Optimistic Outlooks Are Cuntagious

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.

Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

And the misspelling of the title is deliberate.

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Sanna Larson heard Celia tell the handsome man, "You can just go on our web site and fill out a job application there."

Judging from the forlorn look in the man's eyes, Sanna was willing to bet that the man did not have a computer. Or, he did not know how to use a computer, how to fill out an on-line application. Getting Celia's attention, Sanna pointed underneath the cash register were the pad of application forms was resting.

"Udelle said he don't want no one using them," Celia snapped at Sanna.

"Udelle needs understand not everyone has a computer," Sanna snapped in reply. "And, what good's it doing just letting them forms sit there? He think they going be worth a bunch of money some day?"

"Fine," Celia spat, tearing a form from the half-used pad.

Just as Sanna knew she would, Celia waited until the man was out of the restaurant then tossed the completed application form into the garbage. Sanna dug the form out and stuffed it into her purse. Looking up, Sanna put a smile on her face as two couples entered the restaurant. The two young men were taunting one another about a golf game and the two women were giggling and fawning over the two young men.

"Hi, welcome to Chuck," Sanna said, bringing four laminated menus to their table.

That night, Sanna arrived home, wearily showered that day's restaurant smells from her flesh and knee length red hair, then padded nude to her kitchen. She turned her laptop computer on, then dug Roger Conway's application from her purse. His address was on Banks Street; Sanna immediately recognized the address for the homeless shelter. Even as she typed in the application, she wondered if Roger might have a drug or alcohol problem.

"But God! Did he look good in them jeans," Sanna murmured, thinking of the handsome man, with his thick brown hair, sad brown eyes, muscled chest and tight jeans.

"Wait. He, he's got a Master's degree? Then, what, what's he doing applying at Chuck?" Sanna asked herself.

"Wait. He, he was working at Cochin's? Then what? This just don't make no sense," Sanna muttered as she filled out the application. His arrest for driving while under the influence did not look good, but Sanna persevered.

Udelle decided Roger Conway deserved a second chance so hired the thirty three year old man. Celia let Udelle know she didn't want to be working any shifts with 'that homeless loser.' Udelle regarded the insolent teenager for several long moments, just staring at her. When Celia repeated her assertion, Udelle just continued to stare.

"Well?" Celia finally snapped.

"Well, Ms. Hebert, you won't need to worry about that," Udelle finally said. "Best of luck in your future endeavors. Oh. But at your next job? Might behoove you to remember who's the boss and who the employee is.""

The beautiful blonde stormed out of the kitchen, screamed some insults at Roger then left Chuck Restaurant. With a sigh, Udelle pulled his cell phone from his pocket.

"Yeah, like you're the first blonde bitch tell me what a loser I am," Roger said, hurrying to clear off a table.

"Hey Sanna? Need you to come on in," Udelle said as he carried three laminated menus to a table of newcomers. "Hi folks! Ever been here before? No? Well, let me tell you; the place is called 'Chuck' because all of our hamburgers are made from one hundred percent ground chuck. This gives the best ratio of meat to fat content for the best flavor. And our cast iron grill is at..."

As Sanna and Roger worked, Sanna found out that Roger had recently been divorced from Poppy Johnson. He and the beautiful, overly-developed blonde had met on the campus of the University of Louisiana at DeGarde; she was a sophomore and he was in his Master's program in Mechanical Engineering. He was still stunned at the speed in which everything seemed to happen. They met, they went on a few dates, and they were married at St. Richard's Catholic Church.

"Everything's going great guns," Roger said, even as he swept the floor behind the long counter.

Two years into the marriage, Poppy was no closer to obtaining her Bachelor's degree; she'd once again decided on a new major of study. But her ardor toward Roger had cooled considerably.

"Then one day? I mean, God! Ate breakfast; felt fine, get in my car to go to work, next thing I know, I'm waking up in the hospital, under arrest," Roger admitted.

"Huh?" Sanna said.

"I blacked out; they said I was flying high on a combination of narcotics," Roger said. "Poppy immediately applies for a divorce; her grandfather is Judge Jesse Johnson and her uncle is Judge Parker Johnson. I am totally screwed and I still don't know how I wound up with the drugs in my system."

"Hmm," Sanna mused, thinking she had a pretty good idea how the drugs got into Roger's system. "You made the breakfast that morning?"

"Yeah. If it's not toaster waffles? Poppy is completely lost. So, I make the breakfast; she makes the coffee," Roger smiled sadly at the memory.

"Hmm," Sanna said, thinking that for someone with a Master's Degree, Roger Conway was pretty stupid.

"Anyway, Cochin fired me; I don't blame them. I mean, its right there in their employee's manual," Roger mumbled.

"Need a ride?" Sanna asked as Udelle locked the door behind them.

"If it's not too much trouble," Roger agreed.

Two days later, Sanna and Roger were once again working the late shift. Sanna was actually pulling a double; she was training Chloe Gueydan, an eighteen year old girl that Udelle had hired to replace Celia. Looking at her own round shape and the round figure of Chloe, Sanna had to agree; Udelle seemed to have a bit of a fatty fetish.

She wasn't fat; she had a few extra pounds. Most of the weight was in her 36D chest and 35 inch hips and jiggly buttocks. But Sanna knew she had a pretty face and long red hair that other girls claimed they'd love to have. Her features were pale but because she had sunscreen religion, Sanna had only a sprinkle of freckles across her slim nose.

As they worked together, Sanna found many opportunities to brush against Roger. Every time they bumped into one another, Roger apologized and Sanna smiled.

Again, as Udelle locked the door behind them, Sanna offered Roger a ride to the homeless shelter. He gratefully accepted. She chattered, kept up a running monologue for the twenty minutes it took to go from the Baylor Lake restaurant to the DeGarde homeless shelter. Looking over, Sanna saw that Roger was sound asleep.

"Yeah, got to be a bitch, going from being behind a desk all day to being behind a broom, huh?" Sanna sympathized, rousing him with a gentle shaking.

"Yeah, yeah. And all them people from the church all showing up all at once," Roger sheepishly agreed.

"They do that every Wednesday; every Wednesday they jam in there," she nodded. "And tip? For all their preaching about love for their fellow man? They tip for shit, you hear?"

Sanna waited to make sure Roger made it inside of the shelter before driving away. At home in her single wide rented trailer, she again washed that day's smells from flesh and hair, then flopped down on her twin sized bed and spread her plump thighs apart. Her fingers were a blur as she masturbated to thoughts of Roger Nelson Conway.

"Next time," Sanna promised herself.

"Especially before that little bitch Chloe gets her claws in him," Sanna said, remembering the cute, bubbly girl mentioning that, for an older man, Roger was kind of cute.

The next time they worked the evening shift together, Sanna found several reasons to bump in to Roger, brush her breasts or backside against Roger. Twice Sanna even brushed Roger's semi-erect cock with her hand. Both times this happened, Roger looked stricken and apologized. Sanna rewarded his second apology with a sweet smile and feather light kiss to his blathering lips.

"Huh. No problem," she said, then smiled as two teenaged girls entered the restaurant. "Hi! Y'all sit anywhere, okay?"

"Oh, the Texas looks good," one girl said, menu in hand.

"Onions? I'm not kissing you after you eat onions," the other girl said.

Sanna fought down her reaction; the customer's personal life was not her concern. But, in truth, she did find it amazing, just how invisible waitresses were to the average customer. She doubted that either one of these girls would so casually reveal their homosexual relationship in front of those they considered to be their peers.

"Hmm," the other girl mused, continuing to read the menu.

At eight forty five, the restaurant was empty. Roger said he would get a head-start on cleaning the two restrooms. Udelle nodded and began putting away the condiments and other toppings. Sanna took the time to check salt and pepper shakers and napkin dispensers while keeping an eye on the door to the women's restroom.

Roger knocked on the door of the women's restroom, even though no one had come into the restaurant within the last ten minutes. There should have been no one in the restroom. But Roger still knocked as a precaution. He then opened the door and called out 'Hello?'

Udelle smirked as Sanna made a beeline for the women's room. Roger used the mop bucket to prop the door of the small room open then began wiping down the solitary sink in the room.

"Oh! I, I'll get out..." Roger said as Sanna moved the mop bucket aside and closed the door.

Sanna wrapped her chubby arms around Roger's neck and pressed her lips firmly to his startled mouth. Then, reaching over and twisting the small lock, Sanna dropped to her knees and gripped Roger's cock through jeans and boxers. Looking up at his bewildered eyes, she worked his zipper down. She never took her eyes from his as she worked his swollen cock from his boxers. She gave the thick member a few slow, deliberate strokes with her fist.

"I, Sanna, I what? What oh!" Roger hissed urgently, then groaned as Sanna swallowed his cock to the root.

The teeth of the zipper rubbed annoyingly against her face. Sanna wished she'd taken a few extra seconds to jerk his jeans down. The smell of onions and mustard seemed to be trapped in the fibers of his jeans as she bobbed her head up and down the length of his cock. Her brown eyes looked deeply into his brown eyes as she sucked his drooling cock. Her tongue lapped urgently at his cock head as her lips slid up and down the length of his nice, fat cock.

"I, Sanna I..." Roger groaned and Sanna tasted his semen as it flooded her mouth.

He slumped against the wall and Sanna allowed his wilting cock to slide from her mouth. Standing, she turned, wiggled her jeans and panties down to her knees and gripped the sink. Looking into the smudged mirror, Sanna watched as Roger gaped at her large, juicy rear end. She smiled as his cock quickly rose to the occasion.

"Come on, come on, before Udelle misses us," Sanna hissed urgently, wiggling her large, pale backside again.

They both groaned as Roger slid his renewed erection into her wet pussy from behind. Roger's hands crept up underneath her blouse and cupped her heavy breasts through the confines of her bra. Reaching back, Sanna unhooked the bra so he could fondle her swaying breasts.

"God, oh God damn but you are tight," Roger hissed, pumping his cock in and out of her squelching pussy.

"Uh huh," she moaned as he tweaked her hard nipples. "Yeah, yeah, like, love my tits..."

He dropped one hand to her furry cleft and located her fat clitoris. She stifled a scream as his fingers brought her to a quick climax.

"I, I'm about to..." Roger hissed, his hips making a smacking sound as he slammed into her chubby ass.

"Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes," she panted, a second orgasm welling up in her guts.

"Augh!" Roger cried out and Sanna felt his sperm blasting into her.

"Oh, oh sweet Jesus," Sanna moaned in climax.

"Soon as y'all finished up in there," Udelle called out, knocking on the door of the restroom.

"Shit!" Sanna giggled.

"Just about done," Roger called out and they heard Udelle chuckle.

With some effort, Sanna wiggled her jeans and panties up her thick legs. Roger earned a nod of approval from Udelle; the moment Sanna exited the restroom, Roger resumed cleaning the small room.

"Finished the napkins?" Udelle asked the hotly blushing Sanna.

"Yes sir," Sanna said.

"Then put the napkins up," Udelle said, pointing to where Sanna had left the stack of cheap paper napkins.

"Need a ride?" Sanna asked when Roger put broom, mop and mop bucket and dirty rag away.

"By the way, um... "How old are you?" Roger asked as they drove to the shelter.

"Eighteen. But kind of been out on my own for a few years," Sanna admitted. "See, my mom? Oh, why work? Government gives you all kind money just stay home. After they found out she only had us three kids, not the six she was claiming and Astrid? Well, not only was Astrid not handicapped? Astrid wasn't even real. So, she's in Hearst; welfare and Medicare fraud. They put me and my sister and brother in the foster care system."

"Oh no!" Roger said.

"Huh? Oh, no, no, nuh uh!" Sanna protested. "Miss Linda and Mister Bob? They're some of the best people you ever going meet. They're the whole reason I got a job and a car and even got my own trailer."

The following afternoon, just as she was clocking out, Udelle informed Sanna that he'd received a call earlier in the day from Roger. It would seem that Roger had managed to get employment in Norwill, Tennessee. He went on to tell the girl that Roger had been very effusive in his thanks to Udelle for giving him a chance when no one else would even look at him twice but Sanna heard nothing. Numbly, she left the restaurant and drove to her trailer.

She was sitting, knowing she should eat but not feeling like eating when there was a knock on her trailer's door. Woodenly she waddled to the door and opened it.

"Hey! Hi, I uh, I don't know if Udelle told you but..." a smiling Roger stood on the small porch.

"Yeah, you quit," Sanna admitted, feeling a tear begin to trickle down her face.

"I, I'm moving; I got a job in Tennessee; the University there," Roger happily said.

"Good for you. I can close the door now? Bunch of mosquitos getting in," Sanna snapped.

"What, what's wrong?" Roger asked, standing on the small porch and blocking her ability to close the door.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong. Everything's great," Sanna yelled, trying to shut the door despite him blocking it.

"You, I, I was kind of hoping you, you would come with me," Roger admitted.

"What?" Sanna asked, not believing she'd heard right.

"Well, great. Just... great," Udelle grumbled good-naturedly when Sanna turned in her two weeks' notice.

"And he's looking for us a place and... Oh! Oh! And since we'll be married? As the wife of an employee? I can go to classes for free," Sanna was prattling as Chloe and Danielle, the other waitress barely listened.

The End

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***Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment.

I thank you sincerely for reading my stories.

Likewise, I also thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad. I also thank those that take the time to rate my words, those that take the time to 'Favorite' my works.

This is an entry for HeyAll's Author Challenge 'ON THE JOB 2025.' The inspiration for this tale came from a conversation I had with my good friend SinFantasy, another excellent contributor to the Literotica site.

Udelle, the manager is introduced in 'Honey' 'Sweetheart' & 'Sugar' in the Group Sex category. He is also mentioned briefly in 'Finding a Fresh Violet' in the Romance category.

Poppy Johnson is a minor character in 'Zig Zag Weekend: MFF' in the Incest/Taboo category. She is also mentioned in 'Oblivious' in the Anal category.

Jesse Johnson and Parker Johnson are introduced in 'Admission of Guilt' in the Romance category.

Bob and Linda New, Sanna's foster parents are introduced in 'Kevin's Torment' in the NonConsent/Reluctance category. They also play a more pivotal role in the 'The Garbage King' 'The Garbage Prince' and 'The Garbage Queen' series in Novels and Novellas category.

And, again, the misspelling of the title is deliberate.

Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day.