During the rest of the day Deb was shown around. Christina explained her how to take orders, and where she had to put the dishes.
Soon enough, evening came, and it was time to change her clothes. When Deb was dressed in her waitress costume, the door of the kitchen opened, and Rob appeared in the doorway.
He whistled admiring at the sight of her. “Do me a favor, and don’t change after your shift” he said, winking, making Deb blush.
In general the evening went quite well, aside the few broken glasses, and the wine Deb spilled on someone’s white shirt.
Finally, when Deb brought an order to the wrong table, Christina walked up to them, and told Deb to go to the kitchen.
“No, it’s okay, Tina” the man at the table said. “The girl’s just nervous, right?”
Deb nodded, and swallowed.
“First night, huh?” the man guessed, with a big smile, and sparkling eyes.
“Yes, sir” Deb mumbled shyly.
“Oh, please, Eric” the man insisted. “And you are…” he leaned forward to read the nametag on her top, taking advantage of the situation to have a closer look on her breasts. “Dahlia…So, he’s found his ‘Dahlia Dancer’ ”
“Yes, and he’s done a lot of effort to find her” Christina confirmed.
Deb frowned. What the hell were they talking about?
“Do you think Rob would mind if I danced with his little Dahlia Dancer?” Eric asked sarcastically, and before Deb knew what was happening, he pulled her onto his lap.
“Hey, get your hands off me!” Deb screamed in panic, but all Eric did, was lick her ear. Deb looked desperately at Christina, who nodded and said: “I’ll go get Rob”
Christina went backstage, towards Rob’s office. He must’ve seen the security footage, because she met him halfway.
“I suppose I don’t need to tell you we have a situation?” Christina said rhetorically. Rob raised his hand to shut her up, and hurried to Deb.
Deb sighed relieved, when she saw Rob. Rob pulled her off of Eric, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Rob cast a warning glance at Christina, who nodded nearly unnoticeable, and then he brought Deb to the kitchen. He closed the door, but didn’t turn around.
“I’m sorry, if I made a scene” Deb apologized. “And I’m sorry if I got you in trouble, but that man tried to kiss me and-”
She wasn’t able to finish her sentence, as Rob walked towards her and hit her hard with the back of his hand.
She lost her balance, and landed on the cold kitchen floor. She looked up, astounded, and she wiped the blood off her lower lip.
“Do you know how I can afford a place like this?” Rob asked, threatening. “Because people like Eric come here, and get whatever they want. So, if Eric wants to screw you, you let him fucking screw you. Because, do you know what happens when we deny our customers what they desire? They stop coming, and then I can close my business, and you can find yourself a nice spot on the pavers that hasn’t already been taken by the other trash you belong with”
He bowed, and grabbed her arm. He pulled her up, and closer to him. “Now, put on a poker face, and give Eric a night to remember”
Rob dragged her outside the kitchen, towards a hallway with several doors. Deb could hear moaning, and groaning, and she braced herself as much as possible, but Rob was so much stronger, and soon enough they reached an empty room.
Rob pushed her inside, closed the door and locked it.
Deb looked around desperately, in search for something that could be useful. She wasn’t granted much time, as the door opened, and Eric entered the room.
Deb stood frozen, as Eric walked towards her and grabbed her butt. She could feel his excitement, as he rubbed himself against her. He ripped off her top and skirt, and dropped them on the floor. Deb noticed her ball pen rolling over the floor, and Eric pulled his shirt over his head, she ducked and grabbed the ball pen.
When Eric stood naked before her, she said, trying to keep her voice steady: “I’m going to give you a chance to leave now. I don’t want this. I’m supposed to be taking orders from customers, not have sex with them”
“You want to take orders? Fine. Why don’t you drop on your knees and use your pretty little mouth for more pleasant things?” Eric barked. He pushed her down on her knees, and she, very reluctantly, put his cock in her mouth.
Eric closed his eyes, and groaned from pleasure, but when Deb drove the ball pen up his ass, his eyes flew open wide, and he screamed in agony.
Deb quickly put on her clothes and shoes, and made a run for the door.
It was open, and she quickly walked outside. She gasped, when she saw Rob coming her way. He wanted to drag her back inside, but when he heard the screams, coming from inside the room, he ran in there alone.
His eyes bulged as he saw Eric writhing on the floor, grabbing his eyes. Rob walked around him, and when he saw the end of the ball pen sticking out, he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I will ruin you, Robert” Eric panted. “I will tell everyone you have a psychopath in your club. You will lose everything!”
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Rob mumbled, as he walked towards the pedestal cupboard. He opened it, and put on a pair of rubber gloves, which he put on.
He, then, took two pair of handcuffs. He walked to Eric, dragged him onto the bed, and cuffed his hands on it.
After that, he walked back to the pedestal cupboard, and took out a large dildo. Eric’s eyes widened as Rob returned to the bed, with the sex toy in his hand.
“I’m so sorry, Eric” Rob said, and his voice betrayed that he wasn’t sorry at all. “But you shouldn’t have threatened me” he shrugged, and then he forced the dildo into Eric’s mouth….