I started sucking a cock a couple of times per week, usually for the $60, though some refused, like Sam, who would only give me $40 to repeat the same act. It was making my rent in way less time, and I was getting used to the idea, not feeling so ashamed, and actually kinda liking the attention I felt I was getting from men. They wanted me, my mouth. I was attractive, or at least, face fuckable. I felt good about myself.
Then one day at the diner things fell apart. My boss, a fat, Italian man in his 50s told me I had to stay late to do the cleaning even though it wasn't my job. He let Sherry, the other waitress go early, at my time. I hated doing the cleaning because it could take me over an hour and I was making less than $3 per hour as a waitress. With no tips, what's the point? After the last patron was gone, he locked the door and sat in a chair near the back of the dining room watching me mop. A few minutes into it, he spoke, startling me.
"Nikki, take off your panties. I want a better view when you bend over."
"What?" I turned and looked at him, stunned, declaring I would not do such a thing.
He stood up, his 6'3" body towering over me, and slapped me on the face.
"You will do as I it actually, you little bitch. You think I don't know about you?" He glared at me. "I didn't hire no whore to work in my business. How dare you go about whoring yourself to the neighborhood. I'm a laughing stock. This is a family place you know."
My face was on fire, red from being humiliated and from being slapped. "I'm sorry. I'll get my stuff and go."
"No you don't seem to get it bitch, you will go. You are fired. But you will be my whore first. You owe me."
I stood looking at him, frozen. My heart beating so fast.
