It all started last year when I moved from my extremely small town to a slightly bigger college town. I got hired as a waitress at a restaurant/bar, but every once in a while, my boss would let me bartend to get some extra cash on slow nights. My boss, Roy, is in his early sixties, slightly balding, average height, and looks like a bar owner of thirty years, but he had always been nice to me and hired me despite really only hiring people 21+, which I was grateful for.
I had always been a great worker, but I was notorious for being late. No matter how hard I tried to get ready earlier, I still only made it within the five-minute grace period, if not ten to twenty minutes into my shift. I had already been talked to twice, so I knew I couldn’t be late for at least the next couple of months until Roy forgot about our last talks, but of course, right as I was leaving for work, I couldn’t find my keys. As I was looking, I kept glancing over my shoulder at the clock, seeing the time go from 3:15 to 3:40 — my shift started in twenty minutes. At 3:45, I finally found my keys stuck between the couch cushions. I had fifteen minutes to get to my car, drive twenty minutes, and clock in for my shift. As I drove in my car, I prayed it was so slow that Roy wouldn’t notice me walking in, and by the time he saw my time card, enough time would have gone by that he would just let bygones be bygones.
I got to the bar at 4:10 and whisked inside. It was busier than usual, so Roy was right at the bar. I tried to set my stuff in the back room as fast as possible, whisking by him, but before I could get past the door, I heard him say, “Jess, we need to have a talk before you leave tonight.” I gulped. “Sounds good, Roy. I am just setting my stuff down, and I’ll be out in a minute.”
The shift went by more slowly than molasses, and I kept imagining all the ways I would be fired. I needed this job, even if it paid a small amount. Maybe I could threaten him by saying I would tell people he let me bartend? But that would get me thrown out quicker. Midnight was rolling around, and our last customer had left thirty minutes ago. I was polishing glass when I heard Roy say, “Go ahead and lock up shop and pour yourself a drink for the end of the shift.” At the end of every shift, we had a drink before or after starting closing duties — Roy usually liked waiting until after, so it made me nervous that he wanted to have one before.
I poured my beer and sat down. I hardly ever sat during my shifts, so I felt the denim of my shorts ride up my ass and grind against my thong as I sat on the stool waiting for him to join me. He sat next to me with his double shot of whiskey and took a long sip before looking at me. “Jess, this is the third time in the past month you’ve been late. Then, four times before that, we had a big talk, and you were only on time for two months. You can’t keep coming in late, and if you do, then there have to be some consequences.”
“I know, Roy. I am sorry. I will try to be better”
“That’s what you said last time, and the time before. I need more than promises. You’re a great worker, so I don’t want to lose you, but you need to make up for the time you weren’t here.” Roy started looking me up and down again, this time stopping at my breast.
Since I work at a bar, I usually wear a top with a decent amount of cleavage for my 36C cups and no bra, since it usually increases my tips, which means my nipples are on full display at all times. I took a sip of my beer and looked at Roy. “How do you want me to make up the time? It isn’t like I am getting paid when I am not here, Roy.”
“Well, when you aren’t here on time, and I have to do your job and my job, I get stressed. So I think for every minute I am stressed, you help me de-stress.”
“And how am I supposed to help you do that?”
He looked at me, and I could see the lust building in his eyes. “Well, I was thinking you could sit in my lap and just let me touch you a bit. No sex, just touching.”
He wanted to grope me while I sat in his lap?! “Roy, there has to be something else I can do to make things up to you. I’ll deep clean the bar?”
“I could fire you and give you your pay now.”
I chugged my after-shift beer and thought of my options: it would be at least a month if I were lucky to find a new job with my class schedule this semester, and I didn’t have the money not to be working for a month without falling behind on payments. “Just touching? Nothing else?”
“I promise, Jess, just touching. We go by the number of minutes you were late, so based on your time card, that’s 10 minutes. I’ll even close the bar by myself afterward, and you can head home. Also, this will be every time you are late from now on.”
“Fine.” I’ll never be late again, and this will be ten minutes of my life that I try to erase from my memory. He grabbed my hand, led me to his office, took off his pants, and sat down.
“I’ll keep on my underwear; I just want to make sure I can feel you a little more. You can stay just like that, baby. Now sit and let Daddy play with you. Once you sit, I’ll turn on the timer.”
I slowly sat down in his lap and heard him set down the phone immediately, feeling his fingers start to massage my shoulders. From my shoulders, down my arms, back up to my shoulders, and down my back — I closed my eyes and started to drift away in the pleasant feeling of his touch. Then he broke the pattern; instead of going back up my back, I felt his hands move to my stomach and up to my boobs. At first he just cupped them, weighing them in his hands, then he started to slowly run his fingers back and forth in my nipples through the thin fabric of my top. I could feel him starting to get hard, and he went from lazily circling my nipple to lightly pinching between circles.
“Mmmm, do you like that, baby? Daddy has been thinking of doing this since you stopped wearing bras to work. Your nipples are always so hard, it’s like your body is begging to be played with.”
I started feeling my hips grinding against him, his cock and the denim of my shorts grinding against my pussy. My pussy was wet, and my breath was getting heavier as I tried holding back my moans. That’s when he stopped, and I turned, giving him a look of begging to let me finish.
He laughed, “Turn around, and take off your shirt and your shorts. I want to see your face while I am making you feel good.”
I stood up and took off my shorts and top, ashamed to sit back down because I knew he would be able to feel through his boxers how wet he had made me.
When I sat back down, he immediately went back to my tits, this time licking his fingertips before taking that hand to one nipple and taking the other in his mouth.
“Hey! You said only touch…” I couldn’t even get out the full sentence before his tongue started lapping at my nipple, making me moan uncontrollably.
At this point I had lost full control of my body. He went between sucking and licking one nipple while he toyed with the other in his fingers. I was holding his head at my nipple while grinding my wet pussy against his cock, feeling the heat through his boxers and my panties.
“That’s it, baby. Use me how you need to cum. Do you want to cum for Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy. I need to cum. Please make me cum.”
That’s when the sound I had been so desperately waiting for in the beginning, and now desperately despised, went off. Ten minutes had gone by, and technically my punishment was over.
Roy looked at me and smiled, still playing with my nipple in one of his hands. “Well, do you want me to stop now,” taking a second to lick my other nipple up and down, “or should we finish so you really understand the severity of you coming in late all the time?”
“Please teach me a lesson, Daddy.”
With that, he took my nipple back in his mouth and slid his hand into my panties, finding my clit. “I need you to cum for me, baby. Cum so I know you will be a good girl for me. No more coming in late or Daddy will have to keep punishing you, again and again.”
“I’m a good girl for you, Daddy, so good. So fucking good.” I am so close, and all it takes is him adding one finger while circling my clit and lapping my nipple to get me to cum uncontrollably on his lap.
I get up from his lap, and as I am about to put on my shorts, he tells me to take off my panties and give them to him. He smells them while licking his lips and puts them in his desk drawer.
As I turn to leave, mostly confused about how I feel about our encounter tonight, he calls out to me, “I will see you next shift, Jess. Please don’t be late again.”
