Willfully Punished for Trying to Be Good
This is a story written for a friend who enjoys CNC. This may be triggering, please read responsibly!
I opened the door and walked into the bar, turning and pushing the front door firmly closed behind me. The heavy wooden door often sticks, and since it was about an hour before the bar opened, I knew Marc would want me to make sure it closed to keep any early regulars from trying to slip in.
I walked to the office area in the back and turned into the hallway. To the left is Marc's office, with the staff area and lockers to the right. Like always, Marc's door was closed with loud music playing -- I never know what Marc is doing back there when I get in. Counting his cash or counting his bills, I thought with a grin as I opened my locker, tossed my bag and keys inside, closed it and spun the lock.
After getting the front of the house ready for the evening, I noticed that Martina still hadn't arrived yet. If she called out, I'm going to have a really awful night.
Marc's door popped open with the music blaring, and Martina came out fixing her skirt and looked at me a bit startled. "Hey, Laura!" she said, her face and chest a bit flushed. She walked toward the bar. "I was working with Marc on the books... he's teaching me how to do the back-office work."
I nodded and went back to stocking the shot glasses below the bar. Yeah, I'm sure that's exactly what they were doing. "Sounds fun, Matty," I said, thinking the complete opposite.
"What the fuck, Matty!" Marc yelled out from his office. "I thought we said weren't going to tell anyone?"
Martina startled, and turned around to face toward the office while I watched out of the corner of my eye as I continued to work.
"I didn't say anything, Marc," Martina said, her voice shaking a bit. "I just... I said we were working on the books..."
Marc walked out of his office, looked over at me, grunted and then looked at Martina. "Fine. Go sweep up. I'm opening soon." He looked back at me for a moment, then turned to go back to his office.
Martina turned back and gave me a quick smile as her eyes dropped down to my cleavage, "That's a fucking hot top, babe," she said, looking at me. "You're gonna get tips tonight!"
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, that's great, as long as I can keep their hands off my ass while they tip me."
"Girl, that is never happening," Martina said as she waved her hand in the air and walked back into the hallway toward the locker room.
* * *
The first customers came in and grabbed their usual spots at the bar and tables. It always started slow at L'Amistat, with the regulars showing up just after work. The music was on and the lights were halfway dimmed... Marc liked it dim in the bar because his customers did, too. The clientele were mainly men in their 40s to 60s. They weren't the richest nor the most professional, and definitely weren't the nicest, but they drank non-stop. That also led to a bar full of drunk men who liked to be hands-on with the bar staff.
I put up with it because the tips were good, the hours fit my university schedule, and this was not my life career. It was easy, and this year I'd be done with it when I graduate.
The door opened and I groaned in my head when I saw who walked in. Jordi was here tonight. This guy was bad news and I tried to stay away from him when I could. Matty didn't mind him so much, because he drinks a lot and tips a lot, but he's a bit scary. With his tips came propositions to the female staff for sitting on his lap, a slap on the ass or an inappropriate offer.
Jordi grabbed a booth in the back and waved at me. I nodded and made his drinks -- Jameson shot and a beer "and keep them coming." Matty was helping someone else at the other end of the bar, so I grabbed a tray, put the drinks on and walked over to Jordi's table.
He was going through some papers he had out... they looked like they had been ripped out of a notebook. He didn't look up as I put his beer and shot down in front of him.
"I got someone comin' tonight," he said, grabbing the shot glass and downing the whiskey. "Keep 'em coming, and come right over when he gets here."
"Sure, Jordi, I'll keep an eye out," I said, and then jumped when felt his hand squeeze my ass.
"That's a great azz," he said with a rumbling laugh.
I walked away and didn't look at him or say anything. Besides that fact that Jordi was mean whether sober or drunk, Marc would fire me if I talked back to Jordi. I didn't know what the guy did, but I guessed whatever it was, it wasn't strictly legal and even angry Marc was afraid of him.
* * *
About 30 minutes later, a guy walked in and came to the bar and sat down. He looked at me and waggled his finger. God I hate that. I was going to make him wait when Jordi walked up and spoke to him. The guy looked over at Jordi, and then back at me.
"Gimme a beer over there," he said, pointing his thumb toward Jordi's table as he got up. Sure, I thought, happy to help.
I brought the beer over as Jordi and the new guy were deep in conversation. I didn't say anything, but Jordi's hand still found my ass as I walked away.
Marc was behind the bar pouring a drink for an old man who was watching closely as I walked back. "Jordi's got some guy meeting with him over there," he said. "Be good to them."
"I'll be as good as I always am," I said, leaning back against the rear of the bar. "He's pretty intense with how touchy feely he is, Marc," I said.
"Doesn't matter, don't fuck with him," Marc replied, sliding the drink across the bar to the old man, who licked his lips and raised the glass to drink. Sometimes I felt like a drug dealer handing out the next hit to the junkies... other times I figured these guys chose this life, and that's just another reason I really didn't want this to be my life.
I kept the drinks flowing to Jordi the rest of the night while also taking orders from around the bar. By the end of the evening my right ass cheek was sore from smacks, grabs and pinches. You'd think these guys had never seen a woman before.
I saw Jordi get up from his table and realized I didn't see the other guy leave. I walked over with the check and dropped it in front of Jordi as I passed by. "I'll swing back to get this in a moment!" I said as I dropped off drinks for a different table.
When I turned and came back, Jordi was gone but he left money on the table to cover the bill. No tip. "Fucking asshole," I thought.
I reached over to pick up the cash, and noticed Jordi's small notebook was on the floor under the booth. The papers he had been looking through were scattered around the book. I looked back to the door to see if I could see him, but he was gone. With a sigh, I picked up the notebook, pushed the papers back in and dropped it into my apron, figuring I'd give it to Marc later. I went to the bar to start the clean up for the next day.
* * *
With the doors locked, the floor swept and the bar wiped down, Martina and I headed to the back to change.
"What a long day!" Martina said, dropping her stuff into her locker.
"Tell me about it," I said, opening up my locker and pulling my shirt out to switch out of the "work" shirt I wore that showed cleavage.
Matty pulled her shirt off and stood there in her bra as she rummaged through her locker to get her change of clothes. I noticed she had bruises on her back.
