Complimentary Service (NSFW) (WIP)

The strong smell of salty fries and sizzling burgers wafted past your nose as you walked into your local Wendy's restaurant, ready for lunch. You've been looking forward to this for a few days now, for some reason having an unusual urge for Wendy's food. The restaurant was strangely empty for a weekday afternoon, but it didn't bother you--less screaming children and complaining old people to listen to while you eat.

Walking over to the counter, you started by looking up at the menu on the wall; you knew what you wanted, but it seemed to have become a habit over the years. Even if you came in for so much as a small drink, you always had to eye the menu for at least a moment--it felt weird if you didn't.

"May I help you?" The sound of a woman's voice interrupted your gaze at the pretty picture of a chicken sandwich. You looked down at her, but rather than the usual teenager or elderly woman behind the register, this was someone entirely new: this girl looked identical to the red-haired restaurant mascot. With red pigtails and a white-and-blue striped dress, the look on her freckled face was anything but friendly. "Are you going to gawk at me? Can I get you something ... sir?" She obviously had to push out that last word.

Not much in the way of customer service, you thought, but the bitchy look in her eyes was more cute than insulting. Maybe people had been giving her a double-take all day because of her appearance. Was she being forced to dress as the mascot for some kind of PR stunt? Putting up with that could annoy anyone.

While you ordered, you could have sworn you heard her mutter something about "really speeding up that heart attack," and "that diet coke will totally make it all better," but you pretended not to hear her. You had never been to a restaurant that made you feel self-concious about your body, but this girl seemed to be hitting every sensitive subject that you didn't even know you had. While she was typing in your order, you took a quick peek at her nametag: "Wendy." She was really devoted to the role.

"I'll bring it to the table, we're short handed today." Wendy explained. It wasn't an uncommon thing at some places; when the staff took a while to finish food, you could usually sit down and get comfortable so you didn't have to stand around up front for too long. Wendy practically slammed a cup on the counter in front of you, and a few stray drops of soda hit the counter around it. Luckily it didn't get your shirt wet, but it's not as if she would have cared anyway.

You took your drink and grabbed a straw, moving over to a table near a wall-mounted television to wait. You didn't know which was more boring: standing at the counter or watching The Weather Channel. Why did every restaurant TV always play either weather or sports? Damn old people.

It felt like hours, but a few minutes later you saw a tray full of food drop down on the table in front of you. You looked up, seeing that Wendy herself was indeed the one to bring it to you. The scowl on her face didn't change when you looked at her; if anything, it just made it worse. You paused for a moment, preparing to thank her, but you weren't given the chance--Wendy grabbed the back of your chair and gave it a hard yank, pulling you away from the table.

"You're the only guy out here, so you'll do ..." she sighed. "Complimentary service, from us to you ..." she muttered a clearly rehearsed line, lifting up her blue dress. You looked down, seeing red-and-white striped panties that matched the color of her stockings and arm sleeves. You looked back up at her, then back down at her body. What the fuck was she talking about?

She lifted one leg over your lap, standing over you and looking down into your eyes. It looked as if she was waiting on you to do something, but her expectations escaped you. After a moment, Wendy rolled her eyes and let out a loud, annoyed groan, reaching down and unfastening your pants. She reached down into your underwear, fishing out your cock.

What the fuck is she doing?! You're in public!

You asked what was going on, but she just rolled her eyes in response.

"You're not too bright, huh? I should've expected that from someone who orders from the value menu. Poor and stupid." Wendy insulted you as she moved her legs further apart, reaching down and using a few fingers to push her panties aside. You watched in awe as she slowly lowered down on you, pushing her pussy down onto your slowly-hardening cock and forcing you inside of her. You frantically looked around, praying no one was watching you. "Calm down, pussy. Everyone's in the back and it's a slow day. Just eat your goddamn sandwich and let me enjoy my break."