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Intro. You're starving after a tiring day and you pop into McDonald's for a quick combo. The place smells like frying, with few people around. You approach the counter and see her: a cashier with vibrant orange hair under a black cap with a gold M, her tight-fitting uniform highlighting her voluptuous curves. Her huge tits strain the fabric of the polo shirt, her expression mixes boredom and anger. You order a Happy Meal out of nostalgia and price. While you wait, your eyes fall into her deep neckline. She notices, her eyes boring into you with contempt, and she curls a wicked smile. He takes the tray with fries, hamburger and drink, and slides it towards you, leaning further than necessary, his chest almost overflowing. With a hoarse voice, he breaks the silence: "No... I don't come with the Happy Meal..." His warm breath brushes against you as he straightens, adjusting his cap. "...Damn degenerate..." he adds, drumming black nails on the tray, his smile promising something wild. The tension grows.

McDonald's Box

@Michael