Note from Slickman: This story is a fantasy and in no way promotes abuse to women. If such a story upsets you then do not proceed. The fat man Richie will get his in Chapter 02. All rights reserved.
Richie's Café Ch. 01
Mike and Darla Whitehouse drove around the small hick town of Whiskeyville until they finally found a house with a "FOR RENT" sign on it. Mike had just accepted a job as the town clerk of this small hick town in the foothills of South Carolina. The job didn't pay much but it would give him a start on building up his resume. His wife Darla had just finished Junior College in the Low Country and would also have to find some type of job to allow them to pay their bills.
Two weeks later after the UHAUL was unloaded they both quickly realized there were no higher level jobs available. As they ate lunch in the only café in town Darla saw a sign behind the counter that read: "HELP WANTED".
"Maybe I can get a job here," she said to her husband. They had only been married a little over a year.
"But you waited tables for five years while I got my degree," Mike said. "I don't want you doing it again."
"We need the money and this is the only job opened to me right now," she said holding his arm. "This looks like a real nice place." Darla got an application from the black waitress and filled it out that night. The next morning a girl called her to come in for an interview with the owner, Richie Johnson.
Darla kissed her husband as she left for her interview. The girl told her to wear jeans but she did not understanding why it was so important. Maybe the owner liked girls in jeans. She picked out her tightest pair in hopes of getting him to notice her ass. She was ushered into the back of the restaurant by a young girl with short hair and met Richie Johnson, the biggest fattest man she had ever seen.
He glanced at her application. "A college girl huh?"
"Yes sir, Junior College."
"Married."
It was not on her application however she saw him looking at her wedding band. "Yes sir, one year." She remembered that her husband had said an employer is not allowed to ask martial status however she was not going to tell him about it.
He put down the paper and opened his desk. After picking out a black garment that looked like a waitress dress he gave it to her. "Put this on and let me see how you look in it."
"Here?" She asked looking around the fat slobs cluttered office that was located in the corner of the storeroom towards the back of the restaurant. She knew that if she refused she would not be hired.
"Yes dear," Hog man grinned. "If it fits nicely on you I won't take the cost out of your first paycheck."
Darla looked down at her halter blouse and realized she was not wearing a bra and remembered she was wearing a very skimpy pair of white thongs under her tight jeans. "Would you turn around?"
He chuckled like Jabba The Hut and turned his desk chair slightly to the side. "Go ahead.'
She had always been shy with exposing her body even in the girl's gym class in high school. She knew her breasts were small compared to most women and her body was almost pure white since she rarely went to the beach. It was obvious the Tub was going to peek at her so she turned around and pushed down her jeans. The greasy smell from the kitchen nearby and the cold damp environment was causing her stomach to churn. As the tight jeans pushed down over her round buttocks her panties moved down with them until half of her ivory ass cheeks were exposed. She felt the cool air on her rear and quickly pulled up her panties. She heard him chuckle again which proved he was watching.
In her halter blouse and panties she took the dress and pushed her hand into the sleeve.
"You have to take off the blouse too," Jabba grunted.
"I...am not....wearing a...bra," she whispered.
"I can't see your little titties," Richie Johnson said. "Go ahead." His short stubby penis was rock hard for the first time in weeks.
Darla placed the dress on a box, and then quickly pulled the blouse up and over her bare chest and head. She leaned forward to grab the dress from the box near her knees and realized he could see the shape and most of her pink breast. Her trembling fingers grabbed the thin black uniform and jerked it upward to allow her hands to quickly slip into the sleeves. She quickly buttoned the three buttons and turned blushing at the smiling man.
"Very nice," Johnson said. "Come here and let me make sure it fits."
"It fits perfectly," Darla said taking a step backwards.
"DO YOU WANT THE JOB?" He asked in a loud voice.
"Yes," her meekly voice replied. Her knees shook as she walked up to the huge figure.
"It seems a little tight right here," he said while putting his open hand on the side of her left hip. He moved the hand up to her waist and then back down over her curved hip and slowly down her thigh. He felt her body trembling when his fingers moved down off the material and onto her bare leg just above her knee. It moved up under the dress.
"Mmmm....Mister John...son," she muttered. "Please........don't." No other man but her husband had ever touched her private flesh. "I'm.....married."
"Ha.......so am I," he laughed. He felt her body moving backwards and grabbed onto the middle of her thigh. "I'm a harmless old man. What harm will it do if you just give me a peek at that cute little body of yours?" His free hand quickly released the one button towards the bottom of the uniform. Before she could react he opened the flap and stared at the dark shadow of her pubic mound through the thin white panties. "I knew you were not a natural blonde," he laughed.
"STOP!" Darla managed to yell when his fat fingers grabbed the elastic waistband and pulled downward until her whole pubic mound was exposed. He laughed again while twirling his finger into her soft forest.
"KNOCK-KNOCK!"
They both turned to look at the door on the other side of the room. "GO AWAY!" He yelled.
"MR. JOHNSON. I HAVE TO ASK YOU SOMETHING!" A girl's voice yelled.
"SHIT!" He groaned as he let go of her leg and pulled his fingers from her twisted curls.
Darla jumped back and reconnected the button. "Do I have the job?"
"Yes," he grinned. "RONNIE COME ON IN!"
A woman who looked to be around thirty opened the door and walked inside. She glanced at the young girl's jeans and halter top on the box and smiled. "You must be Darla."
"Yes," Darla blushed as she picked up her clothing. "Are you the one I spoke with on the phone?"
"Yes," Ronnie replied. "I see you got the job."
"Enough," Richie said, sharply. "What is your question?"
"Do you want me to run the big or small ad this weekend?" Ronnie answered.
"Shit, you could have asked me that later," he growled.
"No sir, the deadline is three PM."
"The big ad," he said. "You can go." Before he could tell Darla to stay Ronnie took her hand. "Come with me and I'll get you the forms you have to fill out." They quickly walked out of the office.
"Thanks," Darla whispered when Ronnie closed the door.
"We have to watch out for each other around him," she whispered. "If you had refused to try on the uniform you would not have gotten the job."
"Isn't that sexual harassment?" Darla asked. She remembered her husband studying for a test on the subject.
"Probably but no one is willing to contest him. The police captain is his brother."
