Stripping was paying well and Harry's generosity was helpful but I decided to take up another job at a local coffee shop. I was still in some debt. And I was working on paying off my car.
So it's Tuesday and here I am pouring coffee to a few old people, when a bell above the door rings implying someone has entered.
Harry.
He takes a seat, and rubs his eyes. He looks tired.
"And what would you like?" I ask through a smile.
"My god you're too preppy." He replies dryly.
Ugh He's so rude. It pisses me off. Like why is he so angry all the time?
"Coffee?" I ask instead with a lot les expression in my voice.
He nods his head in reply.
"So you're working two jobs?"he asks
"Yeah. I'm trying to pay off my car, and get out of the debt I'm drowning in.
"Did that money help any?" He asks raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah thank you."
"Welcome."
We talk until his coffee is gone. I lean over to refill his cup.
I accidentally spill it out of the pot though.
"Fuck!" He shouts as the hot coffee hits his lap.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"
"I'm fucking dandy." Harry says sarcastically.
"Don't just stand there get me a fucking towel." He commands.
"Okay."
I hurry to get a towel from the back.
"Damn don't you have any potential? A bratty fucking stripper and a clumsy damn waitress. Can you do anything?!"
"I'm so sorry." I reply embarrassed by what he's just revealed about me to the old people.
I help him attempt to get the stain out of his shirt.
"I have to get back to work harry," I tell him.
"No, You're coming with me." Harry says "You're getting a lesson, a long and necessary lesson."
"No I'm not. I need to get back to work."
"Your call it's not me who'd be losing my job."
"What are you talking about?" I ask.
"I didn't wanna have to do this but I video taped us having our first sex encounter and if you don't come with me...well then I'm gonna have to show your boss at the strip club. You'd get fired for what's it called...prostitution, I believe...correct?"
"No, please Harry. I'll get kicked out of my house. I can't afford college Harry, I need that job." I Whimper, "
"Come with me then."
"I can't believe your blackmailing me." I mumble.
Harry smiles a devilish smile at me and
helps me off the floor by my wrist.
We walk to the parking lot.
I get into his car.
He gets in and starts driving.
"Where are we going?"
"Stop asking questions."
"Fine." I mumble.
"Excuse me?" He growls.
I don't reply to him. I just stare out the window silently.
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Yes Sir, No Sir
Random"It's simple. I tell you what to do and you do as you're told. When I ask you a question it's yes sir and no sir. Do you understand?"
