Friday night, Erin was almost late for work. Again. Tying her hair up and her apron around her waist quickly, she hurried through the front door of the upscale restaurant. Unable to get to the kitchen before Marcus, her Supervisor, saw her, she flushed and curtsied in greeting to him. This always made him laugh, of course, but not tonight. Seizing her arm carefully, he took her into the back and explained that there would be a very important group that had paid high dollar to reserve the conference room. Despite her occasional lack of punctuality, she was undoubtedly the finest server he had, Marcus went on to tell her to attend to their every needs. Blushing and nodding, Erin went to help prepare the room for them. Of course she was the best server he had, thought the 25 year old to herself. Only a woman with her…desires could be such a well behaved waitress.
Work allowed her to assess men that she served, fantasizing about them commanding her the way they ordered their food. Serving every one, even women as though she were their personal slave. Yes, Erin yearned to be this for someone, having discovered the true nature of her sexuality years before, yet having no one to explore with. Even when she made mistakes, her apologies were always undeserved and overt, though unbeknownst to the patrons, the sexual thrill she received from submitting was great. Ideally, she longed for a true Dominant, but never knew just how to approach them. And what to say? Excuse me, but would you be my master? It was even a more ridiculous thought than her extreme fantasies.
The meeting she was to attend consisted of several gentlemen, each sending chills down her spine simply by the way they walked into the room and ordered their drinks. Subtly observing each one, she finally assessed that Adam brought her arousal to its peak as he seated himself at the head of the table and quickly began the meeting even while Erin served them. Pouring wine silently, she felt her cheeks flush and her loins crave him in a way that no other such casual meeting had. Even though he was probably much older than she, there was a certain air of authority about him in his tone of voice, in his stance, and especially in his eyes. Playing her fantasy to the hilt, of course, she always bowed her head when speaking to him, curtsied, and never spoke before spoken to, but only gave this attention to him. From many lonely hours of reading, as well as personal preference, she knew that was the proper manner to treat him were he a Master or even a potential.
As the hours went on, the men continued their meeting over dinner and drinks. This lasted another hour or so and, since they paid extra for the added privacy and personal server; Erin found nothing more to do but think about Adam taking her over his knee, tying her to a bed, hell anything! Slinking just outside the room, she listened to them and could even hear his voice above all others, commanding and distinct. Feeling her body temperature rising as her thoughts wandered, she felt as though she would throw herself at him if this continued. Finally, the meeting ended and she was about to enter the room to clean the table, but overheard Adam talking privately to two of his associates.
“What’s with that waitress?” one said with a jovial laugh, “Seems doted on you, Adam my boy.”
“Oh?” Adam pretended that he had not noticed, “I thought she was being polite.”
“Singled you out real quick, buddy.” the other spoke, finishing his drink.
“Must be the expensive suit.”
They had a laugh and everyone left the room, except for Adam. Of course he noticed the girl and her actions. Adam was not ignorant to the actions of a submissive personality. Perhaps she worked there because she enjoyed being ordered around like a servant, like a slave. This brought feelings of excitement to his mind, as he thought often about being the dominant subject of a relationship. Not just sexually, of course, but completely in control of his partner with her complete consent. Even though it was something he only toyed with occasionally, he knew that he could never force a woman do something unless she was willing to do it. It was more the thrill of being the overseer to her actions, and knowing that when she was told to be at his side, she would be. Naturally, to be in complete control in the bedroom was the result of a full day of domination, a reward for both, as pleasing to him as it would be to her. Ah, but Adam was dreaming. To find such a girl would take more time than he had, so busy with business that he was. Perhaps he absorbed himself into his work after the end of his marriage to save him from such another heartbreak as the divorce put on him. It was love at one point in their lives, yes, but once that was obviously over, Adam knew he could never love anyone the same again. Now at 42, he had long ago lost hope of feeling anything but primal urges for a woman. Although it had something to do with his curiosity about this girl, it was oddly not the only thing. Smiling inward, he gathered his things together, purposefully lingering on, as he toyed with erotic whimsy for a few moments longer.
Erin could feel her cheeks flush red as she forced herself to go and finish her work, feeling quite embarrassed at hearing the men’s conversation. Of course that was how men would see her: a poor working girl trying to capture a successful businessman to up her status in life. How foolish she was to think that her charms would ever be perceived exactly how she meant them. Collecting the dishes, she could feel his stare on her, causing her to move slowly in her embarrassment. Refusing to look up at him, she stayed true to her role out of the same subservient respect that now made her feel a fool. Even if it was only a fantasy, she was going to play it for every second he was with her.
“Miss, may I speak to you a moment?”
A curtsey and a step toward him were his only answer.
“What is your name?”
“Erin, sir.” she answered politely, still with her eyes cast downward.
“You may look up at me.”
Erin obeyed and tried not to show her desire while his deep blue eyes pierced hers.
“You have a very - ah - interesting way of showing your place. I have never been served, or even met a woman like you.”
Erin smiled, bowing her head slightly, “Thank you, sir.”
Licking his lips, he reached into his pocket, retrieved a one hundred dollar bill, and tossed it on the table, but Erin continued to look into his eyes. Truly, Adam was stunned by her lack of reaction to the money, as gratuity was included in the bill, and smiled down at her. It was too good to be true, so they believed, yet both waited impatiently for a sign to continue the charade, to prove that their instincts were right. Dammit, though he knew it was his move to make, and not hers, if only she could give him another clue to know that she was interested in more than a financial provider.
“Shall I continue to clean your table, sir?” her question broke the silence and, although out of turn, it was appropriate.
“Yes, please, Erin. Thank you.”
Sitting down, Adam pretended to organize his papers, all the while watching her from the corner of his eyes.
Piling dishes into her arms, she left and returned four times, still not once touching the money, or even giving it a glance. Returning a final time to wipe the table and set the chairs in order, Erin struggled to not show her surprise, or excitement that Adam remained, sitting quite patiently as if waiting for her to finish her task to request another thing of her. Erin was fooling herself, yes, but loving every minute of this fantasy no matter how it ended. As she wiped the table, she paused at the bill, and then turned to Adam who was now, very obviously watching her.
“Sir, you must have dropped this.” her eyes were no longer hiding her arousal in her glance as she held the hundred out to him.
