Author's Note: All graphically described sexual contact in this story involves characters who are legally adults, more than 18 years old. All characters in this story are fictional. This story will eventually contain elements of Homosexuality/Bisexuality, Role-Playing, BDSM, Group Sex, and Violence, although the violence will generally be non-sexual, and I will try to keep the violence at a minimum. As for the BDSM elements, I am not personally an expert on such things, but I did try to be as respectful of the concepts as much as possible. Please keep this in mind. I do not wish to surprise anyone with something they aren't comfortable with. This is something of a slow burner of a story. So, grab a snack and chill, yeah?
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It was around two in the afternoon, close to closing time, when the girl arrived, secretly annoying Jenny. The waitress didn't want to pander to customers. She wanted to sneak into the kitchen and bother the head cook. Jenny put on a noble smile, though, as she went on to do her duty. The other waitress was busy. Jenny was the only one available, and she'd rather not be yelled at for slacking off.
The girl was the only customer at the tiny cafe. So, Jenny wasn't feeling any sort of rush when she laid a menu down on the table, introduced herself cheerfully, and asked about the customer's possible desire for a beverage.
"I'd like some ice cold water," the girl said in an exhausted voice, "please, I just need water, and a job application." She smelled a little bit like fresh hair dye. Maybe all that black hair wasn't natural?
Jenny tried very hard not to give the girl a funny look. The customer had to be fourteen at the youngest, sixteen at the oldest, just had to be. She wasn't quite a little person or dwarf, but she was fairly short, wearing baggy clothes that only made her seem smaller, and her hands were delicate with a fresh manicure of perfectly pink colored fingernails.
The strange, pained look on her white face warmed Jenny's heart, though, and she wondered if the girl was running away from home. Her gentle, almost childlike tone and quick accent seemed to imply that she certainly wasn't from anywhere nearby. She had to be a Yankee or something like that.
The little black mole under her lower lip was cute. It was like a beauty mark, close to a corner.
"Oh, that's alright," Jenny told her, "I can get you one." She tried to be even friendlier than usual, since this was most definitely a teenager. Teenagers had fragile little minds, and they needed all the love and assistance in the world, or that's what Jenny believed, at least. "How old are you, Sweetheart?"
"I'm twenty-seven, Ma'am." The customer said this with the sweetest of politeness.
Jenny stared at her for a few seconds, smelling bullshit, but trying not to let it show on her face. There was no god damned way this girl was older than her!
"Alright." She blinked a few times, then she wrote down the girl's, no, the woman's order for water. "I'll be back in a few with water and an application."
The first thing she did was look for the manager, Tommy, big guy, nice guy. "Tommy," she said to him as he was confirming something with one of the cooks, "we got a girl looking for a glass of water and a job. Says she's twenty-seven, but I ain't buying it."
"Stop judging and get an application from the office," Tommy told her without looking up.
The head cook, the most beautiful woman on planet Earth, said over her shoulder, "Honey, the call-in will be ready soon, Mr. Willis' burger." The cafe served breakfast all day and lunch after twelve. Mr. Willis always ordered a burger close to closing time, and he was always quick to pick it up.
"Alright," Jenny said as she went to the office. She found an application and a pen. Then she left the room to get a plastic glass to the soda fountain. Once she had a tall glass of ice and cold water, Jenny glided off to the little woman. A drinking straw was pulled from her black apron, and within a few seconds, the customer had everything she needed. "Would you like to order now, or do you need some time to decide?"
The woman smiled at her, and there was a relief there, seeping out from those big blue eyes. Under those eyes there were dark circles. Poor thing really looked sick. She was tempted to buy her a bowl of vegetable soup. In fact, she made up her mind right there. Jenny nodded to herself. Then, she said to the customer, "You wait right there, Sweetheart."
Courteous, yet confused, the girl, no, no, that was a woman, the woman said as Jenny walked off, "Oh, I didn't mean to imply that I was ... okay ... that's fine."
As Jenny went back to the kitchen, she noticed that Mr. Willis had arrived, and he had taken his package of food. That was good to know. Jenny went to Tommy. "Hey, Tommy, that girl looking for a job, she's at table A-1. She really looks like she needs some food. Get her a bowl of veggies on me, alright?"
The head cook heard the demand, and she gave her opinion, "She must really look bad, Honey. I'll put in a little extra for her."
"Thanks, Jessa!" Jenny smoothed out her apron and took a small glass of water for herself. As she chugged it down, she heard the employee's door open and shut, and then she heard Tommy say that the Boss was here.
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"Hello, I heard you're looking for a job."
That voice was a lovely combination of intimidating and cordial, a vocal contradiction. She looked up from her only partially filled out application, and there was a man, a tall man. Geez ... a really tall man. Arms and hands on the darker side, like he was part Cherokee, or Lumbee, or a similar sort of Native American, she really wondered what race he was. Looking up at his face didn't really answer her question. While his face was strong with a jawline that could cut glass, he had a broad nose and green eyes. Wild brown hair framed that face, not quite an afro, but certainly not flat. Was it wavy? She sighed and decided it was sort of wavy.
Damn, that smile was sweet.
She reached out to shake his hand, and she looked straight up into those happy mossy green eyes, just as she had always been told one should do. "Hello. My name is Rebecca James. It's nice to meet you." She hoped she didn't sound like a child. Once, she had been told that sometimes, especially when she was nervous or timid, she sounded a bit too young, and she never could figure out how to change the behavior, since she always did it without knowing. Hell, certain people encouraged the childlike voice.
"Cliff Miller, nice to meet you too." Wrinkles formed under his eyes as he spoke. In Rebecca's mind, she called them the wrinkles of a smile, even when the person wasn't smiling. "I own this place."
Well ... that's not frightening at all! She wasn't expecting an interview so soon. She wished she had on a less casual outfit. Rebecca laced her fingers together on the table and tried not to collapse. The fact that he was handsome only worsened her state of mind. She put on her best fake smile. "It's a very nice place, Sir."
She wasn't lying about that. Conner's Cafe looked clean. The decor was simple, yet relaxing. A yummy smell was teasing everyone. And just when this Mr. Miller was about to say something else, that waitress named Jenny went to them and put a bowl of soup on the table. "It's on me," she said. Then she turned to the owner. "Hey, Boss. I'm paying for that. She needs it."
Rebecca liked charity, but her pride wouldn't allow her to take it without a protest. So, she waved her hands a little, fingers spread, and she said, "Thank you very much, but that's not necessary."
The owner put his great hand on the table and grinned down at her, displaying a very muscular arm. "If Jenny wants to buy you lunch, then it's fine. Hey, what kind of position do you want?"
He smelled like pine needles and charcoal grilled steak. Rebecca fucking loved charcoal grilled steak. She almost wanted to rub her face on the man like a cat. She gave a small exhale. "Sir, I'd love to be a waitress. I need a job where I can meet new people and ... interact." She really hated having to explain herself to people, especially since she had to keep up the eye contact as she did so. She wondered just how harshly this man was judging her. "I haven't been getting out much lately. I believe that it's best for my own sanity to get out and see people."
"Well, you really don't look like you get out much, huh?" His nose crinkled up like he wanted to laugh at her. "Waitressing will get you lots of socialization, but you got to be sweet to people. This is a hospitality business."
