Bill was an ass! not just a ass but a Fucking Asshole of the first order.
Okay so technically this was my first job, and yes I could be a little lazy, and yes sometimes I played on my looks to get others to do my work for me. To be honest I did that as often as I could, but why not?
This night had been hell, I was already late to meet my friends, they were at the club, drinking, dancing and teasing the guys.
Bill I knew would be his usual stickler self and want to make sure everything was spotless and ready for the next day.
While Bill and the crew did the cleaning and prep I snuck upstairs to the unused second floor apartment. It was the perfect place to both hide from work and get changed to go to the club.
After locking the door I quickly stripped down and used a few wet wipes to get most of the restaurant stink off, then covered myself in a light floral body spray.
Looking in the full length mirror I turned slowly admiring my perfect body feeling a excited flush at the gleam of the red jewel that peeked out from between my perfect butt cheeks.
It was only the second day I had worn it, Tabitha was right, having it in gave just the right amount of dirty thrill.
Of course no one but me knew it was there, at least until I got to the club when it might be spotted while I danced.
It was just another slightly dirty thing, like not wearing panties under our dresses and skirts or lacy bras under transparent blouses.
I wasn't a slut like some of the women at the club, I was a virgin until I was eighteen and in the last three years had only had sex with four guys and a few drunken lesbian experiences with Tab.
To be honest I really didn't like sex that much, it was fun while it lasted, and felt good but I had more fun dancing and flirting.
I heard the asshole yelling for me. Good that usually ment the staff was gone and I had about fifteen minutes while he did the inventory.
I rolled on my silk stockings, making sure that the seam was straight, then clipped on a purple lace bra, looking in the mirror I could just see a hint of areola and nipple through the lace. I slipped a translucent purple blouse on, tying the tails in a knot to show off my flat stomach.
A black skirt was next, I did three of the six buttons on the side and shifted it around so the slit was directly lined up with my ass crack. Looking over my shoulder I gave a shimmy and saw just a quick flash of red in the mirror.
I slipped on and buckled the four inch stiletto heels before doing my makeup.
I always did it a bit heavy when going to the club since the lighting was so dark.
I did a quick turn in the mirror, yup I was hot, no need for me to pay for a drink tonight.
When I got downstairs I could hear Bill on the phone in the office, probably talking to that geek Peter from the restaurant across town.
Bill was actually good looking, around six feet with a well muscled frame, he made the horrible uniforms look okay.
I waited a few minutes and when Bill was still chatting away I stepped in to the office and asked him to let me out, for some reason only one manager was allowed a key.
He snapped at me "I'll be there when I'm ready"
Fuck that I wanted to go now, so I reached over and hung the phone up.
Bill pushed my hand away and redialed the phone.
I left the office and took a few deep breaths, then stepped back in and giving him a exasperated look hung up the phone again.
Before I knew what was happening I was across his lap and getting spanked, he must have been pissed each blow stung.
He landed several blows on my upper thighs just above my stocking tops and I yelled something at him, I don't remember what, but it made him more angry.
He shifted his aim to my now bare buttocks, my short skirt having slipped up. The last one landing on the base of the small plug in my ass.
Oh fuck I thought as he noticed it and started to pull it out, I clenched my sphincter as tight as I could and his grip slipped.
He started raining blows down on my ass, the tears were running, and after a few strikes he would tug and wiggle the plug.
At first the pain and humiliation was all I could feel, but then I started to get turned on, each successive smack sent a jolt to my clit, then the sensation in my ass compounded the feelings.
I was in turmoil, pain, sexual excitement, humiliation. I had never been this excited before. I knew my cunny would be dripping!
I thought I heard him say something, but I was lost in all the conflicting sensations.
The blows had stopped and I heard him clearly this time. "You god-damned whore, answer me, you like having your ass beaten and your ass toy played with don't you?"