Working in a popular restaurant in a college town affords me the privilege of coming in contact with many beautiful waitresses. Working as one of the cooks, I have quite a bit of contact with them which affords me the opportunity to get to know them pretty well. However, working as a cook in any restaurant hardly pays the bills. It was simply a way for me to "recruit" good looking women for my "real" job. Actually I don't need a job. I am a multi-millionaire. I simply like having something to do.
The thing about beautiful college women is that many of them are so stuck up they can't see beyond the end of their noses. Though I was on a first name basis with many of the girls at the restaurant, I could tell most of them would rather not have to look at me, let alone talk to me. They all thought I was simply a minimum wage cook. It is this little fact that helps motivate me. I really don't like stuck up bitches.
At this particular restaurant, the waitresses could only wear restaurant issued tee-shirts or a black shirt with jeans. The tee-shirts were usually your everyday shirts. The black shirts could be any type, as long as it was black. From my position behind the line, I always had a fantastic view of each and every girl who worked there. Though there were quite a few waitresses, I had decided on only a few for the "first installment."
I had long decided that I needed help with my plans. After careful consideration, I decided to let a girl named Nancy in on my little secret. Nancy was not very attractive, so many of the other girls hardly said a word to her. She was tall at 6'0 and weighed probably 180—a big boned girl, but not fat. She had shoulder-length, dirty blonde hair, what appeared to be DD tits, and a larger than average ass. She appeared to be strong and she was someone that seemed to be pissed off at the world—perfect for what I needed her for.
After work one evening, I followed Nancy to her car. She was surprised when I asked to get in. After some small talk, I got down to the real reason I was in her car. After carefully listening to my plan, she agreed to everything—a quarter of million dollars will buy you a lot. I told Nancy she had to quit the restaurant job by the next day and that she was all mine for the next year. After the year was up, she could get out if she wanted. She relished the opportunity to get back at some of her co-workers and her mind was trying to imagine what all she could get with all that money.
I would put my plan into action the following week. I choose seven girls for the first round. They would all be closing the restaurant the following Monday. The restaurant doesn't close until 1am. So it takes a while to actually get it cleaned up—usually around 3am.
It seemed to take forever for Monday to arrive. It seemed to take even longer for closing time. When the store finally did close, and all the guests were gone, my plan went into motion. Nancy arrived at the loading dock behind the store in a bread truck. Since we weren't scheduled for a delivery, the manager Jessica immediately went outside to find out what was going on. She returned with a terrified look, as she was shoved forward into the restaurant by a masked gunman.
"I want everyone back here now," the gunman demanded. Jessica proceeded to call everyone to the back of the building. It wasn't possible to see the back door area from the front of the store. So everyone was within the gunman's viewing area before they knew what was going on.
"Is this everyone? If you tell me a lie, I will kill everyone," the gunman threatened pressing the gun to Jessica's temple.
"Y Y Y Yes, this is everyone," she stammered almost unable to speak.
"Good. Hey you, put these one everyone in the room," the gunman said throwing a large bag at my feet. Inside the bag were seven pairs of handcuffs and a roll of duct tape. I did what the gunman said and before long everyone was bound and gagged. We were led out to the loading dock and into the bread truck were shackles hung from metal railings lining the walls. I was again appointed by the gunman to shackle everyone. With their hands above their heads, there was just enough slack for everyone to sit on the single 2x6 bench seat that ran the length of the truck. Next I was ordered to put black bags over each of their heads. After that we pulled out of the dock area and headed for my ranch several counties away.
The headline of the statewide newspaper the next morning showed a picture of the restaurant with police tape around it with the word "Vanished" above it. After we had gotten to the ranch, each girl was led to the basement of my mansion. The basement is fully equipped with bedrooms, baths, kitchen, etc. It was literally a house underground.
Looking into the large living room were all the girls were still handcuffed, my cock twitched with anticipation. I stood behind the large viewing glass as Nancy entered the room—none of them but Nancy knew I was listening.
"Nancy, thank god! You have got to help us," said Jessica whose spirits seemed to have lifted sky high upon seeing Nancy.
"Help you? Fuck you bitch! You all were complete assholes to me while I worked at the restaurant. You all think you are so high and mighty because you are so pretty. Well, this is what it has gotten you," Nancy said with so much anger it almost scared me, "Unfortunately, none of you are going to be hurt physically in anyway. You will most likely get punished, but it won't be serious injuries. To keep from being punished, you must do EVERYTHING you are told to do immediately—no matter who tells you or what it is. Does everyone understand that?"
Nancy paused to let it sink in, "Good, I suppose you all understand since no one asked any questions. Unfortunately, again, you all will come to like everything that happens to you. It may take a couple of weeks, but you all will enjoy your stay here." She left the room.
During my few days with Nancy, I found out that she was bi-sexual. I didn't initially care if she was or not because I was going to have her do whatever I wanted. But knowing that she would actually enjoy herself during all this made it much more appealing for me—I love to watch a woman force herself on another woman. Nancy was all for it. I listened to the girls chatter, some cry, about what she had said. Several were pissed, a couple cried, and the others had no expressions. That would all change.
