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cheerleader girl bounces up to the window with her sidekick brunette friend .. her fake blonde hair put into two side ponytails and draped over her barely covered voluptuous tits..
string bikinis, annoying trendy sun hats and pink glittery sunglasses appear to be the up to the minute accessories..
"omygawdomygawd, did you hear about tracie and brad? shut Up! ohmygawd nooo!"
i hear them squeal as they approach, miraculously smacking gum, twirling hair, walking, And talking all at the same time
when they get to the window, they pause their twittering long enough to make their orders.. A cherry snowcone for the blonde
as she tilts her head to the side and bites her lower lip, giggling
then they turn their backs and start whispering and looking back over their shoulders at me with long, fake lashes..
"here's your snowcone" i say in a decently cheerful voice
she hands me her money and starts digging to the bottom of the cup, intent on finding the ice that the flavoring has not seeped down to yet.
"um, excuse me. excuse me! there is ICE in this snow cone. It's all in here. um, ma'am! there is ice in here!"
she raises her nearly plucked out eyebrows.. and stares at me with big, bitchy blue eyes that are used to getting their way.
"alrighty, here you go" i say cheerfully as i drench the snow in flavoring, making the snow collapse and turn into mush.
her cherry red lips form a tiny "O" and she leans into the window with her bronzed breasts barely restrained by the tiny triangles of her bikini top... she takes off her sparkly sunglasses
"you didn't make my snowcone right!"
at this, something in me snaps
"what do SLUTS know about making snowcones?" i hisss at her, green eyes narrowed
"well, apparently not much, since you didn't make mine right!"
I reach out the serving window grabbing those precious highlighted ponytails and ram her unblemished forehead into the solid bricks of the building over and over while she screeches indignantly and claws at my arms..
eventually i let her go and she and her friend go off like mad hens cackling and screeching..
at least I made their day, they'll have something to talk about for the next week.
who's next?
a mexican guy pulls into the driveway in a shiny green lowrider truck.. a mexican flag hanging from his rear view mirror..
"oye, chica... if you don't mind me asking.. heh heh.. how much do you weigh?"
as he lets his eyes roam freely over me
"um.. 115"
"oooh, Oh, i'm not sayin thas bad or nothin.. juss.. well you know, compared to my 180.. ehh? eh? heh heh."
i take his snowcone and reach out toward him, smiling as if amused and aroused by his inference..
then shove the straw up his nose
"oopsie! ohhh noo.. i'm sooo sorry! are you hurt?"
I make my apologies as he pulls away and rubs his nose while looking at me sideways with black eyes
muttering something about "puta.. ching Owwwww.." and looks at the blood on his fingers.
i stare back at him with cold eyes until he walks away cursing at me and holding his nose..
ahh
who's next?
string bikinis, annoying trendy sun hats and pink glittery sunglasses appear to be the up to the minute accessories..
"omygawdomygawd, did you hear about tracie and brad? shut Up! ohmygawd nooo!"
i hear them squeal as they approach, miraculously smacking gum, twirling hair, walking, And talking all at the same time
when they get to the window, they pause their twittering long enough to make their orders.. A cherry snowcone for the blonde
as she tilts her head to the side and bites her lower lip, giggling
then they turn their backs and start whispering and looking back over their shoulders at me with long, fake lashes..
"here's your snowcone" i say in a decently cheerful voice
she hands me her money and starts digging to the bottom of the cup, intent on finding the ice that the flavoring has not seeped down to yet.
"um, excuse me. excuse me! there is ICE in this snow cone. It's all in here. um, ma'am! there is ice in here!"
she raises her nearly plucked out eyebrows.. and stares at me with big, bitchy blue eyes that are used to getting their way.
"alrighty, here you go" i say cheerfully as i drench the snow in flavoring, making the snow collapse and turn into mush.
her cherry red lips form a tiny "O" and she leans into the window with her bronzed breasts barely restrained by the tiny triangles of her bikini top... she takes off her sparkly sunglasses
"you didn't make my snowcone right!"
at this, something in me snaps
"what do SLUTS know about making snowcones?" i hisss at her, green eyes narrowed
"well, apparently not much, since you didn't make mine right!"
I reach out the serving window grabbing those precious highlighted ponytails and ram her unblemished forehead into the solid bricks of the building over and over while she screeches indignantly and claws at my arms..
eventually i let her go and she and her friend go off like mad hens cackling and screeching..
at least I made their day, they'll have something to talk about for the next week.
who's next?
a mexican guy pulls into the driveway in a shiny green lowrider truck.. a mexican flag hanging from his rear view mirror..
"oye, chica... if you don't mind me asking.. heh heh.. how much do you weigh?"
as he lets his eyes roam freely over me
"um.. 115"
"oooh, Oh, i'm not sayin thas bad or nothin.. juss.. well you know, compared to my 180.. ehh? eh? heh heh."
i take his snowcone and reach out toward him, smiling as if amused and aroused by his inference..
then shove the straw up his nose
"oopsie! ohhh noo.. i'm sooo sorry! are you hurt?"
I make my apologies as he pulls away and rubs his nose while looking at me sideways with black eyes
muttering something about "puta.. ching Owwwww.." and looks at the blood on his fingers.
i stare back at him with cold eyes until he walks away cursing at me and holding his nose..
ahh
who's next?