I had been out of work for awhile. Well, it had been a few weeks, but it felt like a lot longer. I was out of money, and rent would be due soon, so when I got a call to start at a popular restaurant, I was thrilled. I had been fired from my last bartending gig because my boss wanted to sleep with me, and made it very apparent. That in itself would not have been a problem, it was just the fact that his wife was a manager there, and she (as well as everyone else there) could see him drooling all over me. Even though it was all very unfair, I was glad to get out of an uncomfortable position.
In few in-between-job weeks, I had taken to drinking at a local dive bar. Nothing like a two-for-one happy hour to wash away one’s woes. But, I was eager to start working again and end my drinking bender which had involved a lot of less than lady-like behavior.
Today is my first day at my new job, at a posh new restaurant. I walk in early, with my new apron tied and a smile on my face.
“Hi, I’m Adrian. I’m the head waitress here. You must be Zara?” the red-headed girl behind the host stand introduced herself to me.
“Yes, I’m Zara, nice to meet you. Happy to be here.”
She rolled her eyes, and picked up a clipboard. “Follow me.”
Great, I thought. She seems like a real treat. I figured her to be a career waitress on a power trip. I always felt bad for girls like that because even though we are both doing the same job, I had no intention of making a career out of it. Girls like Adrian were girls that had few other options, and they usually took the job way too seriously, and were the first to rat out coworkers and make life hell.
She showed me around the restaurant, showed me where I could put my coat, how to clock in, and introduced me to the kitchen staff. “You’ll get to know everyone eventually…that is, if you stick around. But we will see how your first week goes.” Great, she was already threatening my job. “It’s your first night on the floor, right?”
I gave her a big smile. “Yep.”
“Well, good luck. Don’t screw up,” she said, and turned with a swish of red curls.
“Thanks…” I met some of the other waitstaff, and figured out my section. Things fell into place, and I relied upon my years of waitressing experience. It’s really all the same, just a matter of learning a new menu, new table numbers, and new people. I fell into a groove pretty quickly. Most of the other staff was pretty friendly, and helped me when I had questions.
Toward the end of the night, I could sense someone sitting at the bar looking at me. He was wearing a suit, and I could feel his gaze like the way you can feel someone standing too close to you even though you can’t actually physically feel it. I kept catching glimpses of him as I worked around the restaurant. Where do I know him from? I thought. Something seemed really familiar about him…and then I remembered. I looked up, and nearly dropped a tray of drinks. His eyes caught mine, and I was flooded with memories and a tingling sensation that traveled down my spine and wrapped warmly around my hips.
I had met this man about a month or so ago, at my favorite dive bar. He was a handsome older man, maybe in his late 40’s. Well-built, clean cut, suit and tie, definitely not the kind of guy I usually go for. I’m typically drawn to the dapper guys in fedoras that flirt and chat and charm. This one was quiet and brooding in a way that really turned me on. One whiskey turned into too many, and he asked me if I wanted to learn a thing or two.
“Learn a thing or two?” I repeated.
“Yeah. A bad little girl like you, I could teach you a few things.”
I immediately felt my panties get wet, and followed him to a cab. We went to a hotel, a pretty nice one, downtown Brooklyn, about 10 minutes from the bar. H didn’t say much in the cab ride, just looked at me and rubbed his large strong hand up and down my thigh.
“What are you going to teach me?” I asked after we got settled in the room. It had a king sized bed and a large flatscreen TV.
He sat down on the bed and loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes. “Come here and find out.” I walked over to him, and also kicked off my shoes. He ran his hands through my long dark hair. He slid his hands over my shoulders, breasts, around my back, and down over my ass. He pulled me firmly toward him, so I was standing between his bent legs. “You’re gonna find out, bad girl,” his said in his deep, slightly scratchy voice, and kissed me hard.
“You work here?” I snapped back to reality as the man in the suit stood before me.
“Yes, it’s my first day.” I realized I didn’t remember his name. I wondered if he knew mine. Probably not…
Crap. He knew mine. “Yes, just learning the lay of the land here.”
“Great. Glad to have you on the team.” My heart nearly stopped. Did he work here too? I must have looked confused, because he clarified, “I’m the owner.”
Holy shit. I start to panic. I had no idea I had slept with the owner of the place. I never sleep with bosses, I have a rule about it. I’ve done it before, and have always regretted it. It complicates things, and usually gets ugly. But this wasn’t my fault, I slept with him before he was my boss, and I had no idea he owned the place when I got hired. I contemplated running out of the front door and not coming back, but I really needed the money. And…and there was part of me that really wanted to see him again after our encounter months ago. We never exchanged numbers and I figured I would never see him again, as most hookups go. Even though he wasn’t wearing a ring, I figured he was probably married, with the whole hotel room thing. I glanced at his hand, and noticed he did have a ring on this time. Great, I thought. My slutty ways are catching up to me.
He put his hand on my shoulder and leaned in: “Let’s talk when you’re done.”
“Okay,” I nearly whispered it, barely able to talk. The rest of the night was challenging. I was distracted by mental images of the night we had shared, the dirty things he’d said to me echoing loudly in my head. I put in a few orders wrong, and spilled a martini into a lady’s purse. I thought for sure it would be my last day as well as my first.
“Can I be your server today?”