Tammy and Sherry were roommates since graduating high school and had always been best friends. These girls shared everything; clothes, cars, even boyfriends occasionally, and even went to college together and were roommates there as well. They also both sadly had the misfortune of graduating right in the middle of the worst economic depression in the United States in 70 years, and despite both having college degrees neither could find work in their chosen field. Needing cash both took on jobs as waitresses, a job they had done in the past, and deciding to use their natural assets for their maximum benefit, they both applied for jobs at Hooters. With their top heavy figures and natural "girl next door" looks, they were naturals.
This seemed the best income potential for them both as Tammy and Sherry never lacked for male attention, so they figured why not go ahead and get paid for that. Not wanting to be strippers, this was the best way to get a job with decent hours and pay and with the opportunity to earn some good tips while they continued to apply for better jobs. The money was decent and the clientele was not that bad, so things could definitely have been worse. Most guys were drooling over them of course, but always very respectful and the girls had to admit the tips were pretty good so everything seemed perfect about the setup except for one thing, Sam.
Sam, the manager of Hooters, was typical of a certain type of asshole frat boy demographic that is the scourge of society. Knowing he was very fortunate to be surrounded by such lovely women each day, Sam loved his job and also never missed an opportunity to leer at the lovelies that worked for him constantly making inappropriate comments that made the girls quite uncomfortable. Soon rude comments escalated to inappropriate groping, and Sam was quickly becoming a potential liability to the restaurant. If you looked up hostile working environment in the dictionary, this would be definitely be it. The problem really came down to his typical male chauvinist attitude that was deeply rooted.
To the girls that worked at Hooters, the job was a job, and they were professionals there to earn a living. To Sam however, the girls that worked there for him were nothing but pieces of Meat and he treated the staff like his own personal harem.
The reason the situation had gone on so long with no one doing anything about it was the fact that the owner of that particular Hooters restaurant was Tex McAllister. Tex had been a franchisee for a very long time and shared many of the less enlightened attitudes about women that Sam had, so complaints about sexual harassment fell on deaf ears. He was also very old school, which is appropriate since he was already pushing 90. Incredibly rich, he had several restaurants in his portfolio, among other things, and also a beautiful new young trophy wife Victoria, 35 who was patiently waiting for nature to take its course and make her a beautiful young widow.
All of the girls knew that as long as Tex was alive, complaining about Sam was pointless. Victoria also knew about all about Sam as her husband not only owned the restaurant but loved going there as a customer. She went out of respect for his wishes, but really did not like her visits there at all, wincing and quietly seething when she saw Sam and watched how he treated the other waitresses. She imagined that once Tex was off to meet his maker, the first thing on her agenda would be to fire that arrogant pig's ass.
