Spider-Man Waiter

Spider-Man Waiter

This is so embarrassing.

You're standing behind the counter, in a Spider-Man outfit.

A tight, sweaty, uncomfortable Spider-Man outfit.
Why?

Well, first of all, some big comic-book convention's in town and your Satyros boss thought it would be nice to dress you up.

And, second, she said you looked cute in it.
And that it made your butt look even bigger.

uguu~~


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Things go from bad to worse.
"Spidey, it's your turn to go wait the tables," your boss tell you.

You've been dreading this moment.

You go over to the one of the tables, enduring a few pats and pinches to your ass from other patrons, going over to a table full of Manticores that just sat down.

You shakily greet them, voice threatening to break.
One of them suppresses a laugh.

After standing there for a torturous three minutes, you write down all of their orders and walk off, dignity almost shattered.
You put away your pencil and notepad and briskly walk off, feeling multiple other mamono rape you with their eyes.

...

Once you're a good distance away you can hear a few of them laughing.
You feel like you're about to cry.
For heavens sake, why did you have to be the only male employee working today?