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The Kitchen Mafia
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How we became a union and learned to like it.
Mature readers only. Some strong language and sexual situations.
As you know Mac, this is your performance review for the last year as morning prep head cook. I'll start with your staff.
Yes, sir, Mister Green.
On the good side, that one dishwasher, Rat, has only been reported as being naked on duty twice. I've only had a handful of reports of inappropriate language or behavior from your staff towards others, or each other. And there's only been one instance of, shall we say, excessive fraternization in the locker rooms between staff.
Yes, sir. Thank you.
Now, about the kitchen itself. You've never explained a couple of things to me...
Like what, sir?
Let's start with... what it it they call your group, the cook's mafia?
Kitchen Mafia, sir. Ahh, I'll try to explain it, if you give me a minute.
You've got all the time you need. Start at the beginning if you need to.
Thank you, sir.
Boning Chicken
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I'm Mac, and I make my living cooking other people's food.
It's not as bad as you'd think.
Really, it's not. Let me tell you about it.
Men suck.... No. All men suck.
Good morning Valerie, I answered the voice that had erupted from over by the locker rooms.
Fuck you, and everybody related to you, Valerie answered with pure snake venom in her voice as she pushed the door on the women's side open.
I love you too, Val.
Go screw.
I'd love to, but then we'd both get written up.
Her glare and sneer would have given a lessor man nightmares for a month. Me, I just laughed and went back to prepping breakfast. Evidently Val's latest adventure in dating had ended badly.
That's my job, no, not listening to Valerie cussing her newest ex-boyfriend, which at least this time wasn't me. I'd done my time being her 'ex' a couple of years ago.
Not long after she started we went out a few times, and made out a few times. And then I learned that while Valerie is very pretty, with long dirty blonde hair and a figure that I still found scenic, she was just generally unhappy and almost impossible to satisfy anywhere except in bed. And yes, I know that from experience. When it came time to get sweaty together, she was fantastic, but once that was over, nothing was good enough for her. And I mean that in every way possible.
Anyway, part of my job, and almost all of hers as well, is fixing and serving breakfast for the usual assortment of soldiers, truckers, and civil service workers that stop here instead of one of the several chain restaurants across the parkway.
And so today officially began.
Valerie was, in spite of, or maybe because of her general attitude that nobody with an XY chromosome set should be allowed to live, the lead server for the breakfast shift in the diner. The other server, Barbara, was the oldest waitress in the entire complex, but she came in at six, so Valerie opened the first restaurant in our complex to open in the course of a normal day.
But what constituted a 'normal day' around here was open to debate at best.
OK, I know just telling you all of that stuff is dull as no salt vegetable broth, but bear with me and we'll get past it and get to the good parts. As well as sex with somebody who won't use a taser on you when you ask her if she wants a drink afterward. OK?
Rapunzel said:I'd write chick lit with sex, giggles and chocolate (preferably warm, melted and licked off the body slowly!) Woohoo!![]()
Dennis said:Someone's getting in the holiday cheer![]()
Kuri said:I'll have a picture drawn soon since it's a little hard to explain how he looks, haha.
Evil Eye said:I'd like to see that.