Mia wore a black long-sleeve top that was fitted loosely, but still accentuated her large breasts. Her black pencil skirt reached just above her knees at a modest length, but clung to her legs and ass. It was slightly better than the uniform she wore at the diner, but the uncertainty of her new workplace made her feel more vulnerable.
As she sat in the van, she constantly pulled down the hem of her skirt, the gazes of the men in the car not going unnoticed by her. She was used to lecherous gazes, but seeing the large men intentionally bump into her despite the steady motion of the car unnerved her. She reminded herself of what was at stake, and found herself falling into a deep slumber.
When she was woken up, the first thing that she noticed was how the man woke her up. His hand rested on her bare lower thigh that had become visible as her skirt hiked up over the course of the car ride. He shook her by her thigh, his fingers reaching her inner thigh. She quickly woke up and pushed her skirt down, pushing his hand away in the process. He gave her a malicious smile before opening the doors to escort her.
As they moved towards the elevators, he placed his thumb on the sensor and spoke into the intercom, "Employee #5".
Throughout the entire time that they took to get to the room, Mia was constantly running her fingers through the tresses of her hair or pulling down the hem of her skirt in discomfort. Before she entered the room, she was handed a small black mask and a pin that marked her as Employee #5.
When she entered the room, she saw about 20 other women who were dressed similarly to her, all beautiful women. However, she noticed that she was probably the youngest at 18, as well as the shortest, which added to her fear.
She also noticed a couple of men who were dressed professionally, and immediately inferred that they would be their supervisors and higher-ups.
The man who she recognized to be her interviewer walked up to her. He looked down at her nametag on her chest and said, "Hello, #5." She felt uncomfortable at how long his gaze rested there, and she noticed how his gaze wandered over her breasts. She cleared her throat and he looked back up to her eyes. "I knew those eyes would shine through that mask."
She fidgeted with her hands, not knowing how to respond. "How are you doing, sir?"
He chuckled at that and place a large hand over her small shoulder. "No need to be so formal. You can just call me Craig. I can tell that you're nervous, but don't worry. You see all the men wearing red suits like I am?" She silently nodded, trying not to concern herself with how his hand was now running up and down her arm. "Follow what all of us say, and you'll secure the job with no problem. Otherwise, you know you'll be fired, and that's not a very ideal experience," he finished lowly.
Something about his tone was very dark, but she chose to look around to find someone that would save her from the arm that was now wrapped around her waist and squeezing her over her top. "Thank you, sir, but maybe I should be getting to know the other girls," Mia said, pointing towards the group of girls chatting.
He let go of her waist and smiled at her. "You're right. I shouldn't hog you for myself. We have all summer to get to know each other on a more personal level." As she walked away, he placed a gentle but firm slap on her ass. She yelped, but was relieved that no one seemed to have seen their exchange.
Mia joined a group of girls, but mostly just listened to their conversation. She began to zone out as she grew bored, and looked around. Her eyes zoned in on one girl. As one of the supervisors pressed up against her in a way that was sure to make the girl comfortable, Mia took a step forward, but a hand encircled her wrist, stopping her from moving forward. She looked down at the hand and then its owner to see that it was Craig. "Don't."
She immediately stopped in her tracks, but her eyes widened as she noticed that the blonde woman had now slapped her harasser across the face. Within seconds, the sound of the gunshot began to echo in her ears. Even as the other girls began to run, Mia's feet were locked in place. As the women began to fight against the supervisors, they were shot one by one until the remaining few women froze. Soon, everything went silent. There were no more gunshots and no more chatter.
Mia finally looked up from her daze and noticed that only five other women remained. They all looked frightened as they stared with wide eyes at the supervisors that had so casually shot over 20 people.
"We apologize for the inconvenience that those women caused," a man spoke. It was the same man that had been touching the blonde woman. "We hope you understand how it is important for you all to be respectful towards your supervisors as well as our clients. Any disobedience will lead to firing, so we sincerely wish that you six will be the better, more obedient employees."
"Let's all head to the bar to get everyone accustomed to their work," Craig spoke.
After going over basic instructions and the rules that they were expected to follow, all of the women were made to practice identifying and pouring different drinks. Mia was terrified as she tried to keep her hands steady. If she just followed their instructions, hopefully she would make it out of this place alive.
As she poured another drink, she felt the unmistakable hardness of a man's erection on her lower back. She immediately stilled; especially as large hands gripped tightly onto her hips. The man dropped his lips so that they gently grazed her earlobe as he whispered, "Continue pouring."
Mia forced herself to continue working as the man continued to press his erection further down so that it was pressing against her ass. She was pushed further into the counter as his large frame closed over her much smaller frame. She was sure that this was the same man who was harassing that poor woman earlier, so she bit her lip to stop herself from whimpering at the brutal abuse of her hips as they were pushed forcefully against the counter and fingers dug into them.
She tried to keep a steady hand to pour the drink, but as he pulled away and thrust harshly into her ass, Mia found herself spilling the drink. Without a care, he continued blissfully humping the young beauty at his disposal. "Sir," she whispered gently. "I'm having troubling pouring the drink."
After a couple of thrusts, the man groaned into her ear and pulled away, slightly annoyed by the interruption. He looked at the spilt drink on the counter. "You've made quite a mess there." Mia bit her tongue to stop herself from complaining about how it had been his fault. "We don't want to waste our tablecloths for your mistakes. You can maybe just wipe it off with your top or even your skirt." Mia could not see how the man licked his lips at the thought of her pulling her skirt up to her waist to try to wipe at the counter.
Mia silently untucked her top and pulled the stretchable material to wipe down the counter in front of her, exposing the skin of her stomach. He touched the skin of her waist without hesitation as she continued wiping. As she finished wiping the counter, she felt his hand pinch the side of her waist, causing her to yelp. She heard the low chuckle from behind her as his hands began moving up.
"David, leave the girl alone," a voice boomed from beside her. The hands immediately paused and snaked out of her top.