Employee Of The Month 4

The air is dense, wet. It clung to my skin, crept into my lungs like a second breath.

Haruka shifted above me. Her heartbeat thrummed against my back, steady, unbothered. My own pulsed like a war drum, deafening my ears.

I am flying. I am underground.

My thighs trembled, my toes curled. The bed is too soft. The walls too far away. My body burned, my mind flew, and yet--

I can see everything. I can feel everything.

The heat pooling between my legs, the fingers digging into my waist, the soft, warm sensation of Haruka breathing against my ear--

I felt it all.

Too much. Not enough.

A breath. A shift. A slow, creeping smile above me.

"Mm~ Baby, you're shaking."

She bucked down into me.

My mouth opened. No sound came out.

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Another night, another penny.

Approaching the main doors of the café, I spotted my boss, Haruka, mid-rant and screaming at someone just out of sight.

Red-faced, sweating, veins bulging, seems like just another day in the office for her.

"...shoving half of Colombia up your nose after every shift, and you still think you deserve more than a goddamn sweatshop worker?"

"Yeah, fuck you, too!"

"Hey, boss." I greeted her, trying to inject a sense of normalcy into the chaos.

She barely glanced at me before flashing a sharp, familiar grin. "Ah, there's a sight for sore eyes. Gimme a sec with this prick, yeah?"

Sauntering out from behind the counter, she briskly followed my coworker out back, still hurling profanity the whole way.

"Take your time." I muttered under my breath.

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"...hey. Hey."

"...mmph--wha, huh??"

I jolted awake, disoriented, still slouched over the counter, a pair of hands clapping in front of my face. I saw Haruka standing in front of me, a little disheveled, and her eyes gleaming with her signature crazy look.

"Enjoying your little nap, pipsqueak?"

"N-No, I'm sorry, I--"

"Yeah, figures," she cut me off, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. "I mean, hey, with all those night shifts you pull, what are we looking at? Twenty-three hours of sleep a week maybe?"

She took her time crossing the counter, slow and deliberate, like she was savoring the sight of me squirming.

"Y-Yeah, I guess so."

"Three to five hours a night," she mused. "Keep that up, and they'll be scraping you off the pavement sooner or later."

Her voice oozed with the faux-concern that I knew too well. I rolled my eyes, already knowing exactly where this was headed.

"Right."

"It's a damn shame I don't pay you to sleep on the job, though." She leaned in, voice dropping to something almost sweet--daring me to say something.

"Twelve bucks an hour for a lazy ass who can't even make a decent macchiato? Hell of a bargain, ain't it?"

Just like that, her voice shifted--chipper to cold, teasing to a low, dangerous growl. She came to a stop beside me, her five-foot-eight frame looming overhead. Her scent then hit me next: booze and cigs, mixed with the sickly-sweet perfume that she always likes to wear.

"Maybe I should start docking your pay for every little fuck-up. Then, have you earn your salary back the

fun

way, if you catch my drift~ ♡"

"I'm... s-sorry," I whispered, my voice on the verge of breaking. "I haven't h-had a decent night's sleep... in a while."

Haruka's smile never wavered, but her eyes gleamed with something darker. "Mmmm, it's alright, sweetie, it's okay." she purred, her hand now softly combing my hair, the soft touch completely at odds with the harsh words that had just left her lips.

I stiffened at her touch, but she just smiled down at me, her voice now motherly and soothing.

Ah... not again.

"I just need you to stop being such a dullard of a cunt, you know?"

Keep it together, Molly. Just keep it together...

"Y-Yes, ma'am."

"That's a goooood girl~ I know you'll figure something out, you always do, don't you?" Her hands trailed up to my face this time, fingertips gliding over my skin in an almost playful manner. It was too personal, too intimate.

"Ooohh, I almost forgot," she purred. "Be a doll and take the night shift for tomorrow night, 'mkay?"

"W...What?"

Her smile never wavered, but I could feel her grip on my face tightening. Just enough to remind me exactly who was in control.

"See, your cocksucker of a coworker won't be coming back anytime soon. That leaves

you

in charge tomorrow night--until I can find a replacement."

"Why...? I-I mean, why isn't he coming back?" I asked, already dreading the answer.

"Why? Oh, I'll

tell

you why."

Her grip on my face stayed light--too light. Just enough to make me aware of her nails, pressing in like a threat waiting to be cashed in.

"He spends more time getting blitzed than he does making coffee. That's why."

A little tighter.

"I've caught that bastard stealing from my register. That's

why.

"

Sharper.

"He gets into scuffles whenever he's tweaking his head off on that Bolivian marching powder. That's

WHY.

"

Deeper.

Each 'why' hit like a slap. Louder, angrier, the pressure on my cheeks now starting to burn. Not that I had the luxury of pulling away.

"O-Oh."

"I don't like employing addicts in my establishment, as you can imagine. Fuckwads, every last one of them."

"Yeah, I-I can see that."

Her fingers gripped my face harder, enough to leave my lips puckered and my breath shallow. The way she held me felt suffocating, like an abusive mom who had just lost her marbles at her daughter.

"I'd

very

much appreciate it if you'd stop asking me all these stupid fuckin' questions, too. Just nod that little head off, say 'Yes, ma'am' like the good girl you're supposed to be, and do

exactly

as I tell you."

I fell silent, shivering as this unhinged woman, ever so calmly, curled her arms tighter around me. I could barely even process her words, her breath creeping into my ear as she leaned even closer.

"Am I clear, pip? ♡"

"Y-Yes... ma'am." I mumbled, my voice weak and defeated.

"Mmmmm, that's what I'm talkin' about," Haruka purred, her fingers ruffling my hair.

Then, out of nowhere, her lips were on my neck. Hot, needy, as if she was starved for something only I could give.

I gasped, my body tensing, my breath stalling.

"A-Auhh, Haruka... don't." My fingers curled into her hair, but it did nothing to stop. If anything, it only spurred her on. Her kisses deepened, slow and deliberate, dragging heat down my spine in lazy, sinful strokes.

"Someone m-might... mmh, see us..."

A useless protest.

I was bent over the counter before I even knew what was happening, her lips and tongue never leaving my neck.

"Mmm, m-mhh... nohh..." I whimpered, my body falling limp beneath her.

"Hang on, baby, just getting a little taste..." she murmured, her voice low and raspy. Her grip tightened, pinning my wrists behind my back--securing me.

"Mnm, Molly, you smell so sweet~ ♡"

The warm bite of her breath ghosted my skin, warm and achingly slow, each kiss sinking me deeper into helplessness.

The words, the heat, the sheer overwhelming intensity, all of it made my mind hazy.

"Auuh... ahhaa, f-fuck..."

"Can't wait to have you all by myself soon~" Haruka exhaled, her lips grazing the shell of my ear, her voice nothing but raw hunger.

It felt like an eternity before she finally pulled away, but she didn't let me go. She stayed wrapped around me, pressing me down on the counter.

Mounting me like a prize pony.

"Before 9 PM tomorrow. Don't be late~ ♡" Her whisper lingered in my ear, each word dripping with unspoken promise.

She then walked away, nonchalantly, leaving me still reeling from what just happened.

...The fuck have I just gotten myself into...?

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[8:41 P.M.]

Against my better judgment, I showed up the next day--err, night--anyway. I spent a solid seven minutes just standing in front of the doors, my hand frozen on the handle, contemplating whether or not I should go through with it.

In the end, I went inside. Haruka was already waiting.

"Heheheeeyy, look who it is!" She waved me over from the counter, grinning like she hadn't strong-armed me into this. "My favorite little wagie. Just when I needed ya too, come, come!"

I sighed, more out of frustration than anything, then briskly followed her behind the counter. I was led into the employees-only room, just behind the milk freezer, where she promptly handed me a maid uniform.

If you could even call it that.

It looked like it belonged in a stripper's drawer more than in a café waitress'.

"...the fuck am I holding?"

Haruka laughed, amused by my discomfort, before leaning in close. "A string microbikini, pip. Meido style~" She pointed to the tiny little apron stitched to the panties. "Try it on, I did my best to guess your sizes."

Being naked is more preferable than this horseshit.

"B-Boss, you seriously can't expect--"

"bOsS, yOu SeRiOuSlY cAn'T eXpEcT--ah-ah, no backsies for you, baby," she wagged a finger at me, grinning. "You know how much that two-piece cost? Definitely more than those plastic monster horsecocks you seem to

love

collecting."

I clenched my teeth, my frustration building.

She's fucking with me...

"Since when did you decide you were running a tittybar...?"

"Since like, oh I dunno, yesterday?" Her grin shifted, turning into something taunting. "Why do you think I asked you to take this shift?"

Of course. My coworker getting fired was just an excuse. I should've known.

I glared at her, not that I was surprised by what she said.

"C'mon, pip, just this night? I'll sweeten the deal if you go through with this~" She stepped in closer, voice dripping with promise.

"...Like what?"

"Like that long-overdue raise you've been pining for." She paused, the smile on her face fading just slightly, but then her tone turned sharp. "You have no idea how fucking annoying you've been asking for it every week."

For a second, she sounded lighthearted, almost playful. The next, she sounded like she was itching to sock someone on the nose.

She really is fucking with me.

"Uh-huh, a five-dollar increase for parading around like a whore." I rolled my eyes. "Might as well just go work at an actual brothel."

"How does fiftee--no, twenty bucks sound?"

"...Twenty?" I repeated, blinking in disbelief.

"Yeah, twenty. Definitely more than your scrawny ass will ever make getting fucked by men twice your age."

I looked down at the bikini in my hands, the flimsy strings barely enough to be considered clothing. I couldn't even tell which part was supposed to cover my bits--if any part of it even did. Haruka just stared at me, grinning, eagerly waiting for an answer.

"Do I... have to wear this every night, or just tonight?"

"Every night."

I froze.

"If you want to, that is~"

"Hah--" I gasped in relief. "A-Alright, just this night. Just once."

Haruka clicked her tongue, disappointed but not surprised.

"Mmm, bummer. Was hoping you'd say every night." She stretched, scratching her neck, that taunting smile creeping back onto her lips. "Oh well~ Have a nice shift, pip! And be sure to give any customers a

real

treat, 'mkay?"

"Y-Yeah, yeah, whatever..." I mumbled, barely holding it together.

I can handle this. It's just one night.

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[8:54 P.M.]

I got dressed in that set of fetish gear the second Haruka was out of sight.

A black microbikini with a tiny maid apron stitched onto the panties. In it, I felt cold, exposed and naked. The apron offered a false sense of modesty, like some cruel, tasteless joke. I was no stranger to doing undignified crap for money, but this? This was just crossing a line and a half.

"I've seen pasties that cover more than this..."

I took my time staring at myself in the mirror, its reflection a sarcastic mockery. My scrawny, pasty white frame, barely covered by the outfit. It was a sight that would've made even an exotic dancer blush.

Strangely enough, I wasn't as embarrassed as I thought I'd be. Rather, I felt a mild, quiet rush building up inside of me. Something I couldn't quite place, a mix of dread, anxiety, and... something else.

"Ahh... fuck it, here goes nothing." I whispered to myself, my voice hollow.

I stepped out onto the main floor, my legs shaking with anticipation and embarrassment.

At first, nothing happened. I expected gasps, leers, maybe even a few snickers here and there.

Instead, the waiting customers were... almost expectant. Their eyes didn't burn with the judgment I anticipated.

No, they were

hungry

eyes. Ones that watched me like I was a spectacle, something they were used to, something they expected.

"Hoooohh, that's my girl!" Haruka hollered from a nearby table, her voice filled with glee and satisfaction. "Let's go, pip. Give these boys a show~ ♡"

Her words hit me like a smack, a grim reminder of just what kind of game I was playing--or rather, was forced to play.

I swallowed hard, my breath becoming shallow, before glancing back at the room. Rows upon rows of men, of all ages, leering at my half-naked body, their eyes tracing every inch that was visible.

Not one female customer was in sight.

I crossed an arm over my chest, and pressed a hand between my thighs--but I knew it did nothing to save what little chastity I had left.

With the promise of that $32 an hour dangling over me, I clenched my jaw and began serving them.

I could feel every movement, every stare, every touch that wasn't there yet, but would be soon.

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[9:00 P.M.]

Three hours. I got this.

Catcalls, wandering hands, and stares that could've burned a hole straight through me. Nothing too bad--

not yet

.

Every now and then, I'd steal a glance at Haruka, still lounging at a table in the far corner of the café. Her eyes were still locked onto me, sharp and hungry, like a tiger patiently waiting for its dinner.

"She's a tad small for my taste, but eh, any port in a storm, amirite?" One customer chuckled, his hand gripping my ass as I tried to set their drinks down. Raucous laughter followed, loud and carefree, oblivious to how exposed I felt.

"Yeah, when Haruka told us about this, I expected a bombshell," one of them added, his voice oozing with derision. "Not a runt like you."

"Well, you get what you pay for, schmuck." I shot back, feeling the sting of my own words. He just smirked at me, unfazed.

Right then, I felt the sting of my thong getting yanked upward, the string digging into both my ass and my pussy. A sharp gasp left my throat as I shrieked, the cup of water slipping from my hand and splashing across the floor.

"You're right, we should just enjoy the show while we're at it!"

"Hooohh!! Ah, s-stop that!" I screamed, spinning around, heart pounding in my chest, but before I could even process what was happening, I froze.

Across the café, Haruka's disapproving throat-clear cut through the air, the sound of it icy and cold. I looked up to see gently shaking her head at me, glaring at me I was a misbehaving child.

I sighed, my stomach sinking, a familiar numbness creeping back into my limbs. I dropped to the floor to pick up the spilled cup, but the second I bent over, I felt it.

Their eyes. Their stares, burning into the bare curves of my ass. The thong rode up as I stretched down to grab the fallen cup. Their low chuckles, their whispers, the shift of bodies as they leaned in for a closer look--I heard all of it.

They're all watching me.

I swallowed hard. My shift was still far from over, and I can't afford to show weakness.

Not yet.

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[10:24 P.M.]

Pull yourself together... you can do this.

The harassment, the groping--none of it let up as my shift dragged on. Customers only grew bolder, more brazen, more cruel.

Every glance, every touch, all of it made it clear: I was merely another piece of meat for them to leer at.

To devour.

"Careful now, those cakes are expensive," a salaryman customer muttered, feigning concern as I set the plates down in front of him.

His hand casually fondled at my ass, groping, kneading it like it was raw dough. I whimpered and groaned, trying to steady my grip on the tableware.

"S-Stop, at least l-let me..."

"Mmm? Let you what?" His voice was all honey-sweet. His grin was anything but.

Before I could stammer out a response, his hand shot up, yanking my thong upwards with a sudden, vicious snap.

There was no pain this time. There was... something else.

Something humiliating.

My body betrayed me, clenching, shivering with unwanted delight through my groin as the fabric, wet and slick, dug even deeper into my inner folds. The thong strained with every tug, and for a split second, I feared it might actually snap under the pressure.

I almost hoped it would, too.

"Aaghh, n-nohh!"

"Petite, yet curvy. I know plenty of men who'd love to get their hands all over you, little lady," he murmured, his voice low and sensual. "Men who prefer their 'meals' a little younger. A good price for the right girl, of course."

Great, a fucking douchecanoe who thinks I'm a kid...

"H-Hard... hard pass..." I snapped, my voice trembling with equal defiance and dread.

"Why not? You're already doing this, aren't ya? Serving customers dressed up like a little whore. At least with my clients, you'd only need to service one man at a time."

"S-Still no... mmhhh!"

I stood on my toes as his arm lifted higher, the soaked fabric already starting to burn on my clit and pussy lips.

No, I'm gonna...

"N-Nhohho, fuck... l-let me go...!" I gasped, my voice ragged, already on the brink of something I didn't want. He obliged almost immediately, the pressure disappearing just as quickly as it disappeared.

I was left bent over his table, panting, breathless, and my heart pounding like a drum.

"Fine, but I'll leave you my offer." he said, sliding a business card across the table, his smirk widening. "Y'know, just in case you change your mind."

This can't go on.

That heat between my legs--it was starting to become unbearable.

"Hey, what the fuck, what's taking that bitch so long!?" I heard a customer yell from another table, the impatience evident from his voice.

"Y-Yes, coming!" I stammered, my voice unsteady as I forced myself upright, ignoring the dull throb between my legs. With jelly-like steps, I made my way to their table, balancing the tray in my hands.

My ass was then immediately met with a forceful slap.

"Nyahhh!!"

"Took you a while, babygirl." The customer growled, his voice thick with an accent. A heavyset man, foreign-looking, flanked by two others who looked just like him--twin hulks who appeared more like thugs than patrons.

Fuck me, they're all so huge...

"Careful man, poor thing might drop all of that." One of them sneered, eying me like I was prey.

"Well, if that happens, I'm sure she knows how to pay us back," the first man added, his hand suddenly gripping my nipple that had slipped free from my bikini.

He twisted it hard, squeezing a mewl out of me and forcing me to meet his gaze. "Ain't that right, baby?"

"S-Stop it... ahh!"

The others chuckled, watching me squirm as the man's fingers pinched my stiff nub. A jolt of unwanted euphoria shot through my body, but I forced myself to keep steady, managing just enough composure to finish setting the last of their order down.

"That's a good girl. We'll take it from here," the man said, finally letting me go.