<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/0aeed57a-c38e-461d-9c46-0e661d76d321.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Wh-what?! No! I don--Would you! Stop!!" </span>Melda struggled against the surprisingly strong petite woman as she forced Melda into a maid's outfit. It had been weird enough the woman had groped her, but now she was insisting that she wear a maid outfit for Jin?! What the hell?<br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><br/>"HUMAN! PLEASE!" </span>Melda yelled out, only for her breath to be squeezed out by Rika tightening the strings of the apron. Soon Rika was pulling the struggling Melda out into the open, trying desperately to get Jin's attention for some reason. A heavy blush found its way to her cheeks and she gave an upset huff, though Rika seemed to ignore it. Rika was far too busy trying to get Jin's attention to care how Melda felt and soon Jin was being forced to look at the ever embarrassed Melda.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">"You look good. Now go sell some donuts,"</span>Jin said as he practically shoved her out into the front of the store.<span style="color: #BF0000">"Why you!!" </span>Melda turned to give Jin a piece of her mind, but the door swung closed and she met nothing but empty space. It was then it seemed to hit her that she was out in public in the skimpy little outfit with absolutely no skills on how to sell anything. She turned around slowly to see people staring at her expectantly and she gave a groan of despair.<span style="color: #BF0000">"Why me...?"</span>she asked herself.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-style: italic">"Hey sexy, bring those legs over here and take my order..."</span></span>a voice called out and Melda slowly let her eyes fall to the owner of the familiar sound. She froze as she realized her suspicions were correct and found herself looking straight at one of the worst guys she knew--Payton Simmons. It wasn't that Payton was bad looking--far from it, but he was quite the sleaze ball. He assumed that all women should worship the ground he walked on and that he could do whatever he wanted on the account of his fat wallet, bright blue eyes, and toned body.<br/><br/>Melda hesitated in approaching Payton, but Jin had told her to sell donuts--and despite how much she did not want to be there, and especially not in a skimpy outfit, she had agreed to come to work with Jin. She was clearly an idiot, or at least that's what she told herself. Without much confidence and obvious wariness, she approached.<span style="color: #BF0000">"What can I get for you?" </span>she asked with uncertainty. Payton grinned and grabbed Melda's wrist, yanking her onto his lap. Melda struggled against him, almost falling, but Payton's arm wrapped around her waist.<span style="font-style: italic"> <span style="color: #FFBF00">"Now come on, Mel...I just want a little kiss..."</span> </span>he said as he licked his lips and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.<br/><br/>He leaned in as if to kiss her and Melda reacted rather violently, her hand coming up and pushing into Payton's face with as much force as she could. Payton let go of her with a yowl and Melda ran to the back room where Jin was. Furiously she untied the apron and threw it on the counter in front of a bewildered Jin.<span style="color: #BF0000">"Screw this! I get it bad enough at school, I am not going to deal with it other places too! Who the hell even wears this sort of shit?!"</span>she asked angrily, gesturing to her outfit. She wasn't mad at Jin or Rika, but rather just the fact that she couldn't seem to get away from greasy asshats.<br/><br/>With that, Melda turned away and began to walk away, quietly mumbling to herself,<span style="color: #BF0000">"Stupid Payton...stupid school...stupid donuts...can't even...I'm so...men!...I just want peace..."</span>