Ballers: Work It Off (Preview) (Patreon)

A preview for this month's exclusive Patreon story, featuring the return to Ballers! Enjoy!

Memphis could only watch and snort. He could've easily stopped him, but the rules were the rules when it came to rude guests that weren't causing physical problems. He had to let him go despite it all.

Tsk, what a charmer. This wasn't the worst customer Memphis ever had. There were plenty of unique, troublesome, frustrating people to deal with in the service industry. It only doubled in problematic and difficulty working at Ballers, a male anthro version of Hooters and Melons. That brought in a very “special” kind of clientele.

But that guy was something else, that was for sure. Memphis looked at his anxious girlfriend, staring at the floor and not sure what to say. He could only imagine what she was feeling or thinking after that.

The reindeer broke awkward silence after a while. “Are you alright, Miss…?”

“Fleur …” the woman quietly spoke, still looking down, “I'm… I'm just…”

“Hey, I get you. Stupid question on my part.” Memphis sighed. “I'm sorry you had to deal with that. Is there anything I can do for you? Maybe talk or…” He thought a moment. “Maybe I could… foot the bill myself?”

Fluer looked up then. “Oh… no. You d-don't need to.”

“I can do it. After that crap, you shouldn't have to deal with having to pay anything. I can take the hit on this.” Memphis could, but it wouldn't be great for his wallet. He needed every dollar with the rising cost of everything nowadays.

The woman shook her head. “No. I insist.” She took a deep breath and released it, looking rather deflated. “I… I got into this mess and will attempt to get out of it.”

Memphis wanted to say it wasn't her fault. Her asshole boyfriend was clearly the problem and, quite frankly, someone she should dump him like a sack of bricks. Unfortunately, he sensed she wouldn't respond positively to that.

The best he could do was respond, “Okay; if you're fine with that. Let's get you to…”

Another thought came to him, one that said he could do something for her to make this night better. “Let's get you ready!”

He gave Fleur a sympathetic smile and stepped out from behind the podium, waving for her to follow. She did as he led her through the restaurant. They passed by several tables and other muscular waiters, everyone smiling and having a good time with the staff's show-offy energy. She glanced at them, blushing a little before looking down.

The two exited the dining area and headed towards the back. They were passing by the kitchen when she stopped briefly at its doors before hurrying to keep up with him. “Oh, I thought we were… I was going to do the dishes.”

The reindeer shook his head. “Oh… maybe if you want. Right now, we’re going to the locker room. There's some uniforms in there you can switch into. Gotta wear one when you work here, no matter if it’s just for tonight.”

“Oh…” Memphis glanced back at her, noticing her eyes were tracing his form as she walked. Her face reddened. “Ah… do you have… have anything here in my size?”

“One size fits all. It'll be fine.” He smiled again, giving her a nod before looking forward  again. His smile was on the inside as well. I'm sure you'll feel a lot better soon… hopefully.

They traveled farther back into the building, taking a hallway that turned several times before reaching their destination. They stopped in front of a large wooden door, a metal plate attached that read, “Locker Room”.

He reached over and knocked the back of his fist against the door several times, making rather heavy thunks. “Hey! Anyone in there?” he called out.

A few seconds later, a large wolf emerged. Raphael, a co-worker of his, was dressed in street clothes that hugged his beefy physique as much as his uniform did. The wolf gave him an amused, funny look. “No one else but me, bro. Don't know why you knocked. Not like any of the dudes here are shy.”

The emphasis and way he spoke made Memphis quiver pleasantly. He noticed Fleur beside him blushing quite a bit, her eyes wide and looking up at the beast. It was adorable.

“Oh, just wanted to make sure the coast is clear for littl’ ol’ Fleur here.” Memphis gently patted her shoulder. “She's gonna be working off a bill tonight. Just needs to get into uniform.”

“Gotcha!” The wolf looked at her and smiled. “It's all yours!” He gave her a thumbs up. “Dontcha worry, babe! You'll do just fine. A bit of work, and you'll be outta here in no time!”

His smile became a toothy grin, a chuckle following. “Or, maybe you'll wanna stick around a bit longer after having so much fun, dude.” With that, he winked and headed off, disappearing down the hall.

Memphis led her into the room, the door swinging shut behind them. The locker room looked like any locker room you might find at a gym or even school. The only difference, probably, was the amount of musk and body odor in the air. It was thick and potent as could be. It was the thing kind of that would embarrass Memphis with bringing a non-employee into it.

However, he knew that issue would fade. He glanced at Fleur, who definitely was not enjoying the scent like he or the other musky himbos did. Hopefully, for her sake, she'd get past this fast.

“Let's see here…” He walked over to the locker in the far corner of the room where spare uniforms were kept for the occasional, forgetful employee. He pulled out a (hopefully at least) clean pair of orange short shorts and the employee top. This one read, “Ballers Temp” instead of just “Ballers” like all of the other uniforms did.

“Here you are!” Memphis said, handing her her new clothes. “Feel free to get changed. You can put your clothes and belongings into any of the spare lockers. Afterwards, I'll take you to your station!”