Blac Girl Gets Dominated

Thank you to Oldbroad76 for proofreading.

Bella, otherwise known by her friends as "Bee", was an 18-year-old dark skinned girl who had just finished school and started a part time job as a waitress.

She had always been a fairly outgoing girl. Bee wasn't shy. She had plenty of friends, went to parties but now she knew it was time to get her head down and work hard to earn some money.

Her mum worked hard but for a low paid job, and her dad ran out on them when she was just a baby. So, Bee wanted to help her mother any way she could by giving some of her pay over every month.

Now, all of Bee's friends went to University, something she couldn't do due to lack of funds. But Bee was clever, the smartest in her friendship group, but unfortunately, she was dealt a tough hand.

So, when she got this part time job as a waitress, she was ecstatic. It was in a fancy restaurant, one she would never be able to afford to go. But one of the perks was that she would get a free meal with every shift, so she was saving money whilst earning some.

The uniform was simple, a black skirt, black shirt, and black tights, except that Bee had a figure which meant they had to get a custom made uniform for her.

Bee was fairly short, although her legs were misleading. They were thin and toned, and they may not have actually been long, but they looked like they went on for days. And she had a slim frame gained by going on 5 mile runs every day. However, Bee had an extremely curvy arse and was a very heavy chested woman.

Many of the boys she used to hang out with made jokes about her having fake boobs because they were so disproportionate to her body, but they were 100% natural.

She had large, firm, ebony tits with large soft nipples. Bee was a stunner, and she knew it. She had long, black frizzy hair that was a nightmare to maintain, but she always did her best.

And so she started working. Bee very quickly got used to the male customers glancing at her bum or her chest, but this was nothing new to her. Especially since the black skirt was extremely tight and left nothing to the imagination about her curves.

Now, Bee was from a rough neighbourhood which unfortunately, given the way of the world, was mainly filled with people of her colour. Yet working in this fancy restaurant she saw people of all races, including black men and women in expensive clothing, white men and women, Asians, everything!

One night, Bee was working a shift when a customer came in. It was a man on his own who looked to be maybe in his 40's. He was dressed in a sharp blue suit and had combed black hair with a few greys shining through.

Bee lost her breath when she saw him. He just looked so sophisticated, so... sexy.

With her heart in her mouth, she went to greet him.

"Hello, table for how many?" She asked.

He smiled at her with perfect white teeth behind his pale skin but soft full lips.

"Just two, please. My friend will be arriving shortly" He said and looked at her name badge, "Bella."

"Oh, you can just call me Bee." She told him.

"Bee, I like that." He replied.

Bee grabbed a menu and turned around to lead him to a table. When they reached it, her head looked back, and she caught him glancing at her bum. But then something different happened.

Unlike most men when getting caught, this guy didn't avert his gaze. His shining green eyes went straight into Bee's dark brown eyes, and he smiled at her, as if proud that she caught him.

Although she didn't understand why, between Bee's legs suddenly lit up.

"Thank you," He said when Bee pulled out a seat for him, "Can I get a whiskey please, no ice?"

"Coming right up, sir." Bee replied.

"Geoff," He told her, "You can call me Geoff."

Bee smiled with her thick lips and her shining white teeth.

"No problem, Geoff." She smiled and walked off.

What is wrong with you?

Bee thought to herself as she walked to the bar,

he's old enough to be your dad! And he's white!

Not that Bee had any issue with white people, but having grown up with only black friends, she felt it strange to be so inexplicably attracted to this random white guy.

But nevertheless, Bee returned with his drink and placed it down.

"I'll be over shortly to take your order." She told him.

"Oh actually, I know what I want." He replied. "I'll have the steak, and my friend will have a salad when she arrives."

"No problem." Bee replied.

Bee stood to the side of the restaurant and kept an eye out for any customers that may need her, which is when she saw the woman sitting opposite Geoff.

Hmm, not what I would've expected,

she thought.

There was nothing wrong with this woman, but it was just that she looked about 20! She had long, bright blonde hair. She was skinny, painfully so.

She's gonna need more than a salad,

Bee joked to herself.

This blonde also had a face full of make up on. One of Bee's perks of having her dark ebony skin is that she always looked beautiful without any make up.

Geoff and the blonde were chatting, but Bee was too far away to make out what they were saying. Then she had to see to other customers, but she occasionally glanced over to Geoff.

Maybe she's his daughter?

Bee thought. But then she watched as the blonde put on a very fake laugh, reached across and held his hand in a way that massively confirmed that she was not in fact his daughter!

Slut,

Bee thought as this young woman threw herself at this obviously wealthy older man.

It wasn't until an hour later when Geoff waved at Bee to come over.

"Hi Geoff," Bee said, ignoring the blonde, "how can I help?"

"Yes, Bee," He said with a stunning smile, "can we get the bill please?"

"Of course, be right back." She said.

Bee walked to the bar to print off his receipt, and when she turned back Geoff was still watching her. Butterflies began to flutter in the young girl's stomach as they made eye contact. Then Bee looked at the blonde who was clearly annoyed that her date was looking at another woman.

Gutted for her,

Bee thought and took over the bill.

"The food was amazing," Geoff said. "I'll definitely be back soon. And this is for you."

He handed over a £50 note, which was over half of what Bee would be getting for the entire shift.

"Oh my god, thank you!" She said and had to resist the urge to hug him.

Bee stood there, smiling and waving as the two left together.

I wonder if he's gonna fuck her?

She thought,

ah who cares.

And just like that, Bee forgot all about Geoff and the blonde.

That was... until a week later when Geoff returned.

"Geoff, great to see you again." Bee said as she greeted him.

"Bee, you're a sight for sore eyes." Geoff complimented her, making Bee blush.

"Will your friend be joining you again?" Bee asked, wondering if that annoying looking blonde would be with him.

"Yes," He told her, "Well, a friend, different one to last time."

"Oh, right. Right this way." Bee said, a little confused.

A short while later Bee watched as a different girl joined Geoff this time. A brunette. Again, young, skinny, and throwing herself at him.

Is she a slut?

Bee thought,

Oh shit! They're not prostitutes, are they?

Bee watched them and decided that they were not prostitutes. She couldn't know for sure as she had never actually seen a prostitute, but at best guess she would say they were gold diggers after his money.

That night Geoff gave Bee another big tip before leaving.

A week later, it happened again.

"You really do like it here, don't you?" Bee joked when she saw him at the door.

"The staff is what keeps me coming back." Geoff told her with a beautiful smile.

"What can I say, we hire the best." Bee said and laughed at her own joke.

She watched as Geoff unapologetically looked her body up and down. Bee knew it should have been offensive to so openly check her out, but she didn't say anything, and that light between her legs set off again.

"That you do." Geoff told her.

Same table as the last two times, but a different girl joined him. Young, skinny, this one a red head. Then he gave another big tip for Bee and another compliment before he left.

Same the week after, this time a black haired girl, the next had blonde hair with brunette roots, and then there was a girl with blue dyed hair. That was strange.

In fact, when the blue haired one went to the toilet, Geoff waved Bee over.

"How can I help, Geoff?" She asked.

"Save me!" He whispered.

"Not liking your date?" Bee replied. "I'm surprised you're not running out of women to bring here."

Bee immediately worried that she crossed a line, but Geoff burst out into laughter.

"Maybe there's something else bringing me back here every week." He whispered.

Bee bit her bottom lip as Geoff stared into her eyes. She felt like he could see through any hard exterior she put up with her tough life, which worried and excited her all at the same time.

"Well, maybe you need something different than the girls you keep bringing here." Bee whispered.

Geoff's eyes went down Bee's legs covered in black tights, up to her chest, and then landed on her eyes.

"I think you're right," He told her. "How would you like..."

Just before he finished, the blue haired girl returned and stopped him.

Dammit! Was he about to ask me out?! Wait... do I want to go out with a guy old enough to be my dad?

Bee smiled and walked away, finding herself disappointed that she didn't get asked out on a date by Geoff.

His date with the blue haired girl ended shorter than the others, and when Geoff gave Bee her tip, she felt something harder in it. There was a business card with writing on the back which read "call me".

Bee's heart went into a flurry, and for the rest of her shift she couldn't stop smiling.

That night in her single bed she stared at his business card.

What would a man like that want with a girl like me. Obviously, he likes younger girls, but I can't be with a man his age, and white.

And that settled it. Bee was not going to call him.

--

"Bee, pleasure as always." Geoff said when he entered the restaurant.

Bee was a mess of nerves. She didn't want him to be offended since she never called, having actually grown fond of the older man.

"Geoff, nice suit." Bee told him. This one was grey.

"I have to say," He spoke before Bee showed him to a table, "I was disappointed not to hear from you."

This made Bee freeze. She had never met someone so confident or ballsy enough to just outright say something like that.

"I, erm, well, I just," She stuttered, hoping he would end her suffering, but he just kept looking at her, "I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" Geoff asked.

Bee looked around to make sure no managers were looking as she leaned in close to whisper.

"I wanted to call," She told him. "I just, I dunno, didn't think it would be appropriate. I also didn't want to be another one of those young girls you just take out."

Geoff smiled a smile that melted Bee's heart.

"Oh Bee," He told her, "You are heads and shoulders above the girls I normally see."

Bee bit her lower lip. She was flustered and nervous.

"Listen, I get it," He told her. "But if you change your mind, you have my number."

She nodded in response and showed Geoff to his table. Ten minutes later another girl sat opposite him. This one pissed Bee off.

She was young, but she was fucking beautiful!! Blonde hair, big tits, beautiful legs! She was the type of girl that would make Bee disappear, even if they were stood next to each other.

And to make it worse, her and Geoff seemed to be having a great date. Bee barely got any work done that shift and actually got told off by her boss as her eyes were always stuck on Geoff and his date.

Eventually, later than his dates normally went on, he called Bee over while his date was in the bathroom.

"How was she?" Bee asked, not speaking in her normal happy, waitress voice.

"Jealous, are we?" Geoff asked.

"Of that?" Bee replied, "If you're into barbie dolls."

Geoff stood up and pulled out his wallet to give Bee her tip.

"Well, there is someone else I would much rather spend my evening with." He said.

As Bee gently took the tip, their fingers grazed, and fireworks went off in the young girl's head.

Fuck it.

"Okay," She told him, "let's do it."

Geoff couldn't contain his smile.

"Why don't I pick you up next Friday?" He asked.

Shit, this might change his mind.

"I, well, I live in a bit of a rough area," She told him. "I wouldn't want anything to happen to your car." As she guessed he had a very expensive car.

"I think I'll be fine," He told her. "Text me your address, and I'll get you next week."

That last sentence put Bee on the back foot. It came off more as an order than a request. And his tone was so dominant, it shocked Bee. But for some reason, before Geoff even got out of the restaurant, she had texted him her address as told.

--

It was the Friday of their date. Bee was finishing getting ready in her room. She had straightened the life out of her frizzy hair, and although she didn't need make up, she did put on some dark red lipstick.

She was wearing the only item of clothing she owned that was expensive. A long, skin tight black dress that had her large chest heaving out and made her shapely bum very visible, as well as her bare legs.

Her phone buzzed with a text from Geoff telling her that he was outside.

"Mum, I'm off out!" Bee shouted and left. She stopped when she saw Geoff's car. It was... it was... well let's just say that if Bee worked her entire life, she still wouldn't be able to afford it.

She looked around the rough street to make sure no thugs were watching before running into his passenger side.

"Wow, you look.... Wow." Geoff told her, his eyes going over every inch of her body.

"You like?" Bee replied.

"I do... a lot." He told her and started the car.

"So, where are you taking me?" Bee asked.

"I thought we'd go to another restaurant I like, similar to yours," He told her. "I guessed you wouldn't want to eat in the same place you work?"

"That's true," Bee replied. "And at least I know I'm getting a different date than the hundreds of other girls you've brought into my work."

"Well, if tonight goes well," He said with a smirk, "Then I won't need to bring any other girls to your restaurant again."

Bee bit her lower lip again and had to clench her legs as that fire between them was growing hot!

The restaurant he took them too was similar to the one Bee worked at. Very expensive.

"Can I get you anything ma'am?" One of the waiters asked Bee.

Ma'am? That's so weird,

Bee thought.

"Just a water, please." She replied.

"You don't fancy a wine?" Geoff asked.

"I don't really drink," Bee told him, "And need to keep my wits about me while I'm out with you."

"Oh yeah, you never know whom you can trust." Geoff replied.

Their drinks arrived, water for Bee and whiskey for Geoff.

"To our first date." He announced, and they clinked their glasses.

Bee took a sip before patting her lips with a napkin. she did her best to sit upright and elegantly, but that just wasn't her.

"So, Geoff," Bee said, no longer having the customer / waitress persona, "what do you do? If you don't mind me asking."

"Not at all," Geoff told her. "I started my own chemical company when I was twenty, sold out at twenty five for millions, and now I help smaller business that are failing to get back on their feet."

Bee was stunned. She was just expecting him to say "IT" or something! This definitely made her feel self-conscious.

"Is something wrong?" Geoff asked.

"Well, I mean," She replied, one thing about Bee, she did her best to always be honest, "I'm just a waitress. Why would you want to date a girl like me?"

Geoff thought about it before answering. He took a sip of his drink, but the suspense was killing Bee.

"You saw those other girls I took out?" He asked and Bee nodded. "Sure, they're young, beautiful, and wanted me. But... not to sound offensive, they're duller than dishwater."

Bee accidentally laughed so hard, she choked.

"You okay there?" Geoff asked as Bee tried to calm down her laughter.

"Yeah, yeah," She coughed, "Just not what I was expecting. So what's different about me?"

"I don't know yet," Geoff told her, "But you are different."

Bee was confused by that, but she wasn't going to question it.

The night went well. Geoff was surprisingly easy to talk to. She opened up about her tough childhood and how she wanted to go to Uni but couldn't afford it. He told Bee about his ex wife and how she cheated on him.

By 10pm they were the last ones in the restaurant, and not once did Bee stop smiling.

"Right, I think I better get you a taxi home." Geoff finally said when the staff made it clear they wanted to close.

It was late, and Bee had a great night...

Fuck it, just do it. Those other girls probably did.

"Do... you want me to come back to your place?" She asked.

And then, Geoff sighed, and his smile went for the first time.

"I don't think that's a good idea." He told her.

"Oh, right," Bee nodded and blushed out of humiliation. "Yeah, good thinking."

Geoff saw Bee into a taxi without a kiss goodbye. When she got into bed, she wracked her brain on how she fucked up the date so spectacularly.

Well, there it is. Had a date with a hot, lovely guy and I fucked it up! Nice going, Bee!

--

A week later Bee was working when her heart stopped as Geoff walked in.

If he's here on a date, I think I'll cry.

With her fingers twitching she went to greet him.

"Hi, table for how many?" She asked coldly.

"Bee, can we talk?" He asked.

"I'm working." She replied.

"Bee, two minutes." He said, and the firmness in his voice forced Bee to nod.

They walked to the side of the restaurant, out of sight.

"What did I do wrong?" Bee asked, unable to hold it in any longer.

"Nothing." Geoff replied.

"I obviously did something," She said, although she knew she sounded like a stupid little girl. "You asked me on the date, and then I throw myself at you, and you reject me."

"You saw all those girls I brought here?" Geoff replied. "They all threw themselves at me, but I'm looking for something different."

Bee was shocked. Annoyingly, it made sense. And she liked him. She really liked him! So putting her self respect aside, she asked him a question.

"Well, what can I do?" She asked.

This, well, this brought the smile back to Geoff's face.

"I am looking for something very specific," He told her, "And I wanted to make sure you were the right person."

"Bit confusing but okay." Bee replied.

"Here's my address," He told her. "Come tomorrow, 6pm. Don't be late."

Before Bee even got a chance to reply, he turned and left.

What the fuck?

She thought.

His address obviously was in the nicest area she could think of. And Bee spent the night going back and forth in her head about whether to go.

Oh, come on Bee, you know you're going.

It was decided. Bee wanted Geoff, and she knew he wanted her too. She just had to do whatever this specific thing was that he wanted.

--

Bee's hand knocked on Geoff's house, well, mansion. She was nervous and excited all at once.

She didn't want to wear the same dress as last time, so the nicest thing she had was a tight, black, leather shirt and a tight white t-shirt. If Bee was going to get Geoff, she wanted to look as hot as possible. And these clothes showed off her assets.

Geoff answered in just a shirt and trousers. It was strange to see him not in a suit.