** This was a Christmas present for my Master, who is a kick ass dom, an awesome person, and a wonderful friend. Merry Christmas sir! **
He watched her toss the garbage into the dumpster and pause to rub her back. Her long red hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her shirt was half pulled out of her skirt. He frowned. She looked exhausted and unkempt. He had come to the conclusion about a week ago that she was not taking care of herself but this solidified it.
She went back into the dinner. He checked his watch. He still had another half hour until the end of her shift and then about fifteen minutes before the manager left her alone to clean and close. He could never figure out why she put up with that manager always leaving her all the work to do. Maybe he would ask her about it in time.
He shut off his truck and walked slowly into the small café, taking a seat in a booth along the far wall. She emerged from the kitchen and smiled at him, gesturing that she'd be just a minute. He watched the sway of her hips in the black skirt as she took a cup of coffee to the elderly man at a table. She bent over slightly and he admired the round curve of her ass, wishing it was already his to do as he pleased.
She turned and came to his table.
"Hello Allison." He said. He could have sworn he saw her shiver the tiniest bit.
"Hiya stranger." She said with a grin. It had been their inside joke for the past couple of weeks. He, of course, knew her name from the gold tag pinned on her chest and greeted her with it.
"The usual please, Allison." He said, looking her in the eye and enjoying the spark of lust that he saw there.
"Coming right up." Allison said, swallowing hard and turning for the kitchen.
Finally, he was the only one left in the café. Allison appeared beside his table, broom in hand, shifting slightly as if she was nervous. "Do you mind if I start cleaning up?"
"Of course not." He reached out and brushed her hand. "Do you need me to leave?"
She shook her head. "No, finish your coffee!"
He waited until he heard her tell the manager good night before he swallowed the last gulp of his coffee. He put a five down on the table and waved good night to her. He walked out the door and around the café, leaning against the kitchen entrance to wait for her.
A few minutes later, Allison came out of the door and locked it behind her. She caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye and screamed. "My God, you scared me."
"Do you want to be taken care of Allison?" He asked.
"What?" She asked, her hand pressed to her heart as if she could slow it's beating.
"Do you want to be taken care of?" He said again, slowly.
"Of- of course." She said. "But-"
"Good." He said and took a step towards her. "And you find me attractive don't you Allison?"
"I-I- well." She took a step away from him, her back against the brick wall.
"It's a yes or no question Allison. Do you find me attractive?" He took another step towards her, caging her into the wall.
"Yes," she squeaked out.
"Good girl." He said. "but next time, it's 'yes, sir.'"
"What?" Now the spark and the fight was starting to rise to the surface.
He smiled. He had been looking forward to this, to the taming of her fire. "You will address me respectfully at all times Allison. That's rule number one."
"Listen, buddy-"
He grabbed her ponytail and pulled it taunt. Her eyes widened. "I don't like repeating myself, Allison. You will address me respectfully at all times. Do you understand?"
