Lavender:
After Igor left, I took a temporary shift at a café. It was my first day when I noticed the disturbing behavior from the customers.
“The evening shifts are messy. Get used to it and don’t resist. The most they’ll do is bite your ass, slap it, or just grope your breasts. That’s all,” another waitress said, as if that wouldn’t be too bad at all.
I was left stunned when one of the waitresses came back in with an empty tray and a bite mark on her cheek. She was rubbing it and pulling her skirt down to hide her butt.
The skirts were short, but I wore safety shorts underneath. However, I had no clue how long before these people would grope me.
I won’t hold back. I’ll fight.
As I walked out with a tray, I watched the table I was approaching. There were five men sitting there. They were talking until I arrived, and then they began to smirk.
“So, new meat,” one of the big men said, smirking even wider.
“She’s the bastard one. Dicks go in and out of her every night,” so these were the
