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it as I walked. This was awesome. Not only did I get a job but I would have something else to wear. My few pieces of clothing had been put thru a lot; they were pretty tired looking.
    However, my delight was short lived. As I unfurled the tee, gazing at the thin fabric, my mouth dropped open. “You have got to be friggin’ kidding me!”

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    Emblazoned across the sheer white top were the words “Get a Slice of the Pie,” in orange lettering, and right underneath were two small pizza pies, each planted about where my nipples would fall when I put on the shirt.
    “That sexist idiot … branding indeed.” I thought. But, the prospect of cold hard cash made me push my doubts aside. “Well, if it means money for me and Markus to eat and to have a place to stay, well I… I’ll just have to wear the damn thing,” I told myself, and I continued walking the mile or so back to Beelines. I guess it wasn’t much worse than the owl eyes I had seen placed over the nipples on a tee at a popular chain restaurant.
    When I got back to the motel, I tossed the tee in a corner. Markus had made us a feast, or tried to, anyway. He had put tap water and ice in two of the cheap wine glasses from the cupboard. On the table he had a plate with two thin slivers of cheese; one for each of us, and a lidded skillet emitting a savory smell was sitting on a potholder next to it.
    “Just trying to keep it hot,” he said as he lifted the lid, revealing a steamy rice and bean mixture. “I can open a can of tuna and add that to the top if you like.”
    “Yum, looks delish, Markus.” It didn’t really look that appealing but I loved that he cared enough to make it for me. “Sure, let’s go all out and have the tuna too!” I gave him a peck on the cheek. “To go along with the good food, I have good news. I got a job at Slice of the Pie! I start tonight. I will get cash tips when I work my shift this evening so we will have money right away!”
    “That’s fantastic, babe!” Markus face lit up and he gave me a kiss. “Now I don’t have to try and save some of this for another meal. I am starving!”
    As Markus devoured the rice, beans and tuna, I picked at mine. I was not sure what he would say when he saw the tee shirt I had to wear. I could just imagine his dark eyes flaring accenting the little jagged, scar above his eyebrow.
    After we ate, we relaxed for a while. I picked up the tee from where I had stowed it earlier and went into the bathroom to change. I yanked off my top and pulled the new shirt over my head, adjusting it as I tugged it on. It was just as I had anticipated. The white shirt barely concealed my voluptuous breasts. The top was so sheer you could see the definitions of my tatty bra. It dipped low and a generous portion of my boobs peeked out. The ‘Get a Slice of the Pie’ slogan was right across my cleavage, accenting the girls. The mini pizzas were, as I had expected, front and center—one on each of my nipples. My stars and moon necklace dangled right down the middle of the two pies. Geez. I needed clothes after putting the few I had through so much these past few days, but even they were better than this. “Not much choice, Kristen—no choice really,” I told myself.
    I backed out of the bathroom, trying to make it to the door without Markus seeing, but he was too quick. “Hold up there! Let me give you a kiss and wish you luck on your first day.”
    As he pulled me to him to wrap me in his arms, he noticed the top and I could see his eyes grow dark. But it didn’t matter. I was wearing it. We needed the money. He started to say something, but I stopped him. “Just don’t say anything Markus.”
    He was shaking his head as I closed the door to the motel room. Sure, the top sucked, but it was a hell of a lot better than going hungry. I trekked to Slice of the Pie, wondering what the night would bring.
    Once I got started working, I was rushing as fast as I could to serve up wings, pizza,