<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=84757&amp;pid=2043891#pid2043891">Saoirse Quinn</a><br/>Location: GP, Apartment 603/ Larry's Oyster house and grill.<br/>Tagged: Herself/ Staff of Larry's<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Taking the elevator back up to her room she let herself into her apartment and put her ice cream in the freezer. Carrying the other carton into the bathroom she sat it on the counter and went to collect her bong and lighter. Stripping down she stretched languorously in front of the mirror and smiled at the way her chest heaved skyward as she arched her back. "Damn you look good naked." She said to her reflection blowing herself a kiss.<br/><br/>Opening the container she removed the bag inside and opened it the smell hitting her hard. "Mmm, you smell so lovely." She complimented the product inside. It looked good too. Breaking off a chunk from one of the buds she broke it down and packed the bowl. Before smoking she turned on the shower and set the water to straight hot letting the steam start to fill the room. While the room filled with steam she took a huge hit and coughed as she exhaled. Between the coughing she spoke. "Cough to get off," in a sing song voice, "Bryn wasn't kidding, this is some good shit."<br/><br/>With a few more hits and more coughing Saoirse felt herself get especially stoned. "To the moon!" She giggled and ran her hands over her tingling face. "I will have to thank him for this batch." Sitting her bong far back on the sink counter she adjusted the temperature of the water to something she could actually bath in and got inside. She made the shower a quick affair washing her hair and body in just a few minutes and instead of enjoying the hot water got out. Drying off she grabbed her stuff from the counter and went to her room.<br/><br/>Putting on a random playlist she laid out across her bed looking up at the ceiling with a content grin on her face. After a few minutes of daydreaming her hands started to roam over her naked body, skinny fingers delicately tracing mindless patterns over her stomach. "I need to get laid." She grumbled to herself thinking about how long it had been since the last time she was with someone. It had been over a month and she needed to break that dry spell. "I should see about finding me a cute, willing girly to bring back home with me, maybe Breslin from work. Is she into girls?" As she mused her hands moved up her tummy to her full breasts, cupping and fondling them  until her light pink nipple stood erect. Pinching them she let out a soft gasp and shuddered at the shock it sent down her body. "Definitely need to get laid."<br/><br/>One of the more annoying/pleasant side effects of her smoking habit was it made her horny, really horny. Lowering her right hand to between her legs she pressed her fingers against her clit and rubbed herself in a slow, pleasurable rhythm a soft mewl coming from her lips. As she rubbed herself her left hand worked more vigorously on her breast kneeding the soft flesh and teasing her aching nipple. It wasn't long before her breaths were coming in ragged gasps and her body twitched and writhed under her own teasing.  Soon the gasps escalated into moans, and her hips bucked under her fingers. With a shuddering cry Saoirse hit her peak and slowed her fingers to ride out the waves of her self induced orgasm. Satisfied as well as she could be with only herself she rolled to her side and looked at the clock. She still had a couple hours before her shift.<br/><br/>Reaching over she set the alarm and drifted into a very content nap.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>The annoying buzz of her alarm woke Saoirse and she stretched with a groan. "Time for the daily grind." She mumbled rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Rolling from the bed she went to her dresser and pulled out her work uniform, a pair of houndstooth chef pants and a Larry's tee-shirt. Putting on a simple white bra that was her most comfortable and matching panties she donned the outfit and a pair of well worn sneakers. Pulling her hair into a high ponytail she grabbed her wallet and keys.<br/><br/>Heading down to the lobby she exited the plaza into the attached parking garage and got into her car, a dark green 2000 Honda Civic. Staring it up she turned her music on way to loud and left the garage. The restaurant was only five miles away and she got there in a few minutes. Parking around back she locked up the car and went in through the back door going to the time clock to punch in and look at the schedule. She smiled at the lineup she was working with today. "Good crew." She committed happily. Walking around the the wall the lead from the office to the back of the kitchen she yelled out to the group of workers already on the line getting ready for the evenings work. "<a class="link link--external" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILc0cYkKqFs" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">MY COCK IS MUCH BIGGER THAN YOURS!</a>" Which was met with an instant reply from everyone. "MY COCK CAN WALK RIGHT THOUGH THE DOOR!" "WITH A FEELING SO PURE!" Soon the whole kitchen was singing along with the Saoirse before breaking into a fit of laughter. "How's it going Baby Cakes?" A tall skinny guy in his mid twenties, with shaggy blonde hair held down under a ball cap asked.<br/>"It's good Fat Fuck, how's it hanging?"<br/>"Can't complain."<br/>"Good, cause if you did I would have to call you a bitch and ignore you."<br/>"You're so cold Baby Cakes."<br/>"Saoirse, I need you in my office." A deep voice called from behind.<br/><br/>With a sigh Saoirse left the line and went to Larry's office. A portly man with thinning dark hair and a ready smile greeted her around the corner. "Got some new blood for you." He said stepping aside to reveal a kid of average height and build with large dark eyes and short cut black hair. He was filling out the last of some paper work and looked up at being mentioned. Upon seeing Saoirse he stopped and stared for a minute. A cat like grin curled the corner of Saoirse's lips at the reaction she got from him. "I'm Saoirse, and you are?" "Uhh...N-Nate." Her grin grew just a fraction. "It's nice to meet you N-Nate." Finish that up so I can show you about the kitchen.<br/><br/>It only took the boy, that was how Saoirse saw him, he couldn't have been older than nineteen to finish his paper work and step out of the office. Wrapping and arm around his shoulder she pulled him to her side causing him to let out a strangled sound and blush. Leading him around the corner she waved her hand out presenting the kitchen to him. "This is my Queendom, here I am boss bitch and head motherfucker in charge. These are my peons." She lead Nate to the line and the crew stopped what they were doing to face her.<br/><br/>"At the broil station is Teen Wolf." A man not much older than Nate grinned and gave a slight wave. He was taller than Nate and his face held a thick beard, even though it was shaved close it was exceptionally full. "Got his name for all the hair obviously."<br/><br/>"On the Grill is Fat Fuck." Fat Fuck nodded to Nate and turned back to his grill to flip some chicken breasts. "Fat Fuck here is kind of a local legend. Every restaurant in the area that has an eating challenge this bastard has done it. I watched him eat a five pound burger with quarter pound of fries in under thirty minutes and celebrated with a fucking milkshake after.<br/><br/>"Fry station is manned by Baby Grandpa." The clean shaven man shook his head and before Saoirse could explain how he got his name he pulled off his hat and brushed back his hair revealing a very high hair line. "I don't have a receding hairline, I have an advancing forehead." He joked before pulling his cap back on<br/><br/>"Saute and Salad is being run by Ricky Ricardo." A young Hispanic man who greatly resembled Desi Arnaz flashed a brilliant, Rembrandt smile. "Nice to meet you man." He greeted.<br/><br/>"On board, which is where we make the setups of sandwiches we got Meatwad." The cubby guy with brown hair and eyes grinned and waved.<br/><br/>"And finally on window is yours truly, by the way, everyone calls me Baby Cakes. You will be working on the grill with Fat Fuck today." Turning to look at the skinny man she cut him a glare. "Don't eat the new guy you hungry bastard." "Got it Baby Cakes, keep the cannibalism to only the old crew."<br/><br/>It didn't take long for the shift to start picking up and Saoirse fell into her groove, keeping the tickets flowing from the kitchen, trusting her crew to have everything ready for her when she needed it. The dinner rush hit them hard and she was pleased that the new guy was able to keep his cool under the pressure of $6,000 hours.