Free Surrendered To The Alpha Dragons (BBW Dragon Shifter Menage Paranormal Romance) by Krista Bella

Chapter 1
     
    "There's gotta be more to life than this shit," Jayna Pusset muttered.
    Setting down a stack of dirty plates to be clean on the kitchen counter, Jayna sighed and wiped at the sweat kneading her brow and adjusted her black skirt, which she always wore when she was working her shift, around her large thighs.
    It was a packed house at Dixie's Diner. It always was. And Jayna was tired...as always.
    For the past several years, Jayna had worked at Dixie's, a small, but happening diner and bar, that sat smack-dab in the middle of Chalmett, Colorado. At first, she was ecstatic when she had gotten the job, having just got kicked out of the house by her parents at the tender age of eighteen. Back then, it couldn't have happened at a greater time, but now, she found it was all she could do to get through a day of work.
    Her boss, Harvey, was a demanding asshole, and her co-workers, who were all pounds lighter than curvy Jayna, were annoying bitches. If that was not enough to send Jayna over the deep end; the customers could be absolutely rude, the pay sucked...and the tips...well, the tips could be even worse.
    Jayna could not even count the many times where she had been extra polite to a rude and obnoxious family, putting up with their inane demands for a good part of a night, only to be stiffed on the tip when they left.
    Jayna would have quit her shitty waitressing job long ago if not for desperately needing the money to make ends meet to pay her rent for the hovel she lived in. It did not help matters that she had no transportation to speak of and had to walk to work back and forth every day. Luckily for her, her hovel was a few blocks away from the diner.
    And Jayna did not particularly mind the walking.  It was just that walking home after her shift could be a little scary. Usually, she worked late into the night so she would often walk home in the dark.
    And you would think with all that walking back and forth, thought Jayna with disgust as she looked down at the giant breasts that were enclosed in her burgundy blouse, that I would have lost a few pounds by now.
    Jayna was a big girl. She'd always been. There was no denying it. She simply loved to eat. That did not stop her from desiring to be skinny sometimes, though, especially, when she saw her co-workers walking in around in their skimpy size-two waitress outfits.
    Still, Jayna was not ashamed of her weight. And whenever she thought about losing weight to look like one of the skinny girls, she eventually changed her mind. Food was just too good. There was no reason for her to starve herself to satisfy someone else's idea of beauty.
    She was fine just the way she was, curves and all.
    "Look on the bright side, girl," she muttered to herself as she made sure her honey-brown hair, which was pulled up into a messy bun, still looked half-way presentable, "at least I will have saved up enough for a Honda in another month."
    After she made sure her hair was fine, she walked back out into the hallway, making her way to the restaurant floor. A packed house greeted her. Dixie's had a large square bar that was illuminated by a blue led light, and the rest of the space was taken up by tables for customers who'd come to eat.
    Several of Jayna's rail-thin co-workers, who were dressed in skimpy skirts and cleavage enhancing tops that showcased their fake breasts, diligently worked behind the bar, scurrying to get drinks for the intoxicated, mostly men, patrons. Jayna watched as the men, their faces illuminated by the bar's blue light, lustily eyed the girls, and rolled her eyes.
    They looked like freaking, horny vultures, ready to pounce on fresh meat. And there were a lot of them too. There was not an empty seat around the bar.
    But that was the lure of Dixie's. Men came to see the pretty, plastic girls and got their wallets emptied in the process.
    I just hope we don't have any drama go on , thought Jayna as she scanned the room for the last family she had served, a man,