Tanja had enough of his shit. Ian had been belligerent, obstinate and in general, an ass. It was simple really, get up, come to work, make pizzas, fold boxes and keep your mouth shut. Marty had already talked to Tanja about Ian twice. Tanja secretly hoped he'd continue to act the way he had. Ian was handsome, built and had hinted at being an Adonis in bed. She could only imagine, and it led her to be distracted from her work after a week. Thoughts of breaking his ego didn't help, either. He'd agreed to do his job and keep his mouth shut, but when she pushed open the door to one of the stands and saw his cup filled with beer, that was the last straw.
Tanja knew she had a choice to either fire Ian, or as her carnal desires were pushing for, punish him on her terms.
"You're going to be disciplined for your actions," she said.
Ian sipped his beer one last time, set the cup down and started to walk past her. "I'll be gone immediately, and collect my paycheck in two weeks at the store."
Tanja grabbed his wrist. "Oh, I'm not going to fire you." Her eyes narrowed.
"You're not?"
"No, I'm not. That wouldn't do either of us any good. You'd go about your day thinking you pulled the wool over some hot supervisor's eyes and I'd get nothing out of it but a large headache." Her body tingled and her pussy grew wet with anticipation. "I'm going to discipline you, instead."
"You are?" By the look on his face, Tanja guessed that Ian wasn't entirely happy with her statement. Her expression changed from angry to an unnerving calmness.
He stepped back.
"Why are you stepping away?" she asked.
"I have better things to do than play with some little girl." She watched Ian slip on his sunglasses even though it was well after dark, pick up the beer cup and take a long sip before setting it back down.
Tanja tightened her grip on Ian's wrist. She pulled him to her and looked straight into his eyes. She licked her lips and swore she saw fear behind those dark glasses. Still, Ian didn't move.
"You're going to do what I say, when I say."
Ian scoffed. "What makes you so sure?"
His tone was driving her crazy. "Because I'm in control, little boy."
Ian frowned. Tanja thrust her chest out at him and knew he could feel the heat radiating from her sexuality.
He thought she was toying with him, so he bent down, wrapped his arms around her and spanned his fingers over the small of her back. He pressed his mouth to hers and sunk his tongue between her lips.
Tanja sucked on his tongue, wrapped her hands around his upper body and dug her nails into him. She walked them both to the hot plates, ignoring the fact that Ian had bumped his head on the heat lamp while she held him in place. She stepped away still in the middle of their kiss and grabbed his crotch. She wasn't surprised to find him hard as a rock.
She broke free of their kiss and massaged his cock through his pants.
Ian moaned and closed his eyes. He tried to move off the hot plate to position her and get a grip on her, but Tanja refused to budge. "I am in control, little man." Tanja took hold of his hair at the base of his neck, pulled his head back slightly.
"I don't think so," Ian said and started to pick Tanja up but her grip on his crotch tightened and he realized she was going to squeeze harder unless he released her.
"This is my game," she said. "Your punishment, your discipline and my game." She slapped his face with her free hand. "You will come with me, hand in hand as we walk out of the stadium tonight and pretend this little incident didn't happen." Tanja ran her fingers up Ian's shoulders and over his neck and face. She watched him shudder. His aroused look changed to shock as she pulled his head back by his ponytail and bit his neck.
The pleasurable pain was enough to make his cock grow even harder in her hand.
"You're going to walk out of here and pretend nothing happened. I'll follow out later. Meet me down on the first floor."
Tanja bit his neck again and sucked hard on his exposed flesh.
Ian loved the way her tongue danced over his skin as she nibbled and hurt him, and felt empty when she stopped. "Go," she commanded. Ian turned around and she slapped his ass as he left.
The door closed and Tanja realized that a fantasy of hers was about to come true.
An hour later, Tanja came down to the kitchen they used as an office and waited for her other employee to come in and sign off before she escorted Ian out with her.
"Tough night," Ann called out.
"Yeah. You ready to leave?"
"I sure am. Have you seen Ian?"
"Not since I sent him to stock the third level suites. Why?"
"He's acting weird. He hasn't said a single thing to me since earlier and he's usually so flirtatious." Ann scratched her forehead. "Is he okay?"
Oh, he's fine all right. "I'm sure he's just tired. It has been a long day for both of us."
"Yup. Back tomorrow for one more day of this shit."
Tanja stood and escorted Ann to the door. "Yeah. Last day."
"See you tomorrow then."
Tanja waved to Ann and went back to her chair. She started to sit, but had another thought. If Ian hadn't shown up, where was he? He certainly wouldn't have been stupid enough to leave already. She remembered the way his cock reacted from her touch.
Tanja picked up the clipboard, clocked Ian and herself out and walked towards the door. She grabbed the keys to the golf cart, climbed in and started it up. She zoomed down the walkways and outside towards the ramps and started the uphill drive when she spotted a figure standing in the shadow, cigarette in his mouth. She headed in his direction, pulled up in front of him and stopped the golf cart.
"Where have you been?"
Ian took a draw on his cigarillo and exhaled. He said nothing, kept his glance down at the ground. Strands of black hair blew against his face.
"I asked you a question."