Cindys Humble Servant Ch 05

The next morning, Peter sat at his desk in his office trying to work, but really waiting to see Cindy log on to the internal message system. His heart was comforted when he saw her name light up, and he was able to focus more on his work, with the soothing presence of her lighted name on the internal message system.

About an hour passed, and then the door behind him opened, and Cindy walked in without knocking. He stood, and said "Good morning, Cindy."

"Good morning, Peter." Her voice was soft and tender.

She sat down on the sofa beside his desk without being asked, and then said to him "Sit down."

He sat down and met her eyes. She was looking at him warmly. She said "Are you ok?"

"I'm ok, thank you Cindy."

She gave him a caring and slightly worried half smile. "You know Laura and Steve are not very good people."

"I know that Cindy."

"I am friends with them now because they are funny, and I have fun with them. They will not stay in China for long though. They don't mean so much to me. You have been my colleague for six years, and maybe we will work together for long time." Her voice was so soft and so tender: he loved her so much. Being near her though was like standing in fire.

"That's what I want, Cindy, I want to work together with you forever."

She watched his face closely with Siddhartha eyes. She looked down, and then up again to his eyes. "Brian want you give me your bank card and your credit card."

Peter took out his wallet, and handed her his bank card and his credit card. She took these, and put them in her purse, then again met his eyes. "You know you can trust me. I will look after your money. Brian want to take these cards, but I told him I take them."

"Thank you Cindy. Of course I know I can trust you. I will always trust you. You are the only one in the world I can trust."

"Thank you Peter," she said sincerely. "When you need money you tell me. When I give it to you, you can sign in here," she held up a notebook, "so we can keep record."

"Thank you Cindy."

She smiled from one side of her mouth, and then sighed sadly. She looked into his eyes again.

"I give you warning. You won't find what you want. You be careful Peter. Sometimes young woman is attracted to man who is master, to man who is cruel. If you are Brian's slave, you push me to him more. I am normal young woman. I like the man who is strong. Also, I hate weak man. When I see how low you let him push you, it make me feel I hate you, make me feel you are disgusting. Peter, I don't want to hate you."

She ceased speaking, and looked deeply into his eyes for a response. He held her frank and honest eyes, and tried to show her through his own eyes the depths of his despair.

When he said nothing, she continued: "I warn you, Brian is very cruel, and he has ideas. He really want make you his slave. Really slave, not just playing."

Peter looked down from her eyes, thinking, and then looked up. "Cindy, you are so good to me. You are the only one in the world who cares about me. You know I have no family, and no friends. Only you and our business: that's all there is for me in this world. I want this business to be strong so that we will always be safe. If I can't have you though, I need to give myself up to you. Cindy, I love you so much. . ." He looked at her pleadingly, and slipped to his knees in front of her.

Her cheeks flushed suddenly, from both anger and arousal. She stood up, and stepped toward the door. "You be careful," she said fiercely, "I am starting to get idea too. I start to feel I want see Brian cruel to you, and I want be cruel to you too." She looked down for an instant, with a trace of shame. "I am good girl, normal girl. You put these bad ideas in my mind!"

"All I wanted, needed, was for you to love me. I would have looked after our family with all my heart, and you would have been the only thing I cared about and worked for. Cindy, I would have done anything for you. . ."

"That can never happen. I don't want." Cindy said coldly and emphatically. There was a trace of cruel mirth in her expression.

"It was my destiny to be with you, but if you can never love me. . ."

"Never," she interjected firmly.

"My destiny is broken, and so if you can't love me, I want you to be cruel to me. I need to feel something coming from you. The only thing I couldn't bear is no connection to you at all, or a connection that was weak, and had no passion, no intensity. You are the only meaning in my life, Cindy. Without you, it's emptiness, like I am floating in space. Please, have mercy. . ."

"I have no more patience for you."

"I love you Cindy. I need you in the same way that I need air. Please. . ."

Cindy took another step toward the door, and opened it. She looked down at him kneeling, her lip curled in scorn, and a gleam of rage in her eyes.

"I will tell Brian what you said!" She sneered at him. "You remember what you said."

She began to leave the office, and then came back and put a paper on his desk. "This is your work for today. When you finish, let me know. Don't come down to my office unless I ask you."

She left the office briskly, slamming the door behind her.

Peter worked very diligently throughout the day, to complete the tasks that Cindy had given him. He did the best job that he could, because he wanted her to remember that for their work, for what mattered, he was valuable. A Chinese person could understand this. When he completed his tasks, he was proud of what he had done, and he knew she would be impressed, and remember what was good about him. He knew that despite his handsome face, and his bulky chest, Brian could never do the mental work that Peter could do. He knew that in terms of intelligence, Brian was nowhere near his level, and he felt certain that Cindy too must recognize this.

In the late afternoon, he sent the completed documents to her though the internal message system, accompanied by a note, saying: "I'm finished Cindy."

A few moments later she replied "Thank you," through the message system, and then "You can go home now."

He typed back "Thank you Cindy." He waited several minutes for a reply, but there was none. He passed her office on the way out of the building. He did not dare to look in, but from the corner of his eye, he could see that she was working at her computer, and he guessed that she was reading the documents he had sent her.

For the next three days, Peter did not get a chance to see Cindy. Any matters they needed to discuss were discussed through the internal message system, and she gave him no opportunity to come down to her office to speak to her in person. Her correspondence was formal and perfunctory. He worked diligently at the tasks she assigned him, still hoping to receive her praise, but she gave none. He was so frustrated, knowing that she was down on the second floor, and that any of the young foreign staff members could stroll into her office for a chat at any time, but that he, the leader of the company could not: no, he was confined to his office.

On Thursday at noon, as he sat at his desk mourning the loss of the little connection he had had with Cindy, and hating himself, his mobile phone rang, and as he looked at the screen he saw 'Master.' His heart was in his throat as he answered the call. Only Master could help him recover from his loss.

"Hello Master," Peter said meekly.

"Well, Peter, I hear you've been a bad boy."

Peter knew that Cindy had spoken to Master, and told him what he had said to her on Monday. He said, very sincerely, "I'm sorry Master. Please forgive me. It will never happen again."

"What was our agreement? I said you could be my slave, but what did you have to do?"

"I had to give up all hope of Cindy ever loving me, Master."

Master giggled. "You are so pathetic. Don't bother Cindy anymore. She doesn't want to hear you talk to her like that. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master," he said, vanquished.

"I have told her that if you speak to her like you did on Monday one more time, I won't let you be my slave anymore. I have a way for you to make up for it this time though, something that will help you to understand your place. If you do what I ask, you can continue to be my slave, and you can even come over and clean my place this weekend while Cindy is over. Would you like that?"

"Oh yes Master," Peter said enthusiastically. "Thank you Master. Thank you so much."

Brain laughed. "Ok. I want you to be at Luga's Villa this afternoon at three. Do you know where it is?"

"Yes Master, I know where it is." Luga's Villa was a classy restaurant in the international part of the city, which was frequented mostly by foreigners. It would take him a little over an hour to get there.

"Ok, be there at three."

Peter said "Thank you Master," but before he had finished speaking, Brian had put down the phone.

Peter sent a message on the internal system to Cindy, saying "Hi Cindy. Is it ok if I leave at 1:30 today? I have something very important to do."

He sat for several minutes waiting for a reply, worrying about what to do if she did not give him permission, when he received Cindy's reply, "Ok. I am taking day off tomorrow. I will send you an email to let you know your work for tomorrow."

Peter travelled to near Luga's Villa, and parked his car. As he walked toward the restaurant, he received a text message from Master, saying "Go in and ask for Mr Liu."

Peter went into the restaurant, and told one of the waitresses he needed to speak to Mr Liu. The waitress grinned at him knowingly, and said "This way please." As he followed her, other waitresses stopped what they were doing and looked at him, pointed him out to one another, giggled and whispered.

The waitress leading the way knocked at a door, and waited a few moments until a loud voice called out roughly "jin lai!" -- come in. The waitress opened the door and gestured for him to enter. A short, stocky Chinese man sat grinning behind a large, elaborate desk placed in the center of the room. Peter went and stood about a meter from the front of the desk, and held the index finger of one hand with the other hand. He was nervous, and beads of sweat were forming on his brow.

"You are Brain's slave?"

"Yes, sir," Peter whispered.

Mr Liu chuckled. "Brian tell me if I let you work here tonight, you suck my cock?"

Peter whimpered softly as he realized what was in store for him, and then regained his composure and said "Yes sir."

Mr Liu laughed, and said "Very good." He pressed the button of an intercom on his desk, and commanded "Gou lai" -- come here. He opened a cabinet under his desk, and took out a bulky shopping bag. He said "Here you are," and handed it to Peter. Peter came forward and took it from him, and then stepped back to his position a meter back from the desk, facing Mr Liu.

"Thank you, sir."

"Not easy find big size fit you."

"Sorry sir, thank you, sir."

There was a timid knock at the door, and Mr Liu roared "Jin lai."

One of the waitresses entered the room, and came and stood beside Peter, facing Liu.

"This our new girl," Liu said. "You help her get dressed, then show her what to do. Tonight she take tables 5 – 10. Go!"

"Please follow me," the waitress said, and led him down a hall and into another room in which three other waitresses sat drinking tea. They looked up at Peter in an unfriendly way, letting him know that he was intruding, while the waitress who had led him to the room explained why he was there. One of the waitresses giggled, but the other two glared at him, and then these three waitresses left the room. The waitress who had led him to the room said "Please change clothes," and then left the room and closed the door behind her. There was a damp, moldy smell in the room. There were women's clothes in open lockers along one wall. Peter opened the bag, and saw that he was to change into the same uniform as the other waitresses wore. He pulled up sheer, transparent black tights, and then pulled a very short skirt up over these, and struggled to zip it up at the back. He found a bra with very large false tits, and struggled to put this on.

As he struggled with the bra, the door opened, and a waitress entered, and stopped dead in her tracks with a shocked expression. "Aiyo!" she exclaimed, and hurried out of the room. She did not close the door behind her. He could hear excited words in Chinese that he could not understand from down the hall, and then the musical laughter of women.

He put on a shiny white blouse with large lapels, and buttoned this up. He stepped into patent black leather pumps that were a bit small, and pinched at his toes. He put on the curly blonde wig that he had worn for his date with Jared. He did not know what to do next, so he stood holding onto his index finger, and waited.

He heard whispering and giggles from just around the corner of the door, and then a woman's voice asked, "Are you ready?"

"Yes Ms," he said meekly, in the voice Laura had taught him to use, and stood up. The waitress who had led him to the room entered, and giggled to see him dressed as one of them. She brought with her a makeup bag. He noticed from her nametag that her name was Sunny.

"Please sit down," Sunny said, gesturing to a low stool. He sat down, and she pulled a chair in front of him, and sat in this, placing the makeup bag on the table beside them. She opened the bag, and began to do Peter's makeup. Two of the waitresses who had been sitting in the room when he'd entered now reentered the room, and gathered around, giving advice in Chinese to the girl doing Peter's makeup. There was a strong odor of perfume all around him. She put on his foundation, then blush, and then lipstick, eye shadow and mascara, all the while chatting with the other waitresses in Chinese, and only occasionally giving Peter instructions in English.

"So pretty," one of the waitresses said as the makeup was nearly completed.

Sunny asked him to stand, and then pinned a name tag to the left of his blouse. He looked down and noticed that his name was to be Penny. She tied a coin pouch around his waist, and handed him a pen and a pad of paper for taking orders. "Please follow me," she said. Although he had had a good deal of practice walking in heels for Laura, he still found it difficult, and these shoes pinched his toes.

Sunny showed Peter (Penny) his 5 tables. He noticed that one of the tables was reserved. She spent about half an hour explaining to Peter how to do the job, but he still felt a bit confused. Suddenly, a woman he had not seen before entered the room, clapped her hands together, and called out something in Chinese. She was much taller than the other girls, and very beautiful: she looked like a fashion model. She wore a tight black dress that showed off her slim figure. Her hair was long, sleek and straight, and her bangs were cut straight. Her face was arrogant and cold.

Sunny tugged at Peter's sleeve, and whispered "Hurry," as she went to join the other waitresses lining up in front of the bar. Peter followed Sunny, and lined up with the other waitresses, back to the bar, facing the tall lady, who was obviously the manager. Peter noticed that the other waitresses were looking down, and holding the index finger of one hand in the other, and he stood as they did.

The manager began to bark at them in a hostile tone, like a drill sergeant. She spoke Chinese so quickly that Peter could not understand a word. The waitresses were all short, cute Chinese women, and Peter towered above them. Four customers entered the restaurant, two women and two men, all westerners, and one of the waitresses bowed her head to the manager, and went to show the customers to table one.

The manager walked along the line of waitresses, looking each girl up and down. Occasionally, she criticized a girl, and the girl lowered her head meekly, and said something in a soft voice. The customers were seated now, and they had noticed Peter in the line among the short waitresses. They were speaking about him in German, and laughing. The manager came along the line to Peter, looked him up and down with scorn, and then barked something that Peter did not understand. Sunny whispered, "Step forward."

Peter stepped forward, and the manager took his sleeve and turned him around. She barked out something in Chinese, and Sunny stepped forward, and said something in an apologetic tone. The manager criticized her, and she bowed her head and apologized, and then said to Peter, "Come with me."

Sunny led Peter to the back room again. She seemed not so sunny now after having been criticized. "The zipper on your skirt is not straight." She turned him around, fiddled with the zipper, and turned the skirt around a bit on his hips. She then came in front of him and rearranged the shape of his false tits. She did not look in his face, and he could see that she was blushing. "Come," she said. They went back to the dining room, and the manager glared at them harshly, and then turned away. "Go to your area," Sunny said, and left him alone. He went over to tables five to ten, and stood near the wall, holding an index finger with the other hand.

The restaurant began to fill with customers. All of the customers noticed him, and joked about him, and the words that he could understand were very cruel and hurtful. Most of the customers were foreigners, but some foreign men had come in with Chinese women on dates. Though he only had two tables so far, he was very busy, and his feet and back were aching.

Suddenly, with a jolt of despair, Peter noticed a waitress leading Brian and Cindy toward the reserved table in his section. He almost didn't recognize them at first. He had never seen Cindy dressed like this: he had only ever seen her dressed casually, or professionally; never glamorously. She was wearing an expensive turquoise dress, and dangling ear rings. Her hair was up, and she wore makeup. She was the most exquisite creature in creation, and all eyes turned to watch her pass. His heart ached: such vanity to think that she could ever want him, that she would ever even consent to let him be her slave. She could have anything in this world: why would she wish to continue working at his shitty little business. Peter looked like a film star, in his expensive blazer, shirt and tie. His hair shone with gel. It was so obvious that Brian and Cindy were miles and miles above him. What a joke was Peter's dream!

They were seated, and Peter summoned all the courage that he could, and went toward their table, holding in front of him two menus. As he approached, Cindy did a shocked double take as she recognized him, and she took Brian's hand, squeezed it and said in her soft, rich voice, "It's Peter."

Brian grinned at her, looked at Peter's name tag and said "I think its Penny," and then to Peter, "Are you Penny?"

"Yes sir," Peter said.

"Penny," Cindy repeated, and giggled. She smiled up at Peter like a cat.

He handed Peter a menu, and then Cindy a menu.

"Thank you," Cindy said in her soft voice, "Penny." She giggled and smiled at him.

Peter stood beside the table holding the order pad and the pen while they looked through the menu, and discussed what to order. His hands were trembling. Brian and Cindy took quite a while deciding what to order, as Brian had to translate for Cindy, explain certain dishes, and give her advice. Occasionally, Cindy smiled up at Peter, and examined his appearance with curiosity. She said something in Chinese to Brian about Peter's false tits, and Peter looked up at Brian's tits and replied in a Chinese that Peter could not understand. Cindy laughed, took Brian's hand and squeezed it. Eventually, Brian gave Peter his order. Cindy told Brian what she wanted, and Brian conveyed this to Peter.

As Peter asked, "Will that be all, sir," Cindy simpered, and smiled at Peter warmly.