Looking at the clock I could see that it was time to turn off the open light.
I yelled out "Okay, lets shut this place down."
It had been busy for a Tuesday and the prep area, and back room were a mess, it didn't help that it had been pouring rain for the past twelve hours. And the delivery drivers had tracked in copious amounts of mud from the unpaved back lot.
Everyone jumped in and we had the restaurant sparkling in record time, everyone except Tana that is.
Tana was one of those people who thought she was just a little bit better than everyone else, granted she was exceptionally good looking, ass length almost black hair, sea green eyes and a body to die for. I knew for a fact that she had her uniform shirts and pants tailored to show off her 36-24-34 body. Most of the other women who worked here tended to look a bit frumpy in their uniforms.
I said goodnight to the rest of the staff and locked the door after them and went to do the nightly report. As usual I had to do it myself, Tana was supposed to help but my guess was that she would be off somewhere on her phone. Most nights when we closed together that's where she would be as soon as we closed.
I yelled for her twice before starting to do the inventory by myself, that finished I sat back in the office and called one of my buds who works at a different restaurant in the chain, figuring out what we were going to do that night.
We had just started talking when Tana barged into the office.
"Okay Bill I'm ready to go" she said
"Yeah be there in a few minutes" I replied
She reached over and hit the disconnect on the phone hanging up on Pete.
I just looked up at her in astonishment, I batted her hand away and hit redial.
She hit the button again."You need to let me out right now, then you can chat with your little friend"
That's when I noticed that she had changed into one of her slut outfits, transparent top over a lacey bra that barely contained her thirty-six C's tied to expose her flat stomach. A matching mini skirt and stockings and fuck me pumps with a four plus inch stiletto heels. She had amped up the makeup as well.
After looking her over I hit redial again. The restaurant owner, technically the area manager didn't trust her with a key so she would just have to wait until I was ready to go.
She stomped out, with a sadistic gleam in my eye I continued my conversation with Pete. After about two minutes she stormed in again and stomping her foot she hung up the phone.
Now I was pissed, without thinking I reached out and pulled her down over my lap, holding her with my left hand I swatted her ass.
The first couple were not aimed and just hard enough to let her know that I was angry.
"You bastard, is this how you get off with your mother!" she yelled
That sent me over the edge. I stiffened my hand and laid five quick swats on her stocking covered thighs leaving angry red welts in my wake. Her tiny skirt had ridden up to her waist and I redirected the next few blows to her full cheeks.