I slept in again, getting up just in time to shower and get ready, which now included placing the ruby red butt plug in my ass, I hadn't used it for the last two days so it was a little tight, but once in place it felt natural.
I timed it so I was able to clock in but not have time to chat, just in case Bill wanted to. In the end it didn't make a difference, Bill had switched shifts with Randy one of the other managers, said he was going camping.
I actually felt a bit of a let down.
Technically Randy was our boss but since we really never worked together he was just like another co worker.
I didn't notice it but evidently my attitude had shifted, at the end of the shift Randy complimented me on my work, the only people who had done that before were the area manager and his boss, who were old pervs.
The next night knowing that Bill would be there I rushed in again, purposely wearing the standard un-tailered uniform.
Bill didn't say a word other than what was needed for our work, I actually started to relax after several hours.
It was Saturday night and we were busy as hell, thirty plus delivery drivers, eight people making pizzas and four girls on the phones. Bill was coordinating, and I was doing quality control making sure each and every pie was made right before going in the oven. In the past I would just give this job lip service, but now I was doing my best, strange but it was like I wanted to please Bill.
There was a bit of a slow down around ten and Bill came over and shielding his movements he put his finger on the base of the plug in my ass and pushed.
He whispered in my ear "When we close you go up and get ready, I'll be there when I finish closing up and everyone is gone."
I felt a rush of heat in my pussy, then a wave of fear. I didn't have anything to get ready in. I hadn't been planning on going out, Tabitha and Crystal had dates and Brittany was out of town.
Shit, Shit, Shit!
When Bill stepped away I turned to John. "Take over QC I have to pee."
I ran to the restroom and pulled out my phone, I jabbed at the buttons texting Tab. "I need the sluttist outfit you can pull together by midnight!"
I went back to work hoping that Tab would come through. She didn't disappoint. At 11:45 she came through the door and handed me a tote with her six inch gold shoes on top. I gave her a quick hug and a wink.
The last fifteen minutes went by in a flash, my cunt was on fire, I remember thinking that if this was going to keep up I was going to have to start wearing panty liners all the time.
Bill shouted his usual "Alright lets shut it down!" and everyone got busy.
I slipped away, everyone was used to that anyway. I made it to the top of the stairs before noticing that there was no longer a door on the apartment. It was a studio all one room, the only privacy a small curtain across the W/C.
There were other changes as well, all the old tables and chairs were gone, one wall was completely covered in mirrors. In the corner was a king size bed, with what looked like fresh linens. Against one wall was a waist high padded table and in the center of the room was a very sturdy looking armless chair.
The floor had been swept and mopped and the tile looked freshly waxed. There was a clawfoot tub that had been filthy and now sparkled, the ratty torn shower curtain was gone leaving anyone showering in the view of the room.
Next to the wash basin was a tall cabinet, peeking inside I saw a stack of towels, my favorite body wash and a few boxes I didn't get a good look at.
I heard water running in the mop sink from downstairs, shit mopping the floor was the last thing done before the staff left, I was assuming that Bill would rush through paperwork and inventory so I better hurry.
I quickly stripped down, my panties and even my pants were soaked with my cunt juice. I didn't want to run water so I just dampened one of the washcloths from the cabinet and wiped myself off.
Digging through the tote Tabitha had brought I found body spray and deodorant. She had picked out a few different tops, but there was no bra, I guess she figured I wasn't going to need one.
I picked a gold translucent blouse and a tight black micro skirt, I sat on the edge of the chair to strap into the six inch gold heels. Standing I looked in the mirror Oh Fuck I thought, I turned around, I was correct the skirt was so short half of the ruby red gem was visible.
I folded my uniform and stowed it in the cabinet and took a look around the room, I saw a slip of white paper on the padded table, walking over I picked it up.
"Slut, I'm sure your cunt is nice and creamy, once you are ready assume your favorite position and wait for me. If you are not ready when I arrive things will not go well for you!"
Oh hell what position did he expect to find me in, his note just made me more anxious.
I paced back and forth, my heels clicking on the tile floor.
I heard people shouting good night outside.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" I exclaimed.
Okay I said to myself "It's Saturday, it was very busy, it should take him twenty minutes to do inventory."
Shit he had been in the walk in cooler before closing, all he has to count is the unrefrigerated stuff no more than five minutes. "SHIT!!"
I beat my brain, what position, what position?
Then it clicked, on my knees of course, I went to the doorway turned around and took three paces, that put me halfway between the chair and door, I faced the door and got on my knees, my hands resting on the outside of my thighs.
It took him for fucking ever, I was there long enough for my knees to start aching. Then I heard a creak from the stairs.
I sucked in a breath, tried to relax but that wasn't happening. A fresh gush of girl cream flowed from my cunt. My heart thudded with each of his footfalls.
I was looking at the floor as his steps stopped, I didn't look up, I just knelt there back straight, chest slightly thrust out, nipples engorged and as he had said in his note "cunt creamy."
I could feel his eyes on me as he very slowly walked all the way around.
Inspecting me like something he would like to own, maybe a sports car or a thoroughbred horse.
He stopped behind me after making a 540 degree circle. I heard a slight creak from the chair as he sat. He didn't say anything, it was unnerving.
All I could hear was the sound of my own breathing and my thudding.
"Lean forward, cheek on the floor" He commanded.
I rushed to comply, almost falling on my face in the process. I knew from his position behind me that he had a clear view of my plugged ass and dripping cunny. There were also a few fading bruises from our last adventure.
"Knees apart" Bill ordered.
