such a tight little pussy! Such a tight little ass!” The Major was again sounding maniacal and Brandy was thankful she couldn’t see crazed face.
“Bark!”
“Woof…woof…woof…” Brandy obeyed the obscene order.
The Major was grunting and laughing so hard, he was finding it hard to catch his breath. Thrusting with reckless abandon, taking Brandy’s pussy and whatever pride she had left.
“Oh, yeah! Yeah! Bark for me…” he groaned.
“Woof…woof…oh, woof!”
Brandy became accustomed to the thumb in her bum and began to enjoy the double-penetration. Being so thoroughly dominated made her feel wild. The Major reveled in the spectacle before him and began to fuck her more aggressively. He leaned down on Brandy, forcing his cock further and driving Brandy deeper into depravity.
“Oh! I’m gonna cum! Yes! Yes! Oooh!” Brandy felt her entire body begin to tingle and a wave of pleasure wash over her. The orgasm seemed to go on forever as She finally found release. Her reward for the service she provided all day.
“That a girl…cum for me!”
“Yes! Yes! I’ll be whatever you want. I’ll dance…I’ll be a doggy…I’ll be your slave!” She screamed, in the throes of passion. Brandy would have said or done anything in that moment, lost in ecstasy.
The Major began to wheeze and grunt, then squeezing Brandy tightly, launched a wave of seamen into his new plaything. Brandy felt herself flooded with his sticky assault.
“Man alive!”
Both spent, they eventually collapsed onto the large soft chair which had become their love nest.
“I…I need to go, sir.”
The Major rolled off of her, allowing her to slink away and collect her clothes.
“When do I see you again?” He asked, between gasps.
Brandy could only look at him in disbelief. “Ummm…soon, I’m sure.”
Brandy didn’t bother retrieving her underwear; she slipped her tracksuit on and left the Hooters uniform sitting on the floor.
“Aren’t you forgetting your uniform?” He questioned.
“Keep it,” she replied. “I’m quitting.”
Brandy turned and headed home, with the sick feeling that her neighborhood was now as sexually charged an environment as college was.