Wendy, the fiery beauty from our school days, has always been known for her striking black hair. She's been serving up more than just wings at Hooters, and today, she's dealing with the spiciest customer of all—Eric Cartman, that chubby, obnoxious nightmare.

Wendy, Heidi, and Bebe, the Hooters trio, have been putting up with Cartman's antics for way too long. It's like he thinks he owns the place, strutting in with that smug grin, demanding "extra spicy" everything. And today, he took it a step further. Wendy was just trying to do her job, serving up his order of spicy wings, when Cartman decided to get handsy. He smacked her ass, the smack echoing across the whole place, her backside rippled from the contact.. He smirked, thinking it was all fun and games. Wendy was left standing there, blushing and shocked, while the wings went flying off the plate. Cartman, with his usual charm, said, "I asked for EXTRA spicy wings, bitch!" leaving Bebe muttering, "I hate it when Cartman comes here."

Wendy stormed into the kitchen, her face red with anger.

Wendy: "Ugh! I hate how that stupid fatass gets to me!" She wiped the sweat off her face with a towel, still fuming.

Wendy: "You won't believe what he just did to me!" she exclaimed, her voice shaking with frustration.

Wendy: "It's like he doesn't even care about boundaries! He's even worse than when we were kids! Ugh!"

She crossed her arms under her flat chest, her eyes flashing with anger.

Wendy: "I see why Heidi dumped his sorry ass!" Wendy ranted on, her voice echoing in the kitchen.

Wendy: "He's like a man-child! Like, Jesus, Eric! I just want him out of here! Damn it!" As she talked, some strands of her black hair fell into her face, which she brushed away, straightening her Hooters outfit. Despite her anger, you couldn't help but notice how good she looked. Wendy's always been a knockout, and working at Hooters has only accentuated her assets. Her curves are on full display, and her black hair gives her an irresistible allure. It's no wonder she's a fan favorite among the customers, even if some of them, like Cartman, don't know how to behave.

Wendy's rant continued, her voice filled with a mix of anger and exasperation.

Wendy: "He thinks he can do whatever he wants, just because he's a regular. Well, I've had enough of his crap!" She kicked a stool, sending it clattering across the kitchen floor. Wendy: "I just want him out of here!"

As Wendy stormed out of the kitchen, you couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and sympathy. Amusement at Cartman's antics and the chaos he always seems to create, and sympathy for Wendy, who has to put up with his nonsense day in and day out. It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it. And Wendy, with her fiery spirit and stunning looks, is more than up to the task. Even if it means dealing with the likes of Eric Cartman.

Now, let's talk about Wendy's backside. It's a sight to behold, perfectly rounded and firm, thanks to her years of cheerleading and her dedication to staying fit. Her Hooters uniform does little to hide her assets, and her short skirt and low-cut top leave little to the imagination. Her legs are long and toned, and her ass is high and tight, a result of countless hours of practice and hard work. It's no wonder that customers can't help but stare when she walks by, and it's a sight that never fails to turn heads.

Wendy's confidence in her appearance is evident in the way she carries herself. She walks with a swagger, her hips swaying naturally with each step. Her black hair bounces with each movement, and her skin glows under the restaurant's lights. She knows she looks good, and she's not afraid to show it off. It's a quality that makes her even more alluring, and it's one of the many reasons why she's such a hit with the customers.