against the hard tile floor. Falken rubbed her palms on her apron, as the 90 degree sweltering heat made Falken's uncomfortable. The airconditioning was on the blink again, and every time Falken walked to the kitchen it was like Finally, the guy ordered, and Falken scribbled it down hurriedly, and went to fill another customer's coffee cup. Two waitresses short, unbearable heat, and a lecherous boss were really weighing down on her. The sweat from Falken's neck had fallen down her chest between her breasts, half tickling and half itching. Falken dare not scratch, for fear that her boss would make some comment about health or something of a sexual nature. Falken cringed The polyester uniform began to cling to Falken's skin, the sweat acting like glue. As Falken walked, she felt her panties cling uncomfortably to the folds between her legs. Still, Falken doggedly did her work.
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