"You're the worst fucking waitress I've ever seen," Marcus said. "You know that?"
Angie was crying. He'd been yelling at her for the past ten minutes, ever since he called her into his office. It was her first night on the job and she screwed up so many orders that she was sure he would fire her.
"You lied to me about having experience, didn't you?"
She nodded her head and brushed her long blond hair back over her shoulders. She tried not to look at him. The way his cruel eyes mocked her gave her the creeps. Marcus was a tall, dark-skinned, Black man with a shaved bald head. His size alone was enough to intimidate her.
"I should have known," he said. "You're only eighteen. What experience could you have? One thing, though, you look good in that outfit." He stared at her until she blushed. Her frilly red blouse showed off her huge firm 36DD tits. The satiny material was cut low in front and it clung to her flesh. Her black skirt was shorter than anything she'd ever worn before, hardly covering her ass. But it was the same outfit that all the other waitresses had to wear. Marcus told her that the skimpy costumes were good for business.
She knew that was true. All night long the men (and women) were gazing at her tits every time she bent over a table. And now Marcus was doing the same thing.
She knew it was coming any second now. He would fire her and then she'd have to go back to her mother and break the bad news to her. She really needed the job. She'd just graduated High School and needed money for college. He father had ran out when Angie was only two, and her mother had struggled to raise her alone. Money was tight, so Angie needed to pay her own way, in order to make something better of herself.
"But I need the job," Angie said. She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up at him, hoping he'd feel sorry for her. "Can't you just give me another chance?"
"Alright, honey," he said. "Don't worry. I'll give you a chance." He put his hands on her shoulders.
She smiled at first, but then she felt the pressure of his strong hands. They pushed down on her shoulders, hard, forcing her to bend her knees.
"Get down on the floor, Angie." His grip tightened around her shoulders, digging into her flesh. "Yeah, baby, get down on your knees and suck me off."
She tried to push his hands away but he just laughed at her. "But...I can't..."
"Don't give me that," he said. "I don't need that kind of shit, I just need you to suck my cock." He pulled at her blouse, pushing it down her shoulders. "Come on, bitch. Do you want to work or don't you?"
Angie stepped back away from him. She pulled her blouse back over her shoulders. She wasn't crying any more. She was just scared out of her mind.
"No," she said. "Please... I don't want to."
"Get lost then, you stupid bitch. But don't plan on working as a waitress anywhere around here. All I have to do is spread the word about what a dumb bimbo you are."
Angie just stared at him. She was still afraid of him, still wanting to get the hell out of the office. But then she thought about how much she needed the job and the money.
"Come on, baby," he said, speaking in a softer voice. "I'm willing to give you another chance, but you have to make it worthwhile to me."
He walked over to her and slid his hand across her face. "See, baby, see how nice I can be?" His fingers dropped down to her neck and then moved down the wide open bodice. She shuddered when he cupped her tight tit in his hand. He squeezed his hand really hard, rubbing her nipple with his sweaty palm. "Yeah, do it, Angie. Do it for me." His other hand pushed her down to the floor.
This time she didn't fight him. She knelt in front of him on the soft plush carpet and then stared at the long thick bulge in his pants.
"That's it, open up, baby." He unzipped his pants and pulled his stiff Black cock out into the open. Angie stared at the glistening wet tip. She'd never seen a Black cock before. It had to be at least 9 inches long, and very thick. With no other choice, she opened her mouth wide.
