MORAL: "Thou shall not drink the wine unless thou can pay the tab on time' or surely pay through the behind."
(Phillip's adventures begin in "Valley of Mom") Rick had owned the small neighborhood bar for a couple of years. He felt very blessed as his staff was very loyal and honest and never had words about dividing up the tips. And, the customers were just as loyal tipping well and paying without any real problems.
In fact, Rick's place, called "Hermannhoff's", was becoming very popular for the hundreds of folks working in the area wineries and small business in the small Midwestern town along the Missouri River. He knew a lot of customers by name and let them run tabs. The limit was supposed to be $50.00 but wasn't enforced rigidly as most everyone paid it on time. Rick would get rigid and demanding when the tab got to $100.00 and would insist the customer pay up.
He dealt differently with the men then he did the women who had run their tabs up too high. Occasionally, he would let a man work it off in the kitchen but more frequently he would send Tony, his enforcer, to collect and he usually got the desired results without laying a finger on the guy. Needless to say, guys didn't let their tabs get out of sight a second time, but would be back the very next day drinking with their buddies. Here is the story of what happened to one lady when her tab got too high for Rick's liking. Her name was Beth and she always attracted a lot of attention when she sauntered in at a quarter after five. Not only was she really built but the outfits she wore were designed to make sure everyone knew it. She was 5'4" about 130 pounds with 40-26-42 measurements and had blue eyes and coal black hair that came just to her shoulders. Ah yes, she was beautiful and she knew it.
Not that she was stuck up just self confident. It was a Thursday night when Beth made her usual stop and ordered a bottle of her favorite regional wine, Stone Hill Chablis. Rick got the bottle and added it to her tab. His jaw dropped when he saw the new total and told her, "Beth, I am going to have to cut you off after this bottle as your tab is now up to $114.90."
A bit embarrassed Beth blushed and replied, "Rick you know I am good for it."
"Beth, the limit is supposed to be fifty. I can't let you keep racking it up unless some how you can take care of it."
As if she were afraid that Rick would take away the wine she quickly poured a glass and chugged it down pausing long enough to say, "I get paid next week and can pay you then, how's that."
"Fine, but you can't charge anymore until the tab has disappeared." Rick anticipated what would be Beth's next move although Beth was classier than most of the after work crowd. He knew she would not want to wait five days before having her after work drinks.
"Rick, honey, isn't there some way that we can work this out some little chore or something else," she was smiling broadly and running her hand along the necklace that hung close to her nipples. Rick put his plan into motion before Beth could change her mind.
I'll tell you what for two hours of your time we'll wipe out your entire tab and let you drink free tonight and I guess tomorrow night."
Rick, what do I have to do, sleep with someone?
"Yep"
"Rick, it isn't worth it. I can't do it. Ah, fuck, why not?" Beth frowned slightly but she knew she had fucked a date for much less of a reason and after all she was horny. Rick smiled because now the fun would begin. He took her by the hand and led her to a cozy back room.
It was a small room, maybe 100 square feet, and was brightly lit. There was a queen size bed in one corner with a nightstand beside it. The room was furnished like this when Rick bought the place as the previous owner said he used to take naps in here. It was Rick's idea to install the video taping system.
Originally he installed it to catch his employees taking extra breaks or doing other forbidden things. But, he found there was a gold mine in taping women making good their tabs. This is why each of the waiters got a turn in collecting from the dead beat girls. Rick had to be able to adjust the cameras and focus and he couldn't do that without the girl finding out if he was the one doing the fucking. The owner left the nervous Beth alone telling her one of the waiters would be in to collect in a minute. Beth was surprised but shrugged and took another sip of her Chablis.
Back at the bar Rick looked at his list of waiters and found that it was Phillip's turn to have the fun of collecting a tab. Hearing his name called the six foot tall 180 pound Phillip scurried right over. He smiled like the cat that ate the canary when Rick told him that he had two hours to collect a tab in the back room. Removing his apron Phillip nearly ran to meet the girl that was his for two full hours.
Phillip knew the rules that Rick had set up and knew that he had to comply with them. He knew that, somehow, Rick would know if the rules weren't followed; although, he had his suspicions. The were only two rules. First, you had to have the girl naked in five minutes or less. And second, you could penetrate all three of her holes but had to do at least two of them. So, Phillip's jaw dropped to the floor when he saw Beth sitting on the edge of the bed.
Beth knew Phillip worked there and Phillip had seen Beth in the bar from time to time. But, neither had given it a second thought when Rick arranged their meeting in the backroom. Rick wasn't to blame for it either as he did not even know that they knew one another. Rick had just gotten the cameras focused perfectly on Beth when Phillip walked into the room. He walked away as he trusted Phillip to collect properly and he would check in a few minutes to make sure things were still in focus.
Beth saw Phillip first and was utterly surprised and spit a mouthful of wine all over herself and the floor. It took a half a second to recover enough to ask, "Phillip, oh my god, is it you?"
"Fucking shit Sis what the fuck you doing back here?" Their faces went blank as they sat there for an eternity that was five seconds long.
"Rick sent me back here to pay my tab."
"How much is it, Sis?"