Debbie is the kind of girl who loves to play violent video games, although she doesn’t consider herself a gamer. She also enjoys eating out in fine restaurants. Most importantly, though, she likes dressing up in lingerie, and she really enjoys roleplay and fetish play. To keep her incredible body in shape, she rides a bicycle as much as she can.
Debbie admits that while she enjoys going out to restaurants now, she enjoyed it more when she was younger. Back then, it was her favorite thing to do in the world, and it didn’t matter what sort of restaurant it was. She felt like she was very special whenever anybody waited on her, and she liked the feeling of being a queen handing out orders to her subjects... even if those orders were just for a ham on rye. She used to think of it as a magical process wherein she asked for what she wanted and that thing just appeared a few minutes later. But all that magical illusion was shattered for her when she was old enough to a job in a restaurant, since it is restaurants that typically hire people who don’t have much work history or experience.
“I loved working there, don’t get me wrong,” she explains. “It was this little Italian family restaurant, with its great mix of strange personalities on both sides of the kitchen door. I got a job as a waitress and I learned a lot about the world at that place. The owner, the head chef, was this enormous man who lived and breathed his work. He was always loud. I don’t think that man had an indoor voice. He would shout out whatever he wanted to tell you, whatever was on his mind, and he didn’t care if your feelings were hurt. He figured if he told you something once, you should remember it, and he got very angry if he had to repeat himself.”
Debbie goes on, “That restaurant owner was like a spider in a web. He was plugged into it all. He would serve free breakfast to the local judge and the politicians gunning for the judge’s position. He made sure there were always plenty of cops in there eating for free, too, because having cop cars in the parking lot was the surest way he knew of to stop a robbery, a burglary, or any other nonsense in his place. Through it all I was just working and working. It was very hard work and there was no slack cut to me because I was young and attractive. I got harassed sexually, sure, by some of the patrons, but never by the staff. The owner wouldn’t stand for it. He dealt very harshly with anyone he thought was mistreating “his girls,” and nobody who worked there wanted to get on his bad side.
Debbie continues, “The only major issue with working in a restaurant was that it took the fun and mystery out of it. I got to see how everything was done. I saw how the foods were prepared ahead of time, how they were staged with just the final components yet to be heated or cooked. I saw how much work went into everything beforehand, and then all the simple little things that were done to make it happen when the order was finally given. I saw how hot that kitchen got, and how much the owner and his assistant cooks suffered when they were back there on hot summer days. It was a real eye-opener. But restaurants were no longer magic for me. It was no longer a question of just giving my order and waiting for my food to appear. I knew the secrets and the way that everything came together, so from that moment on, whenever I went into a restaurant, I was aware of what was happening behind the scenes. It’s like knowing how the magician does his trick. You never look at the same things the same way again. I don’t regret the work I did, but I do sometimes regret that everybody’s childhood eventually has to end. I think my childhood started to end when restaurants were no longer magic for me.”
Debbie comes by her affection for video games quite naturally. It isn’t something she puts on to make guys find her more appealing, and she has no patience for girls taking half-naked pictures of themselves holding video game controllers and pretending to like games they know nothing about. “I think you should be genuine about your hobbies,” she says. “If you can’t tell the truth, then why bother at all? It’s important to be honest, not just with others, but with yourself. I think self-honesty is absolutely the most important kind of honesty there is.”
