Operation Feed The Streets 4

Chapter 18

The time was 4:30, meaning I still had time to fool around until I began to grill the steak. Rose, hmm, how should I put it in the words 'SEXY'? She was Latina and big in the right places, and she had their signature lustrous black hair. She has the perfect brown skin, which shines when it reflects light. Her face was one to make any man run for his money, but I still do not understand why she is working here. 

Currently, she was in blue shorts and a crop top and had tied her long, curly black hair in a bun. I had not talked with a lot of Latinas, but I have been able to see a lot of them on my screens to know she was a top-of-the-crop product.

Ever since Rose came by, she had not said anything apart from the usual pass me the this and that. I could tell she looked down on me, which surprised me because, according to my calculations, she was the bitch. 

I never had conversations with the waitresses who worked for Uncle Ken because I saw them as bitches. And I am not wrong either, because if we were being real here, no woman who works at a place like this would be right in the head.

And unsurprisingly, these are the types of women men love. But I cannot lie; I really want a pie of that juicy ass. I knew I was reserving my virginity for the right one, but until when? When would I get enough power to bed a woman who meets my standards?

I knew if a woman of such standards would be in a relationship with me, it was either she is dumb, in love, or just loves my dick because I would bring nothing to the table.

But I have Rose here, a woman who makes up about 39% of my search history on the internet. Why would I not be interested? Who knows, if I play my cards well with this woman, I might be able to have a home base today.

"Dear Rose, I think it is time we started to grill the steak. I see a few people coming in."

"Okay, just tell me what to do. I am here to provide for all your needs."

As soon as it was 5 p.m., I started to cut my steaks into 1½ to 2 inches. I like the thickness like this to form a nice, charred crust without overcooking it. The steaks had no bones in them, so according to my calculation, they should not take long to cook. When I was done cutting the steak into my preferred sizes, I began to generously season the steak with salt, grounded black pepper, and all the necessary ingredients. 

When done marinating the steaks I had cut into thick slices, I waited for my griller to heat up to acceptable levels before I started placing the meat on top of the grill. As soon as I placed the steak on the grill, the frying sounds and smell began to spread around the store as a result of diffusion. 

The people at the bar at that time immediately began to surround me and look at me while I cooked the steak. But after a while, the men went back to their seats and continued drinking their beers and doing whatever they wanted.

'I guess I will be sending Rose to buy more steak because the steaks would be finished before 6 pm.' I said to myself as I used a brush to spread honey on top of the steak.

So, for the next 3–5 minutes, I was just smearing ingredients that would increase the taste of the steak, not turning it every time I smeared them.

I had managed to get 23 steaks after cutting them into my preferred state, but I could only cook 4 on the griller at a time. The griller was using gas, which was safer and more hygienic as compared to using charcoal.

After I felt satisfied with the steak, I removed them from the griller and placed them gently on the plastic plates I had bought. I decided to sell the steak for $30, which was slightly expensive but still affordable.

When I was done setting up the four steaks, I called Rose over and told her to sell the steak to those who were ready to buy it.

"Okay, I would do that, but you must give me 5% of what you are going to earn because I am going to use my charm to sell these steaks of yours." I did not want to complain to her, so I agreed with her immediately.

When she was off selling the steak to the few customers who had come to the bar at this time, I was behind the counter grilling the steaks to perfection. 

Rose came back to me within 3 minutes and handed me 120 dollars.

"Hurry up, I have received more orders for the steak." She said in visible annoyance that I did not like the way she was treating me, but I had no time to argue with her. She was helping me, and I was grateful for that. 

After finishing the second set, I called Rose over and told her to tell the customers I would continue to sell the steak when the time was 7 p.m., so they should quench their thirst first.

She was a bit surprised by my move, but I turned a blind eye to her. She did not know how to trick human beings into wanting your product. I am sure that with my newfound confidence, I can portray an average-looking woman as the most beautiful one.

All I need to do is tell the person exactly what he wants and deny it to him due to some stupid reason. And even if I do not tell him exactly what he needs, I can always make that person think along those lines. Or make him believe something that does not exist.

I had already marginated the steaks, so I had no problem with them getting stale. Right now, I just sat down and continued to sell my games to ready customers. After an hour of back and forth, I was able to make $450 from my sales. I was really making money so fast that I could not believe I was living life in easy mode.

But as the protagonist of my life, I knew trouble was brewing.