Note: This story is the twentieth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous nineteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.
This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.
I had to go to work at the Silly Squirrel on both Saturday and Sunday afternoon. The owners had been very good to me. I didn't feel like I could just walk out on them.
Sunday all the guys came over at noon to watch football. I had to leave at three to go to work. It was really hard to do. Everyone was having fun. I liked this group.. There were nine of us, Ponce, Danny, Jamal, Darbs, Big Julius, Adam, Jake, Tony and of course myself. We were quickly becoming best friends.
By now I'd slept with all of them and everyone was asking for another date. The logistics were becoming a problem. It was hard to find the time to fuck six other guys and still have time for Ponce, Danny, my school work and a job.
After my shift at the Silly Squirrel ended on Sunday night, my boss took me aside. "April you've been an excellent employee. Were going to miss you. If your new job doesn't work out, come back and see us. We would be more than happy to hire you again."
I smiled and thanked him. As I walked out of the Squirrel I was happy that I wouldn't have to work there anymore, still it was nice to know that my efforts were appreciated.
Monday was an exciting day for Ponce, Danny and me. We were starting our new jobs.
We attended our morning classes and met at the grill at noon. After eating lunch with our friends we walked back to the apartment together.
Once we got to the apartment I tried on both of my work outfits and modeled them for Ponce and Danny. We got so excited that we had to have a short three way quickie before we got ready to go to work. I was beginning to appreciate having two guys to play with at the same time.
Mr. Ballantine had asked us to report for work by three on Monday. We understood why, it was the first day the restaurant was to be open. We needed some time to learn how to do our jobs.
When I finished getting dressed I looked in the mirror. I did look hot, but I realized that I also looked like a hooker. I decided that my outfit might be just a little bit too suggestive for street wear. I found my gym bag, took off my blouse and skirt, carefully folded them and put them into the bag along with my spike heeled shoes. When that was done, I ran back into the bedroom and put on a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt and a pair of basketball shoes. My outfit wasn't glamorous, but it also wouldn't get me arrested as a prostitute on my way to work.
Ponce and Danny were both wearing black dress pants and a white shirt. Apparently bartenders also had a designated outfit.
Just as we were about to leave I had a wicked idea. I stopped and turned to Danny. I put my arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the lips. "There are going to be lots of men staring at me tonight. I'm afraid that our little pussy boy might get excited. We wouldn't want him to lose control and start playing with himself would we."
Danny immediately grasped what I was doing and said, "I think you're right April. You'd better lock Ponce up before we leave."
I looked at Ponce. He was smiling.
"Cuck boy, fetch my anklet and your cage."
Ponce disappeared into the bedroom. He quickly reappeared carrying his chastity cage.
I sat down in a chair. Ponce was standing in front of me. "Give me your cage and pull your pants down."
Ponce handed me the cage, unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers. He cock was sticking straight out. I thumped it twice with my index and middle fingers. He immediately lost his erection.
This was a trick I'd learned from one of the girls in the dorm. Her mother was a nurse. Supposedly she did this in the hospital when she was bathing men and they got erections. The girl told us about it one night while a group of us were sitting in a dorm room gossiping. I was skeptical when I first heard it, but I was wrong. It was very effective.
I quickly slipped Ponce's chastity cage into place and snapped the lock shut. After I was done I stood up. "Kneel down and put my anklet on me."
Ponce got on his knees and fastened the chain around my ankle. As soon as he was finished I said, "Very good, you may stand again."
As Ponce was getting up, I turned to Danny. "That got me excited. I think that you and I might have to have a little party when we get home from work tonight."
I looked at Ponce. "If you behave yourself, I'll take your cage off when Danny's done fucking me. You can lick my asshole and jack off."
Ponce bowed and said, "Thank you Mistress April, that would be very generous."
Ponce loved the game just as much as I did."
We pulled up in front of the Goldenrod at a quarter to three. We were amazed when we walked in the front door. Last Wednesday the place was filled with painters, carpenters and electricians. Now it was a finished restaurant.
The decor was bit overdone, but it certainly created an atmosphere of posh elegance. We passed through the coat check area and went into the bar. The dim lighting, gold wallpaper, deep burgundy rugs and dark woodwork created an environment of relaxed luxury.
I immediately understood what Mr. Ballantine was doing. He was providing the same palatial atmosphere as the Kensington Grill. Both restaurants were courting affluent businessmen on expense accounts. His bar and restaurant were every bit as opulent as the Kensington's. The decor might have been a little flashier, but it was still elegant.
The problem was that for businessmen out on the town, the Kensington Grill was dull. Mr. Ballantine realized that his clientèle wanted a little bit of spice during their evening out. That was where I came in, I was the spice.
"Welcome to the Goldenrod!"
We turned. Percy Ballantine was walking over to us.
"April, Danny and Ponce, it's so nice to see you. Thank you for coming in early today. We need the extra time for a little orientation."
He looked at me. "April, that's not exactly the outfit that I was expecting."
I smiled and held up my gym bag. "My work outfit is in here. I felt it was just a little too racy for street wear."
Mr. Ballantine raised his eyebrows. "That certainly piques my curiosity. Why don't you put on your work outfit while I get Ponce and Danny settled. You can change in the ladies room over there. For tonight we'll put your gym bag in my office. I'll have to figure out some kind of locker arrangement for Traci, Cindy and you." He grinned at me. "I really want to do everything I can to encourage you to wear outfits that are a little too racy for the street."
I went to the ladies room and changed. When I got back to the cocktail lounge, Ponce and Danny were standing behind the bar with four other men. A gentleman in his early fifties was showing them how to operate a credit card machine. I assumed that he was George Thomas, the head bartender.
Mr. Ballantine was standing with three women. One was very matronly. She appeared to be about the same age as George Thomas. She was wearing an elegant, but conservative dress. She was standing directly across from Mr. Ballantine. He was talking to her.
The other two women were standing on each side of Mr. Ballantine. The woman on his left must have been in her mid thirties. She was a gorgeous blond with a large bust, narrow waist and a full round ass that would grab the attention of any healthy heterosexual male.
The other woman seemed to be about my age. She was an attractive brunette. Her bust wasn't as large as the blond's, but she had a trim athletic figure that most men would find very alluring. Both women were dressed in attire very similar to my own.
When he saw me coming over, Mr. Ballantine smiled and said, "That's more like it, April you now look very hot."
I walked right up to him and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, I tried."
"April Hansen, I want you to meet your three co workers." He turned to the gorgeous blond. "This is Traci Dylan.
I smiled at Traci. "It's nice to meet you."
She nodded, "It's nice to meet you to April."
Mr. Ballantine gestured towards the young brunette on his right. "This is Cindy Warner."
Cindy flashed me a big grin and said, "Hi April, its nice to meet you." Cindy had what you might call a bubbly personality. It was the kind of personality that might be a little irritating in some situations, but I had a feeling that middle aged business men were going to eat it up."
I nodded to her. "Hi Cindy, it's nice to meet you to."
Mr. Ballantine continued, "You, Traci and Cindy will be handling most of the waitressing duties in the cocktail lounge. You will notice that all three of you are dressed to draw the attention of adult males."
Mr. Ballantine looked at Cindy and me. "Traci used to dance at the Black Knight. She may be able to teach you a few tricks about teasing and flirting with men."
I looked at Traci, "I am more than willing to try anything that will earn us better tips."
Cindy giggled, "Me to."
Traci smiled at both of us. "I think were going to get along very well."
Now it was Mr. Ballantine's turn to smile. "That's the spirit. If you work it right, the three of you have the potential to earn a lot of tip money."
He turned to the older woman. "This is Alice Rand. Alice will be your immediate supervisor. I hired Alice away from the Kensington Grill. She has years of experience as a cocktail waitress in upscale bars."
Alice looked at Traci, Cindy and me. "I will be teaching all three of you the mechanics of being a good waitress. I don't care how sexy you look, if you can't get the drink orders right, you will have disappointed customers. Disappointed customers don't leave tips. The things I am going to teach you won't be noticed unless you fail to do them."
Mr. Ballantine sat down on a bar stool. "I want you to treat Alice like a college professor. She is your mentor. Is that clear?"
We all nodded in agreement.
