CHAPTER 1
Working at Arbys wasn't glamorous at all. But still the 19 year old Tiffany had no choice. Tiffany handed another paper brown bag full of food to a customer and flashed them a fake smile. In fact she hated this job with a passion, but she didn't have many options.
Her customer was a young attractive teen. He paid Tiffany almost no mind as he took his food turned and walked off. She exhaled in frustration. She had always been sort of the plain girl. Tiffany wasn't unattractive, but nothing about her stood out much. She had a cute face, two dark brown eyes and long dark brown hair. She didn't wear much makeup though when she did it transformed her face. She wasn't tall either, standing at about 5'4. Her body wasn't naturally curvy, her ass was a bit flat thanks to her genes. She'd always been thin but after working at Arbys and eating the good so much she'd gained some weight around her middle. Tiffany's breasts were ample in size, she was a B cup.
Tiffany watched with half attention as an older woman approached her. "Welcome to Arbys, what can I get you?"
"Excuse me? You should address me as Ma'am. I am your elder and much higher class then you girl, you should learn some manners."
Tiffany's face twitched slightly. After a long and aggravating day this was the last straw. "You think I'm trash because I work here? Is that it? You think I'm nothing, scum to be walked all over, huh? Well you know what Ma'am? Go fuck yourself." Tiffany snarled.
"How dare you!" the woman shouted. Suddenly Tiffany's manager Sandra was standing next to her.
"I heard everything Tiffany. Unacceptable. You can kiss that manager position I offered you goodbye. Actually you can take off your uniform now, you're fired."
"What?!" Tiffany said. "Fired? Because I told this bitch off? What am I supposed to do Sandra? You know I need this job to help support my mother and my household!"
"Well you should of thought about that before you gave a paying customer lip and cursed them out. I'm sorry Tiffany but you're done."
"Fucking great," Tiffany muttered. She tore off her visor before throwing it on the ground.
"I'll return my uniform tomorrow." she said as she pushed past the register and stormed out of the building. As Tiffany began to walk away from Arbys tears began to well in her eyes and stream down her cheeks. What am I going to do now? I lost my job... and getting jobs around here isn't easy... now I won't be able to pay mom rent... fuck. Tiffany thought. Since she had no car she was forced to slowly walk down the sidewalk towards her house.
Her home was about two miles away up the busy street and on the edge of the south side. She'd never had much growing up. She'd always been jealous of the attractive rich preppy girls in school who had loads of money and parents who bought them Jaguars. Not Tiffany. Her parents would never afford enough to get her a car.
She'd had transportation lined up to take her home from work, but her shift was supposed to go another five hours and she knew that her boyfriend Tom was still at work himself. She wondered how Tom would react as she slowly made her way home, sniffling and wiping at her eyes as she walked down the lonely sidewalk. Something caught her eye as she walked past a bus-stop. It was a copy of today's Newspaper. The Newspaper was sitting neatly on a bench and seemed to have been abandoned.
"Well I might as well get started looking for a new job..." Tiffany sighed as she grabbed the paper as she walked by. Fifteen minutes later and Tiffany was walking through her yard towards her small and slightly worn house. She stepped in the doorway.
"Mom, I'm home!" Tiffany shouted as she headed for her room.
"You're home early," Tiffany's mom said as she popped around the wall that hid the kitchen from view. "What happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it mom."
"Tiffany tell me right now."
"I got fired okay? I lost my nerve on this bitch at work and Sandra canned me. There now you know."
"Tiffany! How could you loose your job! You know I can't pay this mortgage and all my bills by myself! What am I going to do now, let our house get repossessed?"
"I'm sorry mom, I'll look for a new job right away. I swear I'll get another one."
"You have two days to find another job Tiffany or you can pack your bags and get the hell out of this house. I can't afford to feed you if you're not pitching in."
"Yeah whatever mom, I'll get a job by two days, sure." Tiffany said. She then stepped into her room and slammed her door shut as hard as she could. A sob rose in Tiffany's throat as she threw herself on her bed.
"God... why today..." she muttered as she stared up at her ceiling. Remembering the newspaper she acquired Tiffany rolled over and began leafing through the paper. Her eyes scanned the adds looking for positions that needed to be filled. Mainly she saw advertisements for dead end fast food jobs like the one she'd just lost.
"No, I'm not doing that shit any more." she said as she kept scanning. The ads today seemed a bit scarce. One large add however caught her eye:
Need a Job and fast?
Are you a female who is fed up with working dead end minimum wage jobs? Give us a call or stop by, we hire new people at any time. Come by any time for your personal interview. You never know, Pink Diamonds could be right for you. Call 727-234-4567.
"Huh, Pink Diamonds?" Tiffany wondered aloud as she re-read the add again. It seemed promising to her. Especially since they were willing to interview any girl apparently.
"Diamonds... maybe its some sort of jewelry store?" she said. Tiffany pulled her old cell-phone out of her pocket and typed in the number before hitting call. She pressed her phone to her ear and waited while it rang.
"Like, hello?" a high pitched female voice said over the phone.
"Yes, hi. This is Tiffany Jockers. I lost my job today, and I happened to see your add in the paper today. I'm interested in coming in for an interview."
"Oh! *giggle* I'm like sorry that you lost your job honey! Of course you can totally like come in for an interview! We're open late so don't worry about us like being closed when you stop by! You can come in tonight if you want!"
Tiffany frowned. The receptionist didn't sound like the brightest tool in the shed. "Can you tell me exactly what it is you do in the store?"
"*giggle* like you'll see when you come in sweetie. The address should be on the add. I'll like tell my manager to look for like a Tiffany. We're really busy right now so I have to go bye!"
"Well that was informational." Tiffany said sarcastically once the girl ended the call. The girl had said they were open late and she could come in tonight, that sounded like an opportunity if she'd ever heard one.
"I'll show you mom, just watch me get a job." Tiffany said as she stared at the address on the Pink Diamond add. Tiffany was dreading when Tom got off work. She didn't want to text him and tell him what happened. She knew he'd react badly.
Suddenly her door opened and Tom pushed his way into her room. "Tom?" she said surprised. "Why are you off so early?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Tom said. "You're mom called my work and told me what happened. We were slow so they let me leave early. When were you planning on telling me?"
Tiffany deflated. "My fucking mom! That bitch. I was going to tell you when you got off I swear..."
Tom sat down on her bed and shook his head. "I can't believe you lost your job Tiffany, this isn't good. I can't have a girlfriend who is broke all the time."
"I'm getting a new job, I swear. I already have an interview at a jewelry shop tonight." she said as she looked into Tom's hazel eyes. Tom was fairly attractive. He was thin and extremely tall. His hair was a dirty blonde and his jaw was well defined. She wasn't always sure what Tom saw in her.
"That's good I guess. You better get this job I mean it." Tom said.
"I will, I promise babe."
"Good," he said as he leaned in and kissed her. "Now that shit is over why don't we fuck? I've been waiting all day." Tom said as he groped her small breasts through her Arbys uniform.
"Tom...." she said as he continued and began to kiss her neck. "Tom, no. I'm not in the mood tonight. I lost my job." she said firmly.
"I don't care, I am in the mood." he said as his hand dropped lower and pressed between her legs. She shoved his hand away. "Tom I said no! Okay? I'm sorry but not tonight!"
"Jesus, what the fuck is your problem?" Tom demanded as he got up full of anger.
"Just not tonight okay? Is there anyway you can drive me to my interview?"
"Hell no. Especially now. Find your own way there. Take the bus or something. I'm leaving." Tom said as he moved towards the door.
"Tom wait! You want me to get a job but you won't drive me to my interview?"
"Its not my problem you lost it in the first place." he said as he turned towards her. He then stepped out of her door. She sat silently hoping he would come back when she heard her door slam and his car peel out of her driveway.
"Prick." she muttered.
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