CHAPTER
ONE
Abby Vale kicked off her
shoes and sucked in a long, deep breath. This was officially the
worst week of her life.
The seams at the side of her
too-tight waitress uniform threatened to come apart. Abby snarled a
string of choice expletives and reached back to yank the zipper down
viciously. There was the satisfying sound of tearing as she wrenched
her uniform off her curvy body. There was no need to hold her breath
and squeeze herself into this ill-fitting, ridiculously short uniform
any more. She wouldn't be going back to the restaurant. She'd been
let go. Downsized, so to speak. Ha ha.
Abby snatched up her ripped
uniform and stalked to her bedroom. She stood in front of her mirror
in her simple cotton bra and panties and surveyed her figure. There
was absolutely nothing wrong with her body. She had full, generous
breasts, wide hips and a round, fleshy butt. There was nothing fake
or unnatural about her body.
Abby scowled at the crumpled
remains of her old waitress uniform. The restaurant had refused to
order a larger-sized uniform for her. Their uniforms were standard
issue, standard size, and this was the largest size they had. Every
day, Abby had to suck it in and squeeze herself into the tight, short
uniform, and endure the stiff fabric cutting into her flesh the whole
day. Sometimes she would skip meals just so she wouldn't put more
strain on that stupid uniform and have it rip apart while she was
bending to serve the customers.
But with few restaurants and
cafes hiring in the area, Abby had simply stuck it out. The pay
wasn't great but at least it kept a roof over her head and put food
on the table. Half her pay went to paying the rent for this little
apartment just two blocks away from the restaurant. Walking to work
meant she could save on transport and get a daily workout. She
wasn't a slob. She was a healthy, hardworking twenty-nine year old
woman. Her shifts were long, but she never complained. She was
usually the first to volunteer for overtime, just so she could earn a
little more.
She'd worked at the same
restaurant for two years, but the restaurant had recently come under
new management. And the new management decided that they wanted to
spruce up their image, pander to a younger crowd with bigger wallets
and bigger appetites. They wanted their waitresses to don even
shorter, smaller uniforms with higher hemlines and lower necklines.
And these new uniforms didn't come in her size.
And if the uniform didn't fit
the waitress, the waitress didn't fit the restaurant.
Abby sat down heavily on the
edge of her bed as her room suddenly looked watery and blurry. She
blinked hard, refusing to let the tears spill down her cheeks. It
just wasn't fair. Why her? Why now?
Why hadn't her new bosses
talked to her about this issue before? They could have given her
some time. Abby would have done everything to keep her job. She
would have put herself on a crazy diet and tried her best to cram all
her curves into the new, tiny uniform. Maybe it still wouldn't have
worked out, and she'd still be deemed too big for the job. But at
least they'd have given her a chance. It hurt that they didn't even
try to keep her.
They had simply outgrown her
and decided to get rid of her. They had just kicked her to the curb.
Like what Kenneth had done.
Kenneth had texted her a few
days ago to tell her that he'd met someone else, and that was it. He
refused to answer her messages and he wouldn't pick up her calls. It
was over. Just like that.
They had been together for
over a year, and he didn't even have the decency to break up with her
in person. She had been dumped via text. How pathetic was that.
What a loser!
A strangled, wretched sob
escaped and Abby bit her lip and swiped angrily at her scalding
tears. She'd lost her boyfriend and her job all in the same damn
week. Could her life get any worse?
She'd had it. Up to here.
Terri, Abby's best friend,
had rushed over immediately when Abby phoned her to tell her
ONE
Abby Vale kicked off her
shoes and sucked in a long, deep breath. This was officially the
worst week of her life.
The seams at the side of her
too-tight waitress uniform threatened to come apart. Abby snarled a
string of choice expletives and reached back to yank the zipper down
viciously. There was the satisfying sound of tearing as she wrenched
her uniform off her curvy body. There was no need to hold her breath
and squeeze herself into this ill-fitting, ridiculously short uniform
any more. She wouldn't be going back to the restaurant. She'd been
let go. Downsized, so to speak. Ha ha.
Abby snatched up her ripped
uniform and stalked to her bedroom. She stood in front of her mirror
in her simple cotton bra and panties and surveyed her figure. There
was absolutely nothing wrong with her body. She had full, generous
breasts, wide hips and a round, fleshy butt. There was nothing fake
or unnatural about her body.
Abby scowled at the crumpled
remains of her old waitress uniform. The restaurant had refused to
order a larger-sized uniform for her. Their uniforms were standard
issue, standard size, and this was the largest size they had. Every
day, Abby had to suck it in and squeeze herself into the tight, short
uniform, and endure the stiff fabric cutting into her flesh the whole
day. Sometimes she would skip meals just so she wouldn't put more
strain on that stupid uniform and have it rip apart while she was
bending to serve the customers.
But with few restaurants and
cafes hiring in the area, Abby had simply stuck it out. The pay
wasn't great but at least it kept a roof over her head and put food
on the table. Half her pay went to paying the rent for this little
apartment just two blocks away from the restaurant. Walking to work
meant she could save on transport and get a daily workout. She
wasn't a slob. She was a healthy, hardworking twenty-nine year old
woman. Her shifts were long, but she never complained. She was
usually the first to volunteer for overtime, just so she could earn a
little more.
She'd worked at the same
restaurant for two years, but the restaurant had recently come under
new management. And the new management decided that they wanted to
spruce up their image, pander to a younger crowd with bigger wallets
and bigger appetites. They wanted their waitresses to don even
shorter, smaller uniforms with higher hemlines and lower necklines.
And these new uniforms didn't come in her size.
And if the uniform didn't fit
the waitress, the waitress didn't fit the restaurant.
Abby sat down heavily on the
edge of her bed as her room suddenly looked watery and blurry. She
blinked hard, refusing to let the tears spill down her cheeks. It
just wasn't fair. Why her? Why now?
Why hadn't her new bosses
talked to her about this issue before? They could have given her
some time. Abby would have done everything to keep her job. She
would have put herself on a crazy diet and tried her best to cram all
her curves into the new, tiny uniform. Maybe it still wouldn't have
worked out, and she'd still be deemed too big for the job. But at
least they'd have given her a chance. It hurt that they didn't even
try to keep her.
They had simply outgrown her
and decided to get rid of her. They had just kicked her to the curb.
Like what Kenneth had done.
Kenneth had texted her a few
days ago to tell her that he'd met someone else, and that was it. He
refused to answer her messages and he wouldn't pick up her calls. It
was over. Just like that.
They had been together for
over a year, and he didn't even have the decency to break up with her
in person. She had been dumped via text. How pathetic was that.
What a loser!
A strangled, wretched sob
escaped and Abby bit her lip and swiped angrily at her scalding
tears. She'd lost her boyfriend and her job all in the same damn
week. Could her life get any worse?
She'd had it. Up to here.
Terri, Abby's best friend,
had rushed over immediately when Abby phoned her to tell her
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