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Femboy Hooters

... that encouraged everyone to come in costumes seemed like a dream come true. Who knows, maybe I could even pick-up some pointers from some of the girls.

I submitted my resume to the 3-D Cafe and received a response for an interview back pretty much right away. They wanted me to come in on Wednesday afternoon. So, Wednesday found me in a nice suit with a fresh copy of my resume. I know a suit wasn't really necessary for a food service job, but I figured why not, right?

I entered and told the really cute girl working the front desk that I was there to meet with Donald Copperfield for a job. She did give me an odd look as I asked, but then shrugged and asked me to sit in the waiting area.

The girl was really tall, and as she walked to the back, I saw why. She was wearing what had to be 5" heels. Holy hell! That was some serious footwear. Her overall look was that of a slutty librarian, with a white blouse, black pencil skirt and those wicked pumps. The sheer stockings with a back-seam only enhanced her gorgeous legs and had me wondering how she worked a whole shift in those heels.

As I looked around, I realized all the girls on staff were wearing some kind of sexy outfit or wild costume. There was a French maid, a Hooters uniform, a cheerleader, while others were doing a secretary, MILF or fashion model type look. I also noticed most of the girls were very tall and a lot of them were wearing heels of some kind, some had more practical heels like wedges or chunky ...

... heels, but many were rocking sky high stilettos.

The tall hostess came back and called me to follow her. We went down a short hallway and came to a series of offices. One was partly open with 'Manager' on a placard. The hostess knocked and a voice from within called out, "Yeah, send her in."

I was confused for a moment. Her? I looked behind me and the hostess shook her head, gave me a slight smile and waved me in. I entered a small, but tastefully appointed office with a nicely dressed man behind the desk. I could see 'Donald Copperfield' on a little name card on the desk.

He looked up and did a quick double-take as he saw me, then looked back at a copy of my resume on his desk. He shrugged and said, "Thanks, Talia," to the hostess. He the turned to me, extending his hand, "You must be Gene, I'm Donald. Nice to meet you, thanks for coming in."

"Thanks, were you expecting someone else?" I asked.

"No," he shook his head. "Just a lot of the prospects come in costume or something fancy to show-off. We've had a few come in drab clothes, but they'd usually change here... you don't have a bag though."

"I... uh... no," I stammered confused. Then it hit me, the staff wore the costumes not the customers. Why they hell didn't I pick up on that sooner? "I get it. I was a little confused, I thought the customers wore the costumes. I didn't realize the staff did."

"Yup, you got it," Donald said. "Have a seat. So, based on your experience, I think you'd be able to jump right ...