"Lindsey go to my office. I'll be there in 15 minutes or so."
The petit blond MILF, hung her head on the verge of tears and nearly ran out of the kitchen. The other chefs looked at each other and steadily avoided my gaze. They knew she was fired.
I nodded to my Sous Chef and said, "Find the Bar Manager and meet me in the empty banquet room in 5 minutes." I turned to the rest of the people and said in my "kitchen voice" "OK everyone show's over. Let's get this cleaned up and finish serving this party."
The crew went back to their jobs instantly and less than 3 minutes later all the food was plated and in their respective warming boxes.
After speaking with the manager and my number 2 I proceeded to my office. This could get ugly but I was pretty sure I knew what to do.
I quietly stepped into my office to see Lindsey struggling to keep her composure. It was obvious she had just finished crying. Her long lashes were still wet but she was being brave. I took off my toque and tossed it into the chair next to her. Then I walked around to sit at my desk. I lit a cigarette and sat down as calmly as I could.
"PLEASE DON'T FIRE ME!! i NEED MY JOB. MY KIDS WILL STARVE!", She pleaded. Now I knew this to be partly bullshit but I let her go on. She burst into tears again.
I tried to talk but she just kept crying harder. Finally I said, "Lindsey, here's my room key. Go take a shower, have a drink and compose yourself." This was not an uncommon but it was something I usually granted as a reward. My room at the resort had a full bar and was always clean. If we had a particularly rough day or someone did an outstanding job under the usual stress I sent them to my room for a shower and a cocktail or two. There was nothing sexual about this and everyone knew it. At one time or another all of my employees had been there and enjoyed the amenities.
She looked up at me in disbelief. Her eyes searched mine and before she could speak again I said, "Go before I change my mind. I'll be along in a little while." When she reached the door I said, "When I get there we're going to talk. No more tears, OK?"
She shook her head and disappeared.
I went back out into the kitchen and got a status report. All party goers had entrees and it would be another half hour until dessert service to begin. The bar manager came by and said, "Great idea, Chef. Looking forward to having the help." I nodded and left the kitchen. On my way to my room I made up my mind. If she was smart and took my offer she'd still be employed. If she gave me ANY shit she was gone. Lindsey was a decent cook. She was on time for every shift. She was even pretty talented. But this was going to be the first time I had to fire someone because they were a fucking clutz. It was so bad that she was endangering others. Fortunately it was all documented.
I tapped at the room door to let her know I was there. I let myself in and called her name. She answered from the sitting area. The room was a suite with a separate bedroom and living room. The air was humid from her shower but at least she wasn't bawling. I walked in and seeing she was only wearing a towel, walked to the bar and got a diet coke from the fridge.
Opening it up I looked at her and said, "Lindsey go into the bathroom and put your clothes on. Sorry to get back before you could finish." I wanted to give her every chance in the world. I had a proposition for her but not the kind she was thinking. While she got dressed another proposition popped to mind.
She came back out in her chef's uniform and sat down on the couch. I instituted a policy of shorts when I took the job. Most people didn't think you were wearing pants because the apron hung below your shorts. This wasn't helping my imagination at all.
Before I could start explaining what I had in mind Lindsey told me that this would be her 3rd job in less than a year and that her husband would start smacking her around again. She explained what an abusive relationship she was in and that she was sure this would make him do something bad.
"Please don't fire me. I'll do whatever you want me to. I'll wash dishes, I'll clean the dumpster anythign just don't fire me!" She started crying again.
"Stop!" I said in my kitchen voice. It's like a stage voice in that you are speaking very loud in order to be heard over all the equipment. You can't yell because your voice would be destroyed in a day. You learn to speak really loud without yelling. In the quiet room it echoed.
"Here's the deal, Lindsey. I'm going to make you the F&B coordinator. Your schedule is going to fluctuate. Can you handle this?"
She blinked at me. I could tell that this was not what she expected. "But I thought..." she stammered.
"You thought you were going to be let go. I understand. There's a few things about this job that you need to be willing to do." I stated. Anyone who worked for me knew my serious voice. They quickly learned that if you didn't listen when I spoke your ass WAS out the door.
"Whatever you want. Just ask" she promised. Now my brain was in overtime. Here sat a cute blond spinner with the most incredible ass I'd ever seen.
"Before I explain it all to you I want you to understand something: you will do what I ask you to. "No" is not in your vocabulary." I looked her in the eyes and could see that what I was saying struck her. You could see from her expression the idea was getting across.
I got up to get another soda and when I turned back her chef's coat was wide open revealing two lovely "B" cup breasts and she was tugging at her apron strings revealing the ass I had so many nasty thoughts about.
"Lindsey stop" I said in a much softer voice. I turned my back again and said "please put yourself back together." I turned back just in time to see the white lovely firm ass disappear behind white cloth again.
I sat down looking at her waiting for her to sit down. She turned red as I gestured for her to sit again. "Why did you do that? The last guy who fired me wanted to fuck me. I didn't because he was an asshole." she said very quietly.
"Lindsey you are a lovely woman and I'll admit I've had thoughts about you. But this isn't a one time thing. If you take this job you will be at my beck and call. You will do what I tell you when I tell you. Do you understand what I am saying. Honey I'll expect you to do things you probably have never even thought of let alone heard of. It's completely up to you." I explained to her. I was being reasonable and giving her every out I could.
"What do you want me to do?" She asked. You could tell from her expression that she was willing to let me fuck her right then and there.
"I want you to go home and think about this. I'm not asking for a decision now. If you are here tomorrow at 9:00 am dressed presentably but not too nicely I'll presume you've accepted my offer. Does that work for you?"
Now she was completely confused. She thought I was going to make her do all these nasty things right then and there and I was turning her loose. Her lovely blue eyes studied my face as I lit a cigarette and sipped my coke.
"OK. What time tomorrow?" she asked. Her face showed some hope.
"9:00 am. I'll be in my office."
The next morning she show's up dressed to the nines.
"Lindsey, go home. Put on jeans or whatever but be ready to work. You'll be in the storeroom most of the day. Dress appropriately please." She was speechless. She hauled ass right out while I admired that incredible ass under her skirt moving smartly down the hall and out the door.
She spent the next week reorganizing and cleaning storerooms, wine cellars, and walk in refrigerators. She did all the "been meaning to's" that had been on my list for months. In the meantime I was so fucking busy with banquets and opening another restaurant that I rarely saw her other than in my office at 9:00 am and when she left for the day.
One night after a particularly long and busy day I was having a drink with my number two. He told me that everyone thought I'd be fucking that little dish and when I wasn't they all thought I was gay. This from a man who knew I once had two girls in my room for three days straight getting fucked every which way. He laughed and said it was a good thing having Lindsey working out of the kitchen where she couldn't hurt anybody. Then he asked if I knew of her husband.
"No what's with him?"
"He owns one of the largest car dealerships in the state. Big time money and big time asshole. I guess if you're not fucking her now there's no need to warn you off." He just smiled and launched into a story about the time he got caught licking the ass of the Hotel Director when her husband walked in on them.
The next day right at 9:00 am Lindsey shows up at my door. She was wearing a short sleeved shirt and old jeans that fit her like a second skin. She gave me a cheerful hello and sat down in the chair across from me. "What's on the agenda for today?"