Hooters Bubble Trouble

"Man. This place is dead Mel." A woman with blonde hair that stretched to her shoulders said as she peered out into the dining area. Only 3 of the tables were occupied.

A woman with brown hair sighed. "I know Steph. With football season over and most fans still pissed at the NBA about the lockout, there's very little reason for people to come to Hooters." Then she pulled on the top of her super tight tank top to make sure it didn't expose to much of her ample chest. "I mean staring at our racks is only entertaining for so long."

Stephanie nodded. She had been a waitress at Hooters for almost a year now and had never seen business this slow.

Melanie shook herself out of her daydream and carried the tray containing a large plate of chicken wings. She was determined to try to salvage his day by getting a huge tip from the 2 guys at the table in her section.

The lack of customers wasn't lost on just on Melanie and Stephanie. All 7 of the waitresses at the restaurant were getting worried.

The day dragged with only a few customers coming in. Finally closing time came.

Stephanie changed out of the tank top and orange shorts and into a pair of blue jeans and a baby blue t-shirt before heading back to her apartment.

"There's got to be something we can do to liven the restaurant up" she said as she flopped down on the sofa in her living room area. She picked up the black remote control off of the coffee table in front of her and turned on the TV in the corner of the room.

She flipped through the channels finding nothing that interested her. Finally after a couple minutes and 2 passes through the channels, she stopped. "O good. Honey We Shrunk Ourselves is on. I like that movie." She set the remote back on the coffee table.

She watched the movie involving 4 adults getting shrunken and leaving the kids alone. At one point, the teenage girls throw a party and bring out a machine that blows bubbles.

"Now there's an idea." she said to herself. Stephanie jumped off the couch and ran to her computer to check for bubble machines on eBay.

Once she was on the eBay home page, she typed "bubble machine" in the search box. Instantly 841 results popped up. Stephanie spent the next hour scrolling through the options.

"Why are they all so expensive?" she complained to herself. Every machine on the page was bid way out of her price range.

She was about to give up when she saw a machine that looked like a shop vac listing at $5 with a $19 dollar Buy It Now option. She clicked on the listing and read all the information to find out why it was so cheap.

The listing page said it was only used once and worked perfectly. Stephanie smiled and clicked Buy It Now. Then she used her PayPal account to pay for it with her credit card.

A week passed by. Stephanie was returning home from another extremely slow day when she saw a large white Post Office Flat Rate box in front of her door."YAY! IT'S HERE!" she exclaimed. She quickly unlocked the door and carried the package inside.

She pulled a knife out of the drawer and cut open the tape holding the box shut. Hidden amongst a pile of Styrofoam peanuts was a black machine that looked like a Shop Vac with a wheel of bubble wands in front of the hole the air come out of. The wands would dip into the bubble solution as the wheel turned.

She then rifled through the box, but there were only the peanuts left. "I thought this came with some solution." she said. She turned the box upside down dumping the peanuts all over the floor. On the bottom of the box was a single white piece of paper.

Stephanie picked up the paper and read it. The top half was her receipt for the purchase. The bottom half had a list of ingredients and directions on it.  

"Guess I'm supposed to make it myself." The recipe said she need 2/3 cups of Joy dish washing soap, 1 gallon of water, and 3 teaspoons of glycerin to hold the bubbles together. Lucky she had some Joy under her sink, but no glycerin. A quick trip to the drugstore took care of that problem.

Before long, she was ready to start mixing the ingredients. First she measured out the Joy and dumped it in the bucket she was using to hold the mixture. Next came the water. As she was measuring out the 3 teaspoon of the colorless glycerin, she cell phone started ringing.

Stephanie reached up on a shelf above the desk she had her mixture on. As she grabbed her phone, her hand brushed a heavy book. The book fell over and landed on a tube of superglue. The pressure from the impact blew the cap off the tube. The superglue inside poured out of the tube and fell into the mixture

"Hello?" She said into her black cell phone.

"Hey Steph. This is Amy." Amy was one of Stephanie's fellow Hooter's Girls.

"What's up Amy?"

"We're all gonna get to work a half hour early to talk about ways we can get people to come to the restaurant. Are you gonna be able to make it?"

"Shouldn't be an issue. In fact, I'm working on something that might help as we speak."

"Cool. What are you working on?"

Steph giggled "Not gonna blow the surprise here. I'll show you in the morning."

"Should I be scared?" Amy asked in a concerned tone.

Steph giggled again "Not at all. See you at work."

"Ok. See ya." Amy hung up.

Steph replaced her phone on the shelf. "Where was I?" she asked herself. Remembering what she was doing, she measured out the glycerin and stirred the solution a bit.

Then she poured the solution into the tub on the machine. "Lets have a test run now." She plugged in the machine and turned it on.

The wheel started turning and air started blowing sending bubbles flying around the room. After about a minute Steph turned the machine off. She watched the bubbles float around. It never registered in her mind how long they been around without popping yet.

The blonde yawned, walked into her bedroom, and closed the door. The bubbles still had not popped yet. Instead they were resting the carpeted floor. In the middle of the night, the heater kicked on. The sudden surge of air disturbed the bubbles. They again floated in the air and came to a rest in the sink.

When the morning came, Steph's alarm went off. She smacked the clock to get it to stop then got out of bed and got ready for work. She slipped on the super tight tank top that squeezed her C cups making them look like Ds. Then she slipped on the orange shorts. Finally she grabbed the bubble machine and left her apartment, never seeing the bubbles in the sink that still have not popped.

When Steph got to the Hooters she was employed at, her 6 co-workers were already all in the locker area. Stephanie scanned the room. Her eyes went past a redheaded woman whose chest looked ready to pop out with one good sneeze. Her name tag read "Amy." Next to Amy was Stephanie's brown haired friend Melanie. Next to Melanie was another blonde woman with a bored look on her face. Her name tag read "Brittany". Next to her was a tall brunette woman with the name tag "Deanna". Deanna had the smallest chest in the room, but the tank top left so little to the imagination, guys never complained. Another brunette was leaning on the lockers next to Deanna. Her name tag read "Lindsey". Last but not least was one more blonde. Her name tag read "Samantha".

Amy spoke up. "Good. Steph's here. Now we can get started." She looked around at the women all in the Hooters uniform. "As you all know, Business lately has SUCKED."

All of the women in the room nodded.

"Anybody got any ideas on how to get people in here?" Amy asked.

Steph raised her hand. "I have an idea." she pulled the machine out from behind her back.

"What the hell it that thing?" Lindsey asked.

"This is a machine that blows bubbles. We could dance around while bubbles fly all over."

Deanna rolled her eyes. "Bubbles? Really? What are we? Four?"

Steph was a bit taken aback. "Well at least I'm trying. I don't see you doing anything to help."

Melanie back up her friend. "She's not wrong Dee."

Steph flashed a smile to her friend as a way of saying thanks.

Amy spoke up again. "Ok, we have Steph's input. Anyone else got an idea?"

None of the other girls said a word.

Amy sighed. "Ok. We'll give it a try. Not like we have anything to lose."

Stephanie smiled and ran out to the dining area. She found an electrical outlet near the bar and plugged the machine in. "Ready?" she asked.

"Just turn the damn thing on!" Deanna yelled.

Steph flipped the switch causing the wheel of bubble wands to spin. The machine started blowing air. Soon tiny spheres of soap started floating through the air.

The machine was on for 5 minutes before someone noticed something wasn't right. "Not one of these bubbles has popped yet." Brittany commented.

"That's weird." Steph said. She poked at one of the bubbles. The clear surface indented a bit, but bounced back to its round shape.

"I better shut it down until we figure this out." Steph said and walked toward the machine.

She was almost to the machine when she heard a scream. She spun around quickly to see Samantha completely covered in the bubbles. They were all pressing against her, not allowing the woman to move.

Deanna grabbed a fork off one of the tables and stabbed the bubbles, but the prongs went through the bubble without popping it.

Sam screamed again as she was lifted off her feet. Deanna grabbed on to her, but was lifted off her feet too.

The blonde was freaking out. As she rose into the air, her body was turned so that her back was parallel to the ceiling. One minute later her back touched the ceiling. Deanna lost her grip and fell to the floor and landed on her shapely butt.

Steph watched in shock, completely forgetting to turn the machine off, causing more bubbles to form.

The room was filling up now. The bubbles started bouncing off each other and fused making larger bubbles. The waitresses were poking and prodding in hopes of popping the spheres, but were unable to.

Amy was undeterred. She poked the bubbles so hard that her fork actually went inside one of them. She attempted to pull it out, but had no luck.

Instead to her shock, 4 bubbles were each floating her way. The scared redhead backed up but soon found herself against the wall. The bubble drew closer. She closed her eyes and awaited the worst. She could feel the soap pushing against her hands.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself spread eagle against the wall. Each of her hands was encased inside a bubble. Then she looked down and saw her feet encased too.

She tried to pull herself off the wall, but couldn't budge. "HELP!" she yelled.

"AMY!" Brittney yelled out and started to run to the redhead's rescue. She tried to take a step, but fell on face, causing her breasts to be squished against her body.

"What's going on!?!" he half screamed half asked as she pulled herself up. Looking down, she saw her feet were inside of bubbles, making her unable to walk.

More and more bubbles joined the ones containing her feet causing the two bubbles to comes one as they moved up legs.

Brittney helplessly watched as another bubble floated toward her. She tried to push it off, but it landed on her womanhood, sending a wave of pleasure through her body.

     As the blonde was fighting a climax, the bubble holding her legs had now reached her knees.

The woman was frantically poking at the bubble on her crotch. All that happened was wave after wave of pleasure was coursing through her body as pressure was placed on her womanhood.

Finally, the bubble her legs were in was now up to her tiny waist. It touched the crotch bubble, sending the woman over the edge and into a climax.

Melanie grabbed hold of Brittney's arms and tried to pull he coworker free. The more the woman pulled, the more the bubble rubbed against Brittney's female area.

"Your (pant) not (pant) helping!" the blonde yelled. The tugging lead to a third climax. She was out of breath and wasn't able to warn Melanie about the massive bubble behind her.

Melanie felt something touch her back. She spun around and came face to face with her own reflection in the surface of a bubble as tall as she was.

Mel back away slowly in fear. She didn't see a chair in her way. The woman tripped and raised her arms to shield herself.

It didn't do any good, as her arms sank through the soapy skin. She tried to pull them out, but only managed to pull the bubble closer.

Not thinking clearly, she tried putting her feet on the bubble for leverage. Slowly they sank in as well.

Melanie fell onto her back as her arms and legs were trapped. Slowly the bubble crept down. Soon it was at point where it touched the tip of her large rack, pulling them in as well and sending a tingling feeling through the woman's body.

Mel tried in vain to push off the clear orb, but it touched the tip of her nose and pulled her face in.

Within a few seconds, the woman was completely inside the bubble. She stood up and pounded on the sides of her prison. The bubble would stretch out a little, but wouldn't let her pass back through the skin.

Stephanie freaked out and ran to the bubble holding her friend. She pressed against the outside in the same spots Mel pressed on inside.

"Don't worry. I'll get you out of there." she promised.

The other bubbles however would not let that happen. They pushed against the blonde's back, pressing her against the soap of the bubble with Mel in it.

Harder and harder the bubbles pushed. Steph though she was about to pass out from lack of air, when suddenly she fell through the soap.

She fell face forward and her head handed on Melanie's ample chest. Unintentionally, Steph put her hands on Mel's tits and pushed herself off.

The cell mates each pushed against opposite sides of there shared prison in hopes of weakening it.

"I'm not going down without a fight." Deanna said defiantly. She grabbed a large knife off the bar and ran at a huge bubble coming her way.

The knife impacted the bubble and bounced off harmlessly. The knife flew out of the woman's hand and fell to the floor.

Deanna closed her eyes and screamed as she felt a tingling feeling meaning her boobs were being encased.

When the feeling passed, she opened her eyes. She screamed when she saw her body inside the bubble. Only her head, hands, and feet were free. The bubble lifted a few inches off the floor and floated there as the captive did her best to move any part of her body.

Remembering the task at hand, Lindsey tried to make it to the machine to switch it off. Soon she was standing in front of the shop vac looking device. Small bubbles were small being created. As she fought her way to it, everything took on a tinted look as bubbles covered her eyes.

More and more bubbles spewed from the machine taking in her mouth and nose. All the tiny bubbles soon came together and encased all of the woman's head.

Lindsey instinctively reached up and poked the soapy helmet, but her fingers only indented it a bit. Then she placed her hand on the bottom of the bubble and pushed upwards, but it didn't do any good.

The reservoir with the bubble solution was finally empty meaning no more bubbles were created. All the bubbles the machine did make all came together making the prisons for the 7 waitresses.

"The hell is going on out here?" a heavyset, balding man said as he came out of his office.

He took a look around and saw Stephanie and Melanie both inside the same giant bubble. Then he saw Deanna floating off the floor with only her head, hands, and feet out. Brittney had her lower body inside and Amy was bound to the wall by her hands and feet.  Lindsey was pulling the plug of some kind of machine on the bar. A large bubble encased her head.

"What is going on?" he asked a little more forcefully.

"Steph brought this machine to make bubbles. It went haywire and did this all to us. You got to help us Scott" Lindsey said. Her voice echoed inside the bubble.

Scott looked around still in shock. "Where's Samantha?" he asked.

Lindsey pointed up. Scott looked up to see Samantha helplessly stuck to the ceiling surrounded by tiny bubbles.

Scott picked up a fork off a table and walked over to the bubble with Stephanie and Melanie. He stabbed it, but the fork bounced off.

"We already tried that!" Amy snapped from her position on the wall.

Ignoring her, Scott tried ever sharp object he could find to free his staff.

An hour later, a pair of guys walked into the restaurant. On was wearing a Dallas Cowboys hat, a plain gray t-shirt, and blue jeans. The other one had short jet-black hair, a green sweatshirt, and blue jeans.

"Holy Shit!" the one in the hat yelled as he saw the bubbled women. He walked over to Stephanie and Melanie to get a better look.

"This is awesome!" his buddy said pulling out a cell phone and making a call.

"Mark!" he said to the person on the other end of the line. "We're at Hooters. Get down here. You have GOT to see this." there was a momentary pause. "You won't believe me if I tell you. Just get here ASAP."

He hung up and looked at his friend. The man in the hat found his way to Amy against the wall. Without a moments hesitation, he reached out and squeezed her right breast.

"STOP THAT!" the redhead demanded.

Within 2 hours word had spread. The restaurant was overflowing with guys gawking at the women trapped in bubbles.

Scott looked around. The place wasn't even this packed for the Super Bowl. Quickly he made a sign and put it out front announcing a $20 cover charge to stare at the "Bubble Girls"

No one complained about the new charge just to get in.