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(Public Humiliation, Exhibitionism, MFM)
Copyright 2017 Daisy Rose
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.
This is a standalone short story featuring an alpha male dominating an innocent young woman for the first time in public.
It also contains scenes including voyeuristic humiliation, public humiliation and groping by strangers, MFM, and lots of other steamy scenes.
Chapters with 18+ scenes are indicated with an asterisk (*).
Breakfast was a watered down oatmeal with bits of ground peanuts added in that tasted like dirt and gravel. I had barely tasted it before Marian knocked on the door and declared we had half an hour before she expected us to be downstairs and hard at work.
We didn't doubt her words. She had docked our already meager salary for less.
The clock in the kitchen had ran out of batteries a few days ago and instead of getting it replaced like any normal human being would, Marian insisted on taking over its job, letting us know when we should be heading down. It wasn't as if we didn't have phones to tell us the time. Annie volunteered to get the batteries replaced, but we talked her out of it. It was a matter of principles. None of us should be using our own money.
I finished the last of my oatmeal gravel with little difficulty. It was better than going hungry. I yawned and waited my turn to use the single bathroom I shared with three other girls. I didn't mind going last. The rest of the girls needed to show up for their shifts a little earlier than me.
"See you later, Rosie," Annie said with a shy wave as she walked out the bathroom. She was already fully dressed in her waitress's black and white uniform, her hair pinned up neatly.
"See you later," I echoed without much enthusiasm.
For full time workers in one of the most prestigious restaurants in the city, none of us were being paid very well. Not enough to get a decent place, in any case. The heater was turned low to save electricity.
Since I was the last in the showers, all the hot water had been used up. I hissed when the cold water touched my skin, sending a flare through my body that was almost similar to pain. The acute discomfort woke me up completely. My teeth started to chatter and I lathered the soap hastily in my hands and washed as quickly as I could.
I usually had five minutes in the bathroom before I needed to join all the other girls downstairs, but I had the good shift today. I could enjoy a few extra minutes in the bathroom. I considered putting on some makeup, but decided against it. What was the point?
The morning started the same as all the others, with barely enough rest and too much work already. I tied the white apron around my neck and kicked on a pair of black worn shoes. I made sure to lock the door behind me before making my way downstairs. I walked a little down the road and then entered the restaurant through the back door.
At least I had an easy shift today. I just needed to prep the stainless steel pans that came in a week earlier. I let my mind wander as I kept my head down and disappeared to the back of the kitchen, where I wouldn't be in anybody's way.
"Hi, Rosie," Peter greeted, waving enthusiastically from afar. I lifted a hand to wave at him and forced a smile.
The new busser had taken a liking to me ever since he started working here a month ago. He was a simpleton, but friendly with everyone in the kitchen already. I had been working there six months longer compared to him but I still hadn't spoken to most of my colleagues.
I drew back a little when he made to come towards me, then steeled myself. He had cornered me a few times when our colleagues weren't paying attention, often in the cold storage room. I rubbed my arm, remembering just yesterday when he had surprised me in the alleyway as I was cleaning out the trash.
He slammed me against the wall so roughly that my back dug against the solid bricks and I felt bruises forming.
"Did you miss me?" he asked, not bothering to wait for a response before taking my lips into his, kissing me roughly, tongue dominating my mouth. My feet barely touched the ground. He was holding me up with his hand on the underside of my breasts.
Roughly, his hand roamed under my shirt and palmed my breasts. He pushed the bra out of the way and pinched my nipples, taking my gasp into his mouth as he devoured me.
I felt my body responding to his rough touches, pussy throbbing with need. Pleasure coursed through my veins.
His free hand wandered down my buttocks and he held me so tightly that was I certain he had left handprint on my skin.
He released me when one of the other cleaners came out through the back door and quickly walked away before anyone saw him. I was left standing on my own, breathless and having to explain myself to Jenny, who wasn't pleased that I was taking so long outside and hasn't returned to help her.
"What's wrong?" she asked when she caught my stunned expression.
"Nothing," I lied, turning back to the kitchen to help her with closing.
Peter liked things a little rough. He winked and gestured to the back. Normally I would indulge him, but I wasn't ready to be groped this early in the morning.
I knew it was only a matter of time before I agreed to sleep with him, and then inevitably marry him. I was looking forward to the latter more than the former. I told him that I wanted to remain a virgin until our wedding night, but it wasn't because of my religious beliefs, as I told him. It was mostly to make sure he married me.
A woman in my position couldn't be too choosy. He was probably the best I could do, given the circumstances. My charms and good looks had gotten me past the borders, from the dumps where I grew up, but that was as far as it could bring me. At least I wasn't doing drugs, or selling my body for a hit.
I greeted the chefs as I moved past them, and then almost slammed into a stack of boxes just as I reached my work station.
"Morning, sleepyhead. Got new toys for you today," Chef Jenson laughed as he rolled an entire cart of new pots and pans in their boxes towards me. I couldn't even see him from behind the tall boxes.
He walked away before I could thank him for bringing the work to me. I didn't need to pretend to get it from the storage and ask the guys to help me with loading them. The guys there weren't morning people.
The small space was left open for me specifically for the purposes of prepping new pans.
I unboxed the top of the load and started a fire. Then, I poured oil into the first pan and swirled it around to coat the pan. I liked to use coconut oil since it had the added advantage of smelling good while I worked on making it shiny.
I worked on the second box while waiting for the first pan to heat, and then cool. Making non-stick stainless steel pan helps the chefs work faster and took away the need to wash pans in between preparing meals.
There was an odd calmness about the repetition of my work. I let the busy noise from the kitchen surrounding me to soothe me.
A sudden quite from the kitchen made me pause in my work. I was down to my last five pans. I wiped my palms on a paper towel and peeked out from behind the stack of now empty boxes see what the noise was.
There was a man in a fine black suit in the kitchen and he seemed to be paying his compliments the chef for the meal. All the chefs had stopped working to listen to him. Nobody was talking.
He was important.
As he walked closer and examined the meals one by one, I realized he wasn't here to thank the chefs. He was here to make sure we were doing a good job.
"And who's that there," he asked, turning to me so abruptly that I jumped and stepped back behind the boxes.
"That's just one of our cleaners, Seth," one of the chefs said.
The black devil. I froze on the spot and dropped my head, trying to appear as small as possible. I've heard rumors about him. The girls whispered about the mysterious devil that comes every few months to steal one of the girls from the kitchen. The girls chosen never returned and were never heard back from again.
It wasn't hard to believe. We were mostly orphans, or girls who'd run away from home in hopes of getting a better life. The manager took us in because we were cheap labor. We were paid five hundred dollars a month in addition to food and lodgings. Nobody would miss us if we disappeared.
There were stories, wild unbelievable stories that were whispered in the dead of the night. Most involved ritual sacrifices. It was the only way they could explain how he earned his millions from nothing. He made a deal with the devil.
The most outlandish story, and the one I secretly enjoyed the most, was the one about him being unable to get a normal girlfriend, because he had an enormous erection that destroyed the women he had sex with. It made me imagine how powerful and large he must be. I thought of what it must be like to ride something to big and powerful.
I licked my lips and gulped, then lifted my gaze to spy at him.
Looking at him now, he wasn't so different from the rest of us.
"She's nobody," the chef that brought me this morning's pans said. The girls often commented I was his favorite. He liked that I was quiet and got the job done. I knew he was trying to get me out of trouble.
Nevertheless, I felt a heaviness in my heart. I was nobody.
Being nobody was safe. It was comforting. I was going to go back to work when he called me by my name.
"You must be Rosie. Come here, I want to talk to you."