A photographer recently hired me for a quickie one-hour photo shoot in his room at the Hooters Hotel in Las Vegas.
The whole experience gave me a few flashbacks to my own days as a Hooters girl in 2006. STOP LAUGHING—they really hired me! Apparently, they hire based on personality and not tit size, since the giant-fake-titted girlfriend I went with did not get hired and I did. Yay! Alas, I only lasted about two weeks. The money SUCKED BALLS for the amount of work (hustling wings and greasy-ass food all day for a $3 tip here, a $2 tip there…no thanx). And they won’t let you wear your hair up—you have to leave it hanging loose (hello…health code???) so that it absorbs all the grease and nastiness. Washing my hair is a long fucking process—I’m not trying to do that EVERY DAY! So I quit.
I was a little sketched out by this photo shoot, since the guy didn’t want me to bring anything and said he already had a Hooters outfit for me (??!)…but it turned out GREAT! Come to find out, the guy runs a pantyhose fetish website and has a special predilection for those industrial-strength orange/brown Hooters Hose that they wear…so he basically just had me put on one of his MANY Hooters costumes (he had them in every size), then photographed me lolling around on the bed in various states of undress. Fun!