Disclaimers: I do not endorse any of the bigoted views and language that characters espouse in this story. This story is a fantasy, and is intended to be harmless fun. Additionally, all characters in this story are over 18.
Thank you all for the support for my writing, and feel free to comment or email me with any ideas you may have for this series! Secondly, gold star for anyone who figures out what novel the last names for the three new characters are derived from. This is a sort of part one of two, so expect this particular scene to be explored further and competed in part 5.
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"Um...hello...," I quietly spoke. I couldn't anticipate how overwhelmed I would feel as I stood there as a provocatively dressed servant to all these affluent white men. The men all appeared to be roughly the same age as Mr. Adams.
"Where are your manners, Mia? Truly such terrible etiquette." The warden hardly hid his smirk of amusement at his own remark. He knew it was the shock brought on by the sight of three strange men that caused my mumbled greeting---not deliberately poor manners.
"Allow me to introduce you, then you can try that again, Mia. On the far left we have England's favorite son: Maximilian Nicholson, in the middle is my longtime friend Charles Margrave, and on the right is the brilliant Dr. Benjamin Jennings. Now, how about you greet my friends with proper etiquette this time?"
"Hello, Mr. Nicholson. Hello, Mr. Margrave. Hello, Mr. Jennings." I gave a slight bow of the head towards each of them after their respective greetings.
"Perfect, little lady." Master petted my hair and turned his attention back to his buddies, "Now, what do we think of young Mia, fellas?"
"Looks like the girlie is a tad nervous. What do you think, lads?" A bald, clean-faced, and slightly chubby man with a posh accent commented, and the three other men shared a chuckle at my expense.
"Well, Max, I think she's adorable. How long have you owned her, James?" A man with short, messy, light brown hair and a stubble beard slightly longer than Mr. Adams took a long look at me.
"Today is her first day with me, Charlie. She's from the camp. You'll have to forgive any errors she may make, I haven't been able to train her much yet. However, she makes up for it by being eager to please. In fact, Mia was ecstatic when I offered her the chance to serve me." The warden replied to his friend and placed his hands on my shoulders.
Eager to please? Did the warden forget that he held my father's access to heart medication over my head to ensure I obeyed his every whim? This only further stoked the built-up anger inside of me, but as it had before, it once again turned to worry. How far away my parents were now. They aren't likely to get much sleep tonight. The nights spent in our small encampment seem like a blessing compared to my current situation, because for all our misery, we at least had the company of one another. There was some back and forth between Mr. Adams and the man while I was occupied with my own thoughts, but I soon returned to the moment.
"I think you ought to give me a price, good friend, because I'll buy her off your hands right now." Charlie shot a wink at me.
"Sorry, but Mia will be mine for the foreseeable future. However, don't fret, she will be eagerly serving us tonight. Isn't that right, pet?" Master moved his head down next to mine as he stood behind me.
"Yes, Sir. Whatever you please." I could only hope that didn't mean too much humiliation, but I wasn't naive enough to expect that. The best-case scenario was that I would be called terrible names while bringing drinks and that I wouldn't have to do too much more than that.
"Not even a full day, and she is already so obedient! What is your trick, James?"
A man with glasses and short, brown hair, and a short goatee chimed in, "You must be joking, Charles. Asian people, especially their women, are naturally disposed to subservience. It is ingrained in their cultures and DNA. Mia embodies this inclination to a tee."
"I couldn't have said it any better myself, Ben." Mr. Adams looked me in the eyes after he agreed with his friend.
"Yes, of course, I would never dispute that. After all, this is your area of expertise. Still, I find her quite impressive."
"As do I, Max. She appears to be quite the specimen, both in her disposition and physical attributes. She'd be fascinating to study, James."
"Might I say you certainly know how to dress your little doll, James." Charlie made no attempt to hide how he ogled me in my skimpy black dress.
"I'll be impressed when she shows me that she knows her place. Where is the damn booze?" Max already seemed impatient.
I've only known these men for a few minutes, and all have managed to mortify me in different ways. One immediately offered to buy me, and another wants to study me? I couldn't begin to imagine what that meant.
"Enough of the chit-chat, gentlemen. Mia, how about you be a good girl and go fetch that tray over there for us." He then moved behind me again and gave me a little push as I walked towards the bar.
The back of the dress swayed as I walked past the men and towards the bar. I knew these rich perverts were all looking at my butt as each cheek was slightly and quickly revealed and then covered again as the fabric swayed.
I heard a whistle that was followed by a remark from Charlie, "I hate to see her leave, but I love to watch her walk away!" All four men laughed. I felt a flare of anger within me that I must quash if I was to get by tonight.
I picked up the tray of four cigars, four glasses, and a bottle of brown alcohol that read "Louis XIII Remy Martin" on the golden label; then brought it back, and placed it down in the center of the table next to the deck of cards.
"Where is the ice, Mia?" James asked as he looked at me.
"But you didn't tell me to bring any."
"I figured you would have the common sense to add ice to our glasses. If you want so badly to be told exactly what to do, then turn around and lift the back of your dress."
"I'll fetch the ice now, Mr. Adams!" I motioned to pick the tray up again, and Master blocked me. I thought maybe an urgent show of obedience would excuse me from his command.
"No. You'll lift your dress up and show everyone your little gook ass. Now." The tone of Mr. Adams' voice was stern.
I blushed and did as Mr. Adams told me to. I turned around and left the back flap of my dress to reveal my black G-string panties to the group. My act was met with cheers and whistles from the men, and before I could mentally process the embarrassment, Master Adams brought a firm hand down on my butt.
"Ah!" The swift and stinging slap caused me to yelp and jolt. The men laughed even more at my surprised reaction.
"I-I'm sorry. I should have put ice in the glasses." I pushed through a mumble to give an apology in the hopes that it would spare me from further punishment.
"I forgive you, Mia. However, I'm not the only person who has been affected by your mistake." He turned to the group that sat at the table with him before he continued, "Go apologize to everyone individually and then ask them if they want to spank your butt." Mr. Adams smirked and gave my lower back a slight push in the direction of Mr. Nicholson.
"I'm sorry for forgetting the ice, Mr. Nicholson." I turned around, lifted my dress.
"You've made my mouth parched with all this waiting, lass. This will teach you!" He amplified his voice before he slapped my butt about as hard as Mr. Adams did.
"Ow!" I was pushed forward by the wound-up slap that came down right on my previous one. Mr. Nicholson let out a hearty laugh.
I continued my rotation and repeated my apology and offered my butt again after I stepped in front of Mr. Margrave. He looked rather ordinary in his black thermal top and dark brown chinos.
He placed his hand on my butt and rubbed where I was spanked. "Oh, it's okay, sweetheart. Your little Asian brain can't help but make a few mistakes now and again. That's why you need a white man to take care of you. Tell you what, you can give me a kiss instead." I turned around and Mr. Margrave smiled at me. He puckered his lips while he squeezed my butt. I couldn't help but think that I might prefer to be spanked.
"You're too kind to the girl, Charlie. I said you could spank her, not kiss her. Keep it moving, Mia." James ordered me to finish my task.
"You're so harsh, James!" The man laughed and said, "Fine, but I will get a kiss from her by the end of the night!" He turned his attention back to me, "Toodles, cutie." He patted me on the butt and I went over to Mr. Jennings.
It was hard to give a definitive answer as to who I was most apprehensive of, but Mr. Jennings was my current answer. Mr. Nicholson was similar enough to Mr. Adams: an evil I knew. Mr. Margrave was no less racist than the others, but at least he didn't seem to be sadistic. Lastly, there was Mr. Jennings, who unsettled me with how little I could devise about him. His silence left me ignorant to what exactly he was about.
I looked at this shorter, spectacled man and began my apology, but the Mr. Jennings cut me off before I could finish, "Get me my drink, gook." The lack of emotion in his words and his refusal to look at me somehow managed to shock me even compared to everything that has happened in the past few minutes.
I certainly did not need to be asked twice to not be in his presence; so I grabbed the tray and rushed over in my black heels to the bar, opened the ice drawer, and put some ice cubes in each glass. Mr. Nicholson passed out cards as I made my back to the table and placed the tray back down. "You should be careful, pet. That is a bottle of premium cognac that cost me thousands of dollars. If you dropped that, then you really would have been in trouble." Master spoke while he poured drinks and placed them in front of everyone.
Then, without any warning, the warden wrapped his arms around my waist while he sat in the chair and pulled me up onto his lap. I was surprised at how easily he managed to do so, even if I was much smaller than him. My butt pressed against his crotch. He kept one arm around my waist to push me more firmly into his lap and handed his glass of alcohol to me, "Hold this while I play." Master turned his attention back to his friends, "All right, fellas, it's blackjack. Whoever draws the lowest card is the dealer for that round. Closest to twenty-one wins the round. The pot starts at five thousand a piece."
