His precious kitten, p.3
His Precious Kitten, page 3
“You want your good night kiss or not?” my grip on his hands loosen a bit and boss notices it. His smile tells me he does.
“But I can’t let you touch me…”
“I see” he murmurs removing his hands from mine. Something makes me sad when he does that. “Well, then I guess I’ll give your good night kiss to Angela” he says getting up from the bed.
“Who’s Angela?” I ask sitting up instantly in my bed. I don’t know why but I don’t like him going far away from me. I want him close to me.
The crow’s feet on both the sides of his eyes shows up as he turns to me with a huge teasing smile on his face
“Why should I tell you that?”
“I was just asking…” my face flushes crimson and I lower my eyes on the bed. Boss is standing over my head and I can feel his eyes on me, he is gauging my reaction again.
“Let’s make a deal” he sighs and corks his index finger under my chin and pulls my chin up to look at him “you let me help you change and I’ll introduce you to Angela”
“I don’t want to meet her”
“Jealous, kitten?”
“No, I am not”
No I am far more than jealous, and god knows why!
“Fine, then I’ll just leave. Good night” he turns to leave.
Shit! No! I don’t want him to leave.
“I can tell you what I want” he stops and turns back to me with a mocking quirked brow.
“What do you want?” Double shit! I didn’t think about that, I just said that to stop him. But now I’ve to tell him something, and that’s when it comes in my mind
“Ice cream”
“Ice cream?”
“Ice cream. Chocolate flavor. I love it”
He is biting his tongue to stop the laughter at my childish demand, but what else I can ask in return. I just wanted to stop him.
But what’s more important now is that if he agreed, he would get a chance to undress me. The thing scares me but the excitement of him touching me is far more than that.
His rough hands on my skin! Maybe more than just his rough hands on my skin!
“Deal. Ice cream. Chocolate flavor. Now let me change your clothes”
My mouth dries up as his hands move to the top most button of my blouse “Ready?” I nod slowly, still wide eyed.
One by one he opens all the buttons of my blouse and moves both the sides off my shoulders. I am wearing a simple white cotton bra underneath. My breasts are not that big so I don’t need a special bra to hold them up, but I really wish I had worn some stylish bra for the day. It’s embarrassing to sit in front of a full suited man in a cheap white cotton bra.
I look up at him and he is looking at my breasts, his eyes filled with hunger.
My crotch is getting wet and I close my thighs tight to hide the wetness under my short skirt.
He is excited with what’s going on and so am I. Though he isn’t trying to hide his excitement from me like I am. His crotch area is budging up into a big mound right now.
He bends me forward toward his waist and my face is right face to face with the most scary part of him. He seems huge.
I stiffen as his hands move to my back to open the hook of my bra and a hitch sound escapes from my throat when he finally removes the small piece covering me.
Swallowing the saliva loudly I look up at him and his eyes are almost twinkling at the sides as he gawks at my now-uncovered breasts.
The hunger in his eyes intensifies, making me squirm and I move my knees up close to my torso to hide my bare chest behind them but his hand is instantly on my knee, blocking my move.
“No! Kitten. You shouldn’t do that” he pushes my knees back on the bed and I let him.
He keeps gawking at my pink now stone hard nipples for long moments and then finally, he clears his throat and moves his gaze aside.
“Come on, you will get cold. Hands up in the air” I move my hands up as he said and he passes them through the loops of the t-shirt. “Lie down” Once the t-shirt is on me, he pushes me down.
His hands move to my skirt waistband and my breathing stops. I don’t want him to see the state of my panties. “I’ll remove it on my own”
“Arch your back up!” he half shouts and my body turns icy when I see his narrowed eyes.
“B-but…”
“I said Arch. Your. Back. Up”
“Can I cover myself with a blanket first?”
“Fine. But then you are going to get a flying good night kiss” the excitement wins again.
Even though I am pretending I don’t want him to touch me, but somewhere I really want to feel his lips on my skin, so that I can replay it in my mind when I get back to home, lying in my bed at night all alone.
“You want a flying good night kiss, kitten?” I shake my head no “good, then arch your back” this time I do.
He tucks the skirt down from my waist to my ankles and then off me, but before he could see further I jump for the blanket and cover myself.
I am scared, with the way he is looking at me, with the way his whole body his quivering with need. I don’t know what would happen if he saw me like that. Panties so damp, for him.
He looks up at me with questioning eyes “you said you wanted to help me change, now I’ve changed” I shrug my shoulders like it’s a no biggie and he finally he lightens up and laughs. His laugh is devilish.
“It’s fine” he sits right next to me and my breathing stops “now it’s time for your first bedtime kiss” my whole body stuns- my first bed time kiss, the idea sounds great but I know I would be leaving in a few days then there would be no bed time kisses.
He kisses on my forehead and my skin prickles, “Good night, Kitten”
“Good night, umm… boss” his lips open but he doesn’t say further. He brushes my hairs back with his hand and stands up to leave. I grasp his hand before he could leave
“Wait! My ice cream!”
“You said ice cream, you didn’t say right now. Good night” he says and I pucker my lips as I remove my hand from his. Clever man!...
“Close your eyes now” I close my eyes and feel him pulling my wrist up.
He tucks the Barbie I’ve dressed before between my arm and I pull it close to myself sighing loudly ready to sleep. I feel his lips on my forehead again “my good girl”
The light turns off and I hear the door shut as he closes it behind him.
2
My eyes flicker open and the room is already lightened with sun light coming from the open windows, the breeze coming from outside makes my teeth clatter and I cover myself back with my blanket.
My mind awakes, the first memory that comes in is from the last night, how Boss came to my room to- what did he say? put me to bed.
It was the best good night sleep I’ve ever slept. My body feels giddy every time I remember how he kissed me in front of the head mistress, and then before putting me to bed when he came back to my room and undressed me, and even dressed me back, same like I did with my doll.
My Doll?
I slap my palm on the bed inside the covers but it is nowhere in between the sheets. I remember him tucking the Barbie in my arm crook, then where is it now?
I get up on my elbows to search it on above the blanket but no, it’s not there. The Barbie is gone.
My eyes move to the open window and then again I don’t remember touching the window ever since I’ve arrived in this room, and I am certain it was locked before.
Even Boss didn’t open it, or did he? My mind jumps with fear and I jackknife in my bed.
Somebody came into my room when I was asleep, but who? Maybe he came back to check up on me?
Why would he do that? Didn’t he lock the door after him?
Shit! I’ve gone out of my mind.
I let a stranger come into my room and undress me and then redress me again. What was I thinking?
Am I insane? Shit! Olivia you are seriously insane.
I promise myself that I’ll lock the door myself every time I’ll enter the room ever again. And I won’t let him undress me again, maybe.
Removing the blanket, I put my feet down on the floor, and my eyes fall on the side table. A glass of milk? Where did that come from?
Well no doubt from where? Boss.
Well, first I don’t like milk and second, I am not going to have a single thing I don’t know where it came from.
Jumping out of bed, I start pulling out my toiletries from the bag I’d already dumped on the washbasin counter last night and start brushing my teeth.
I need to get ready for my day. I came here to work, not to have sex with the owner. I repeat the mantra in my mind as I finish my morning routine.
I am the last person to enter the hall, all the other girls are already lined up in front of the Head mistress, who is ready to bark her orders again.
If it was up to me, I’d have fired her right away. The lady doesn’t say, she barks, all the time. Even if she wants you to smile more politely, she will shout the order harshly herself.
Well, never mind we all know the usual drill, not to talk if not asked, always smile no matter what, don’t linger on somebody’ head- we all have been taught this every time we are required to serve at the party, but yup! we are rehearsing it for the first time, or at least I am rehearsing it for the first time.
“Olivia, come join the line” the Lady SAYS, wow! She says it.
I never got a chance to talk to her before now, but since the last two days she has been shouting at all the girls non-stop, and now she is telling me to join the line politely. That’s a wonder, well maybe not.
She knows her boss kissed me good bye.
Huh! Of all girls he kissed me good bye, and even kissed me good night but they don’t need to know that part.
“Sorry I lost my way, that’s why I am late” I reply as I join the line of white apron girls.
“It’s okay! You are new here. We all took our time to remember the way.”
What?
I am the only new girl here? I look around to confirm what the lady just said and judging by the stillness of the girls, yup I am the only new girl here.
The ones who came here with me to work here temporarily are all on the first floor, helping room service and cleaning after in the suites.
“Anyways, as I was saying you all are going to serve to your allotted couples at the party. Number 12, Mr. Jess and his girl would be arriving tonight, so be ready to receive them”
“Yes! Mistress”
“Number 24, you arranged Brazilian waxing for Mr. Patron’s girl like he requested?”
Brazilian waxing?
“The professional is already waiting for me to bring Little Annie to her, Mistress”
Little Annie?
I keep hearing the orders head mistress gives to the girls and each and every word she says confuses me more than the other. All the other girls are dealing with it nicely though, not at all like me – standing openmouthed with flushed face.
“Good” she puffs finally stopping to take a breath “Now, Number 27, Boss has asked you to bring Olivia to his office. Now”
My mind jump starts when I hear my name on her lips.
Boss wants to meet me?
But he could have just called for me, why number 27 has to take me to him? And don’t I get to decide when I want to go and meet him?
Well, the latter is tough because he is literally my boss, no matter what he had done last night.
“Olivia?” I jump startled when I hear head mistress calling me?
“Yes!”
“Go with number 27, Boss is waiting for you”
Excitement and confusion both fill me at once, but the only way to find out what’s going on is to go with the girl – Number 27.
Wait! I didn’t get a number or an alphabet yet? I turn to the head mistress to ask the same but she is already on her way out. Later maybe.
Number 27 is waiting by my side. I give her a smile which she responds, but her eyes are telling me otherwise. The girl doesn’t like me, her lips are curved in a big smile but, her eyes are glaring me with fire.
“Come on, Olivia. We are getting late. Your Boss doesn’t like to wait” she offers me her hand, and my brows furrow. Are we old childhood friends, or nursery students who are going to walk in the corridor hand in hand.
“I am fine, thankyou” I skirt past her rejecting her proffered hand and start to exit. Once I am out, I turn toward her, she is right behind me, but I don’t know the way to his office, so I need to follow her this time and the tall, tan skinned, petite, black hair waitress knows it.
“Everything Okay, Olivia?” she asks as I stand there looking at her. My eyes narrow with disgust.
“Where to?” she smirks almost making fun of me and offers me her hand again.
“We have some rules here.”
I really want to smash her head somewhere, but I have some rules too. So instead of smashing her head I take her hand this time and hold it so tightly that it makes her cringe.
“Ow! Don’t think for a sec that I am not going to report it to the boss” she snaps.
This time I chuckle, she can report it to anybody she wants. In my one and a half year of working experience I’ve already learned that nobody cares for the fight going on between the waitresses unless it affects the work, and in this case, I don’t see any reason for anybody to be interested in our little cat fight.
She starts walking toward the right side of the corridor where I think must be Boss’s office. She is holding my hand in hers, pulling me with her and I follow loosely behind her.
I don’t know why the corridors here are so dark, the curtains are open and the light is coming inside but still the darkness in the environment is always present.
We take a turn and to my surprise we reach the lobby at the entrance. This place has got some architecture. It took me twenty straight minutes to find the corridor where boss dropped me yesterday and now I see, it’s just one turn from the lobby.
Amazing!
We walk past the bar where some men are now enjoying their lazy drinks during the daytime, and some men are just sitting on the tables chatting and laughing with beers and scotches in their hands.
We pass the closed doors again like the first time I came here, but to my surprise the sun room now has some more men sitting in the bright sun.
“Why there are only men all around?” I ask as we make our way to the office.
“The girls are getting ready for the night” number 27 replies without turning to look at me.
My nose wrinkles “For night? It’s not even afternoon”
She chuckles “I know. But it’s their spa time, so that they could take a proper sleep after it and get ready before the party begins, their daddies won’t want them tired and dull at the party”
My legs stop moving, making her stop too and turn to me “Daddies? This is a sex club!” she shrugs and turns to walk again “but listen…”
“If you want to know more, just ask Boss about it, not me”
We stop at the door and she knocks two times and enters the door. I start to follow behind her “Wait” my feet stop “stand here, he will call you” and with that she closes the door on me, while I stand there confused as ever.
After almost a minute the door opens again, and I see number 27 standing in front of a classy dark wood desk. My heels stop clicking as I enter the carpeted floor of Boss’s Office. I look behind the door once inside, but there is nobody, the door is automated, it opened on its own.
Money bag!
Number 27 coughs lightly, bringing me back to the reality and I move forward slowly, taking small steps until I reach in 27’s arm length. Once I am near, she pulls my hand to stand beside her.
Boss is sitting at his desk with his fingers locked under his chin, elbows resting on the arms of his desk chair which has a huge headboard than the usual, one of those what kings have. Well, he is the king of this place.
“Thank you, 27. You may leave now” he is looking at me, not even giving her a single glance while saying it. My mouth dries up when I see his eyes darkening, I know whatever he has in his mind isn’t good for me.
Number 27 nods and leaves my hand finally, turning toward the door to leave.
I keep standing there looking at him with my head bowed down, he is eying me from head to toe, making me feel uncomfortable. Then he finally removes his fingers from under his chin and bends forward to rest his elbows on his desk.
“Why did you squeeze 27’s hand?” He asks almost disappointed with me.
The air inside me blows off, I feel like a deflated balloon now. For some reason I squirm a bit too.
“I didn’t. I just held it normally” I feel like a small kid again- caught doing something bad.
“Did you?” he asks in his deep threatening voice, his brow arched up.
Feeling little ashamed I lower my eyes to the floor.
My toes are digging in the soles of my heels with fear. I don’t know what to say, he knows I am lying and the way he is gawking at me, I am unable to say anything in my defense. So I stand there without saying anything at all.
Finally, he sighs. “Why did you lie about not doing it?” he says in less threating tone this time.
“I -I am sorry. I didn’t want to”
“Didn’t want to lie, or didn’t want to upset 27?”
“Both” my eyes are still on the floor, but I hear him exhale loudly like he is trying to control his anger.
Chapter 4
Livi
“Come here” not wanting to make him angry further, I move forward to stand near the edge of his side of the table “Closer” I move forward so that I am now standing right beside his chair “look at me”
Gathering all the courage I have, I finally ascend my eyes to look at him.
My hands are grasped together in front of me tightly with fear, so tight that my nails are digging into my palms, but I try to look calm from the outside as he rakes me again with his eyes from head to toe.
He turns and points toward the coffee table on the other side of the room.
“What’s that?”
Following his gaze, I turn to look at what he is looking at and my breathing stops
“But I can’t let you touch me…”
“I see” he murmurs removing his hands from mine. Something makes me sad when he does that. “Well, then I guess I’ll give your good night kiss to Angela” he says getting up from the bed.
“Who’s Angela?” I ask sitting up instantly in my bed. I don’t know why but I don’t like him going far away from me. I want him close to me.
The crow’s feet on both the sides of his eyes shows up as he turns to me with a huge teasing smile on his face
“Why should I tell you that?”
“I was just asking…” my face flushes crimson and I lower my eyes on the bed. Boss is standing over my head and I can feel his eyes on me, he is gauging my reaction again.
“Let’s make a deal” he sighs and corks his index finger under my chin and pulls my chin up to look at him “you let me help you change and I’ll introduce you to Angela”
“I don’t want to meet her”
“Jealous, kitten?”
“No, I am not”
No I am far more than jealous, and god knows why!
“Fine, then I’ll just leave. Good night” he turns to leave.
Shit! No! I don’t want him to leave.
“I can tell you what I want” he stops and turns back to me with a mocking quirked brow.
“What do you want?” Double shit! I didn’t think about that, I just said that to stop him. But now I’ve to tell him something, and that’s when it comes in my mind
“Ice cream”
“Ice cream?”
“Ice cream. Chocolate flavor. I love it”
He is biting his tongue to stop the laughter at my childish demand, but what else I can ask in return. I just wanted to stop him.
But what’s more important now is that if he agreed, he would get a chance to undress me. The thing scares me but the excitement of him touching me is far more than that.
His rough hands on my skin! Maybe more than just his rough hands on my skin!
“Deal. Ice cream. Chocolate flavor. Now let me change your clothes”
My mouth dries up as his hands move to the top most button of my blouse “Ready?” I nod slowly, still wide eyed.
One by one he opens all the buttons of my blouse and moves both the sides off my shoulders. I am wearing a simple white cotton bra underneath. My breasts are not that big so I don’t need a special bra to hold them up, but I really wish I had worn some stylish bra for the day. It’s embarrassing to sit in front of a full suited man in a cheap white cotton bra.
I look up at him and he is looking at my breasts, his eyes filled with hunger.
My crotch is getting wet and I close my thighs tight to hide the wetness under my short skirt.
He is excited with what’s going on and so am I. Though he isn’t trying to hide his excitement from me like I am. His crotch area is budging up into a big mound right now.
He bends me forward toward his waist and my face is right face to face with the most scary part of him. He seems huge.
I stiffen as his hands move to my back to open the hook of my bra and a hitch sound escapes from my throat when he finally removes the small piece covering me.
Swallowing the saliva loudly I look up at him and his eyes are almost twinkling at the sides as he gawks at my now-uncovered breasts.
The hunger in his eyes intensifies, making me squirm and I move my knees up close to my torso to hide my bare chest behind them but his hand is instantly on my knee, blocking my move.
“No! Kitten. You shouldn’t do that” he pushes my knees back on the bed and I let him.
He keeps gawking at my pink now stone hard nipples for long moments and then finally, he clears his throat and moves his gaze aside.
“Come on, you will get cold. Hands up in the air” I move my hands up as he said and he passes them through the loops of the t-shirt. “Lie down” Once the t-shirt is on me, he pushes me down.
His hands move to my skirt waistband and my breathing stops. I don’t want him to see the state of my panties. “I’ll remove it on my own”
“Arch your back up!” he half shouts and my body turns icy when I see his narrowed eyes.
“B-but…”
“I said Arch. Your. Back. Up”
“Can I cover myself with a blanket first?”
“Fine. But then you are going to get a flying good night kiss” the excitement wins again.
Even though I am pretending I don’t want him to touch me, but somewhere I really want to feel his lips on my skin, so that I can replay it in my mind when I get back to home, lying in my bed at night all alone.
“You want a flying good night kiss, kitten?” I shake my head no “good, then arch your back” this time I do.
He tucks the skirt down from my waist to my ankles and then off me, but before he could see further I jump for the blanket and cover myself.
I am scared, with the way he is looking at me, with the way his whole body his quivering with need. I don’t know what would happen if he saw me like that. Panties so damp, for him.
He looks up at me with questioning eyes “you said you wanted to help me change, now I’ve changed” I shrug my shoulders like it’s a no biggie and he finally he lightens up and laughs. His laugh is devilish.
“It’s fine” he sits right next to me and my breathing stops “now it’s time for your first bedtime kiss” my whole body stuns- my first bed time kiss, the idea sounds great but I know I would be leaving in a few days then there would be no bed time kisses.
He kisses on my forehead and my skin prickles, “Good night, Kitten”
“Good night, umm… boss” his lips open but he doesn’t say further. He brushes my hairs back with his hand and stands up to leave. I grasp his hand before he could leave
“Wait! My ice cream!”
“You said ice cream, you didn’t say right now. Good night” he says and I pucker my lips as I remove my hand from his. Clever man!...
“Close your eyes now” I close my eyes and feel him pulling my wrist up.
He tucks the Barbie I’ve dressed before between my arm and I pull it close to myself sighing loudly ready to sleep. I feel his lips on my forehead again “my good girl”
The light turns off and I hear the door shut as he closes it behind him.
2
My eyes flicker open and the room is already lightened with sun light coming from the open windows, the breeze coming from outside makes my teeth clatter and I cover myself back with my blanket.
My mind awakes, the first memory that comes in is from the last night, how Boss came to my room to- what did he say? put me to bed.
It was the best good night sleep I’ve ever slept. My body feels giddy every time I remember how he kissed me in front of the head mistress, and then before putting me to bed when he came back to my room and undressed me, and even dressed me back, same like I did with my doll.
My Doll?
I slap my palm on the bed inside the covers but it is nowhere in between the sheets. I remember him tucking the Barbie in my arm crook, then where is it now?
I get up on my elbows to search it on above the blanket but no, it’s not there. The Barbie is gone.
My eyes move to the open window and then again I don’t remember touching the window ever since I’ve arrived in this room, and I am certain it was locked before.
Even Boss didn’t open it, or did he? My mind jumps with fear and I jackknife in my bed.
Somebody came into my room when I was asleep, but who? Maybe he came back to check up on me?
Why would he do that? Didn’t he lock the door after him?
Shit! I’ve gone out of my mind.
I let a stranger come into my room and undress me and then redress me again. What was I thinking?
Am I insane? Shit! Olivia you are seriously insane.
I promise myself that I’ll lock the door myself every time I’ll enter the room ever again. And I won’t let him undress me again, maybe.
Removing the blanket, I put my feet down on the floor, and my eyes fall on the side table. A glass of milk? Where did that come from?
Well no doubt from where? Boss.
Well, first I don’t like milk and second, I am not going to have a single thing I don’t know where it came from.
Jumping out of bed, I start pulling out my toiletries from the bag I’d already dumped on the washbasin counter last night and start brushing my teeth.
I need to get ready for my day. I came here to work, not to have sex with the owner. I repeat the mantra in my mind as I finish my morning routine.
I am the last person to enter the hall, all the other girls are already lined up in front of the Head mistress, who is ready to bark her orders again.
If it was up to me, I’d have fired her right away. The lady doesn’t say, she barks, all the time. Even if she wants you to smile more politely, she will shout the order harshly herself.
Well, never mind we all know the usual drill, not to talk if not asked, always smile no matter what, don’t linger on somebody’ head- we all have been taught this every time we are required to serve at the party, but yup! we are rehearsing it for the first time, or at least I am rehearsing it for the first time.
“Olivia, come join the line” the Lady SAYS, wow! She says it.
I never got a chance to talk to her before now, but since the last two days she has been shouting at all the girls non-stop, and now she is telling me to join the line politely. That’s a wonder, well maybe not.
She knows her boss kissed me good bye.
Huh! Of all girls he kissed me good bye, and even kissed me good night but they don’t need to know that part.
“Sorry I lost my way, that’s why I am late” I reply as I join the line of white apron girls.
“It’s okay! You are new here. We all took our time to remember the way.”
What?
I am the only new girl here? I look around to confirm what the lady just said and judging by the stillness of the girls, yup I am the only new girl here.
The ones who came here with me to work here temporarily are all on the first floor, helping room service and cleaning after in the suites.
“Anyways, as I was saying you all are going to serve to your allotted couples at the party. Number 12, Mr. Jess and his girl would be arriving tonight, so be ready to receive them”
“Yes! Mistress”
“Number 24, you arranged Brazilian waxing for Mr. Patron’s girl like he requested?”
Brazilian waxing?
“The professional is already waiting for me to bring Little Annie to her, Mistress”
Little Annie?
I keep hearing the orders head mistress gives to the girls and each and every word she says confuses me more than the other. All the other girls are dealing with it nicely though, not at all like me – standing openmouthed with flushed face.
“Good” she puffs finally stopping to take a breath “Now, Number 27, Boss has asked you to bring Olivia to his office. Now”
My mind jump starts when I hear my name on her lips.
Boss wants to meet me?
But he could have just called for me, why number 27 has to take me to him? And don’t I get to decide when I want to go and meet him?
Well, the latter is tough because he is literally my boss, no matter what he had done last night.
“Olivia?” I jump startled when I hear head mistress calling me?
“Yes!”
“Go with number 27, Boss is waiting for you”
Excitement and confusion both fill me at once, but the only way to find out what’s going on is to go with the girl – Number 27.
Wait! I didn’t get a number or an alphabet yet? I turn to the head mistress to ask the same but she is already on her way out. Later maybe.
Number 27 is waiting by my side. I give her a smile which she responds, but her eyes are telling me otherwise. The girl doesn’t like me, her lips are curved in a big smile but, her eyes are glaring me with fire.
“Come on, Olivia. We are getting late. Your Boss doesn’t like to wait” she offers me her hand, and my brows furrow. Are we old childhood friends, or nursery students who are going to walk in the corridor hand in hand.
“I am fine, thankyou” I skirt past her rejecting her proffered hand and start to exit. Once I am out, I turn toward her, she is right behind me, but I don’t know the way to his office, so I need to follow her this time and the tall, tan skinned, petite, black hair waitress knows it.
“Everything Okay, Olivia?” she asks as I stand there looking at her. My eyes narrow with disgust.
“Where to?” she smirks almost making fun of me and offers me her hand again.
“We have some rules here.”
I really want to smash her head somewhere, but I have some rules too. So instead of smashing her head I take her hand this time and hold it so tightly that it makes her cringe.
“Ow! Don’t think for a sec that I am not going to report it to the boss” she snaps.
This time I chuckle, she can report it to anybody she wants. In my one and a half year of working experience I’ve already learned that nobody cares for the fight going on between the waitresses unless it affects the work, and in this case, I don’t see any reason for anybody to be interested in our little cat fight.
She starts walking toward the right side of the corridor where I think must be Boss’s office. She is holding my hand in hers, pulling me with her and I follow loosely behind her.
I don’t know why the corridors here are so dark, the curtains are open and the light is coming inside but still the darkness in the environment is always present.
We take a turn and to my surprise we reach the lobby at the entrance. This place has got some architecture. It took me twenty straight minutes to find the corridor where boss dropped me yesterday and now I see, it’s just one turn from the lobby.
Amazing!
We walk past the bar where some men are now enjoying their lazy drinks during the daytime, and some men are just sitting on the tables chatting and laughing with beers and scotches in their hands.
We pass the closed doors again like the first time I came here, but to my surprise the sun room now has some more men sitting in the bright sun.
“Why there are only men all around?” I ask as we make our way to the office.
“The girls are getting ready for the night” number 27 replies without turning to look at me.
My nose wrinkles “For night? It’s not even afternoon”
She chuckles “I know. But it’s their spa time, so that they could take a proper sleep after it and get ready before the party begins, their daddies won’t want them tired and dull at the party”
My legs stop moving, making her stop too and turn to me “Daddies? This is a sex club!” she shrugs and turns to walk again “but listen…”
“If you want to know more, just ask Boss about it, not me”
We stop at the door and she knocks two times and enters the door. I start to follow behind her “Wait” my feet stop “stand here, he will call you” and with that she closes the door on me, while I stand there confused as ever.
After almost a minute the door opens again, and I see number 27 standing in front of a classy dark wood desk. My heels stop clicking as I enter the carpeted floor of Boss’s Office. I look behind the door once inside, but there is nobody, the door is automated, it opened on its own.
Money bag!
Number 27 coughs lightly, bringing me back to the reality and I move forward slowly, taking small steps until I reach in 27’s arm length. Once I am near, she pulls my hand to stand beside her.
Boss is sitting at his desk with his fingers locked under his chin, elbows resting on the arms of his desk chair which has a huge headboard than the usual, one of those what kings have. Well, he is the king of this place.
“Thank you, 27. You may leave now” he is looking at me, not even giving her a single glance while saying it. My mouth dries up when I see his eyes darkening, I know whatever he has in his mind isn’t good for me.
Number 27 nods and leaves my hand finally, turning toward the door to leave.
I keep standing there looking at him with my head bowed down, he is eying me from head to toe, making me feel uncomfortable. Then he finally removes his fingers from under his chin and bends forward to rest his elbows on his desk.
“Why did you squeeze 27’s hand?” He asks almost disappointed with me.
The air inside me blows off, I feel like a deflated balloon now. For some reason I squirm a bit too.
“I didn’t. I just held it normally” I feel like a small kid again- caught doing something bad.
“Did you?” he asks in his deep threatening voice, his brow arched up.
Feeling little ashamed I lower my eyes to the floor.
My toes are digging in the soles of my heels with fear. I don’t know what to say, he knows I am lying and the way he is gawking at me, I am unable to say anything in my defense. So I stand there without saying anything at all.
Finally, he sighs. “Why did you lie about not doing it?” he says in less threating tone this time.
“I -I am sorry. I didn’t want to”
“Didn’t want to lie, or didn’t want to upset 27?”
“Both” my eyes are still on the floor, but I hear him exhale loudly like he is trying to control his anger.
Chapter 4
Livi
“Come here” not wanting to make him angry further, I move forward to stand near the edge of his side of the table “Closer” I move forward so that I am now standing right beside his chair “look at me”
Gathering all the courage I have, I finally ascend my eyes to look at him.
My hands are grasped together in front of me tightly with fear, so tight that my nails are digging into my palms, but I try to look calm from the outside as he rakes me again with his eyes from head to toe.
He turns and points toward the coffee table on the other side of the room.
“What’s that?”
Following his gaze, I turn to look at what he is looking at and my breathing stops
