Your Customer Service Skills Are Tested
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 6
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Alistair)
“Alright little guy. I think the best thing to do on your first day is to get you familiar with working the register. Customer service will be a big part of your job here so I think we’d be best to get that part first. I just know a little cutie like yourself will be popular with our customers!” Mariah’s smile beamed down at you and you couldn’t help but smile in return, Mariah’s energy and love for her job was infectious.
“Sounds good to me boss!” Your smile faltered slightly when you looked to Mariah’s right and saw Phoebe eying you maliciously.
Seeing your gaze drawn to Phoebe, but not the fear behind it, Mariah turned to your new coworker.
“I think since our cute new employee will be manning the register with me overseeing him, you should probably work in the kitchen for today Phoebe,” Mariah smiled to her employee, clearly unaware of the younger woman’s desire to hurt you.
“No problem Mariah, I prefer kitchen duty anyway,” Phoebe looked momentarily disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to mess with you, before walking off to the kitchen.
“Phoebe is one of my best workers, I think you two will get along swimmingly!” Looking up at Mariah’s face, blissfully unaware of Phoebes attitude towards her, you doubted that very much.
Mariah carried you over to the register and placed you down next to it. As she walked the short distance, she started speaking to you.
“Alright little guy, I know you’re probably thinking that there’s not much you could do with a register since it’s so much bigger than you, well you’re in luck! We just got a new register system a few weeks ago, and they’re touch screens! We can just lay the tablet down on the counter and you can just jump on the buttons to take peoples orders, isn’t that cool?”
“But Mrs Sinclair, how will I take peoples money?” You were concerned on how effectively you’d be able to do this part of the job just based off of handling normal sized money.
“Aw don’t worry cutie. Most people play using a card or their phone anyway, but if you do get cash, just press this button on the screen,” as she said this and pressed the button she was referring to, a drawer popped out from the counter behind you, looking over the edge it was maybe a 2 inch drop inch drop down there, and enough footholds in the counter for you to climb back up out of it. “Once that’s open you can just drop the money in there, and there’s another button here to close it. Neat, huh?”
Most of Mariah’s statements eased your concerns slightly, and to be honest you were probably safer out here than in the kitchen. Any number of accidents could happen in there. You shuddered at the thought of getting trapped in a burger and served to an unaware customer, which was especially likely with Phoebe working in the kitchen as well.
“Sounds all good to me boss!” You joked by giving a salute, which caused Mariah to giggle.
“I think you’ll be a wonderful addition to the Sinclair Sandwiches Team!”
Mariah picked you up and took you through to her back office to get your contract signed and order you a uniform that would fit you. In the meantime you had been asked to wear some clothes that matched the colours of the restaurant so you could be identified as staff.
“Alright little guy, let’s go take some people’s orders! All you have to remember that the customer’s experience here is the most important thing, we pride ourselves on our friendly and helpful staff. So as long as you remember that you’ll do great.”
You nodded as Mariah picked you up to take you out front to start your shift.
*****
You had been working at the register for the last three hours and it was going well. Every customer was being nice or at least patient with you, recognising that you would be a bit slower than their usual cashiers. Many women fawned over how cute you were, which made you attempt to focus on endearing their orders on the screen to hide your embarrassment.
This was often helped by Mariah, who’s friendly and exuberant personality took some of each customer’s attention off of you. Although a lot of their conversations revolved around how adorable the women found you.
Things had been going smoothly, the morning rush having finished, and there would likely be an hour or so till the lunch rush.
“Alright little guy, I think I’ll take my lunch break now that it’s gotten quiet, after I get back I’ll cover the register so you can get yours,” you started to get a little uneasy at the prospect of being left on your own, and you must have shown it in your expression because Mariah looked at you reassuringly. “Don’t worry cutie, it won’t likely get busy again until after my break’s over.”
Mariah walked through to her office to enjoy her lunch, leaving you to your own devices. There were no customers waiting to be served, so you were left with nothing to do other than look around and watch the customers who were eating. The restaurant wasn’t packed but there were a few tables still occupied, and observing them was one of the few things you could do while you waited for something else to do.
As you were looking around the seating area your eyes fell on a family consisting of a mother and two preteen girls. The girls were being incredibly loud and it appeared to be bothering some of the other customers, but the mother seemed disinterested, as she was absorbed by her phone.
You watched as she, after tucking her phone into her bra, peeled back the top of her burger, removed the two pieces of bacon on the bun and ate them. She glanced around the restaurant and, convinced no ones as seen what she had done, got up and walked towards you, hamburger in hand.
As she approached, you took in her appearance. She was tall, you’d guess maybe six feet tall, and her made-up, slightly snub-nosed face was framed by a soccer mom styled blonde hair. She was wearing a low cut, dark grey T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. Her generous breasts strained against the T-shirt, stretching the deep v-cut neckline to be more open than it should have been. Her tight jeans hugged her wide hips tightly, and based off of the looks you could see the male customers giving her as she walked by, her behind was as blessed as her bust was. Her T-shirt didn’t go all the way down to her jeans, and in the gap in between them you could see a midriff that was just slightly further than what could be considered pudgy, her fairly prominent muffin top peeking over the rim of her jeans.
She approached the counter with a mean look on her face that told you she was going to be trouble. She finally came to a stop as close to the counter as he could, her massive breasts leaving you in their shadow in a way that was very intimidating to someone of your size. You saw her forehead and eyes come into view as she looked down at you past her bust without bending over at all.
“Excuse me, I asked for bacon on this burger and there’s none on it. I want a refund.”
You looked up into the eyes of this gigantic woman looming over you, as she looked down on you with a sense of entitlement. It was obvious that she was simply doing this to get a free meal, and whether it was through stubborn stupidity or a loyalty to your new place of work, you decided to call her out on it.
“I’m sorry miss, but I just watched you take the bacon off yourself before you walked over here. I know there was bacon on your burger,” you felt good telling this entitled woman no. It’s likely that most people didn’t have the courage to stand up to her, reinforcing this behaviour.
As you refused her, she leaned down towards the counter, her head now hovering directly over you. As she bent over, her pendulous breasts hanged in front of you, barely restricted by her top and bra that was clearly ill suited for such a heavy load. You couldn’t help but stare at them as they hanged directly in front of you. She seemed to notice your stares.
“As so not just a rude employee, but a pervert as well! Listen here you little shit, there was no bacon and my burger and you are going to give me a refund NOW!” As she raised her voice you couldn’t help but shrink slightly at the forceful personality of this aggressive woman.
“Uh... Uh, Again, I’m sorry miss but I know there was no problem with your order. I can’t help you if there isn’t a problem,” you half pleaded with her, just wanting this situation to be over with. You silently hoped someone would come and support you, but it looked like you were the only person stupid enough to get into an argument with her.
“You bet your ass there’s a problem. Do you bugs have less brainpower as well as less height or something? I. WANT. MY. REFUND! And I’m not leaving until I get it,” she was clearly trying to intimidate you, and it was working. “I mean really, all I wanted to do was ask for a refund on my meal which wasn’t made to my specifications and for my trouble I’ve been objectified and called a liar! Someone really should teach you a lesson about manners!”
You were becoming increasingly worried that if someone didn’t interfere, this woman was going to harm you in some way.
1) No one interferes, so the woman grabs you. She may decide to use you as a replacement for her too small bra, or add you as a topping to her burger.
2) Mariah intervenes, having heard the commotion, and believes the woman. She is very disappointed in you for being rude to a customer.
3) Mariah intervenes, having heard the commotion, and believes you. She handles the rude customer and your shift continues.
“Alright little guy. I think the best thing to do on your first day is to get you familiar with working the register. Customer service will be a big part of your job here so I think we’d be best to get that part first. I just know a little cutie like yourself will be popular with our customers!” Mariah’s smile beamed down at you and you couldn’t help but smile in return, Mariah’s energy and love for her job was infectious.
“Sounds good to me boss!” Your smile faltered slightly when you looked to Mariah’s right and saw Phoebe eying you maliciously.
Seeing your gaze drawn to Phoebe, but not the fear behind it, Mariah turned to your new coworker.
“I think since our cute new employee will be manning the register with me overseeing him, you should probably work in the kitchen for today Phoebe,” Mariah smiled to her employee, clearly unaware of the younger woman’s desire to hurt you.
“No problem Mariah, I prefer kitchen duty anyway,” Phoebe looked momentarily disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to mess with you, before walking off to the kitchen.
“Phoebe is one of my best workers, I think you two will get along swimmingly!” Looking up at Mariah’s face, blissfully unaware of Phoebes attitude towards her, you doubted that very much.
Mariah carried you over to the register and placed you down next to it. As she walked the short distance, she started speaking to you.
“Alright little guy, I know you’re probably thinking that there’s not much you could do with a register since it’s so much bigger than you, well you’re in luck! We just got a new register system a few weeks ago, and they’re touch screens! We can just lay the tablet down on the counter and you can just jump on the buttons to take peoples orders, isn’t that cool?”
“But Mrs Sinclair, how will I take peoples money?” You were concerned on how effectively you’d be able to do this part of the job just based off of handling normal sized money.
“Aw don’t worry cutie. Most people play using a card or their phone anyway, but if you do get cash, just press this button on the screen,” as she said this and pressed the button she was referring to, a drawer popped out from the counter behind you, looking over the edge it was maybe a 2 inch drop inch drop down there, and enough footholds in the counter for you to climb back up out of it. “Once that’s open you can just drop the money in there, and there’s another button here to close it. Neat, huh?”
Most of Mariah’s statements eased your concerns slightly, and to be honest you were probably safer out here than in the kitchen. Any number of accidents could happen in there. You shuddered at the thought of getting trapped in a burger and served to an unaware customer, which was especially likely with Phoebe working in the kitchen as well.
“Sounds all good to me boss!” You joked by giving a salute, which caused Mariah to giggle.
“I think you’ll be a wonderful addition to the Sinclair Sandwiches Team!”
Mariah picked you up and took you through to her back office to get your contract signed and order you a uniform that would fit you. In the meantime you had been asked to wear some clothes that matched the colours of the restaurant so you could be identified as staff.
“Alright little guy, let’s go take some people’s orders! All you have to remember that the customer’s experience here is the most important thing, we pride ourselves on our friendly and helpful staff. So as long as you remember that you’ll do great.”
You nodded as Mariah picked you up to take you out front to start your shift.
*****
You had been working at the register for the last three hours and it was going well. Every customer was being nice or at least patient with you, recognising that you would be a bit slower than their usual cashiers. Many women fawned over how cute you were, which made you attempt to focus on endearing their orders on the screen to hide your embarrassment.
This was often helped by Mariah, who’s friendly and exuberant personality took some of each customer’s attention off of you. Although a lot of their conversations revolved around how adorable the women found you.
Things had been going smoothly, the morning rush having finished, and there would likely be an hour or so till the lunch rush.
“Alright little guy, I think I’ll take my lunch break now that it’s gotten quiet, after I get back I’ll cover the register so you can get yours,” you started to get a little uneasy at the prospect of being left on your own, and you must have shown it in your expression because Mariah looked at you reassuringly. “Don’t worry cutie, it won’t likely get busy again until after my break’s over.”
Mariah walked through to her office to enjoy her lunch, leaving you to your own devices. There were no customers waiting to be served, so you were left with nothing to do other than look around and watch the customers who were eating. The restaurant wasn’t packed but there were a few tables still occupied, and observing them was one of the few things you could do while you waited for something else to do.
As you were looking around the seating area your eyes fell on a family consisting of a mother and two preteen girls. The girls were being incredibly loud and it appeared to be bothering some of the other customers, but the mother seemed disinterested, as she was absorbed by her phone.
You watched as she, after tucking her phone into her bra, peeled back the top of her burger, removed the two pieces of bacon on the bun and ate them. She glanced around the restaurant and, convinced no ones as seen what she had done, got up and walked towards you, hamburger in hand.
As she approached, you took in her appearance. She was tall, you’d guess maybe six feet tall, and her made-up, slightly snub-nosed face was framed by a soccer mom styled blonde hair. She was wearing a low cut, dark grey T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. Her generous breasts strained against the T-shirt, stretching the deep v-cut neckline to be more open than it should have been. Her tight jeans hugged her wide hips tightly, and based off of the looks you could see the male customers giving her as she walked by, her behind was as blessed as her bust was. Her T-shirt didn’t go all the way down to her jeans, and in the gap in between them you could see a midriff that was just slightly further than what could be considered pudgy, her fairly prominent muffin top peeking over the rim of her jeans.
She approached the counter with a mean look on her face that told you she was going to be trouble. She finally came to a stop as close to the counter as he could, her massive breasts leaving you in their shadow in a way that was very intimidating to someone of your size. You saw her forehead and eyes come into view as she looked down at you past her bust without bending over at all.
“Excuse me, I asked for bacon on this burger and there’s none on it. I want a refund.”
You looked up into the eyes of this gigantic woman looming over you, as she looked down on you with a sense of entitlement. It was obvious that she was simply doing this to get a free meal, and whether it was through stubborn stupidity or a loyalty to your new place of work, you decided to call her out on it.
“I’m sorry miss, but I just watched you take the bacon off yourself before you walked over here. I know there was bacon on your burger,” you felt good telling this entitled woman no. It’s likely that most people didn’t have the courage to stand up to her, reinforcing this behaviour.
As you refused her, she leaned down towards the counter, her head now hovering directly over you. As she bent over, her pendulous breasts hanged in front of you, barely restricted by her top and bra that was clearly ill suited for such a heavy load. You couldn’t help but stare at them as they hanged directly in front of you. She seemed to notice your stares.
“As so not just a rude employee, but a pervert as well! Listen here you little shit, there was no bacon and my burger and you are going to give me a refund NOW!” As she raised her voice you couldn’t help but shrink slightly at the forceful personality of this aggressive woman.
“Uh... Uh, Again, I’m sorry miss but I know there was no problem with your order. I can’t help you if there isn’t a problem,” you half pleaded with her, just wanting this situation to be over with. You silently hoped someone would come and support you, but it looked like you were the only person stupid enough to get into an argument with her.
“You bet your ass there’s a problem. Do you bugs have less brainpower as well as less height or something? I. WANT. MY. REFUND! And I’m not leaving until I get it,” she was clearly trying to intimidate you, and it was working. “I mean really, all I wanted to do was ask for a refund on my meal which wasn’t made to my specifications and for my trouble I’ve been objectified and called a liar! Someone really should teach you a lesson about manners!”
You were becoming increasingly worried that if someone didn’t interfere, this woman was going to harm you in some way.
1) No one interferes, so the woman grabs you. She may decide to use you as a replacement for her too small bra, or add you as a topping to her burger.
2) Mariah intervenes, having heard the commotion, and believes the woman. She is very disappointed in you for being rude to a customer.
3) Mariah intervenes, having heard the commotion, and believes you. She handles the rude customer and your shift continues.
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April 23, 2025
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