Waitress' little souvenier
The longer you were left alone, the more nervous you got. Until now, you hadn't even been thinking about how dangerous this outing was for you. But, without Jordan, you suddenly felt exposed. All the ugly stories of shrinks being napped by strangers reared their head inside your mind, refusing to be quieted. Hectically, you glanced from side to side. What were you doing!? Every sense, every nerve in your body screamed at you to get out of here. If you didn't, it was just a manner of time until someone would decide they wanted a snack...
But no! You took a deep breath, trying to ignore your instincts. You were fine. Jordan was watching over you, and as soon as she was back, you could banish these thoughts and enjoy yourself like you were supposed to. This was your date night, after all! And, after glancing through the restaurant once more, none of the other guest seemed even aware of your presence. How could they be? You weren't exactly easy to notice. You breathed out, relaxing. This was going to be a fun night. Your night!
Then, a shadow fell over you.
You looked up, excited to speak to Jordan again. But her seat was still empty. Instead, Debbie, the giant waitress, set down a huge glass on the table, along with a small caraffe of red wine and a set of cutlery. Only one pair, you noticed.
Her eyes met your's. She gave you a charming smile and rounded the table towards you.
"You really are a lucky one, huh? Managing to land a date with her?"
You could only manage a small, awkward smile. You didn't like, how she looked at you...
"Kind of unusual, but hey, I'm not gonna judge her tastes. Is this your first time?"
"No," you stammer out, your voice weaker than you'd have liked, "we met a few days ago. This is only our second date, though."
"Huh, and already in such a fancy place? Seems she really fancys you."
Debbie's smile suddenly turns, now more of a condescending grin.
You hadn't realized how close Debbie had already gotten to you and before you even manage a squeal, she grabbed you from behind, dangling you between her thumb and index finger.
"Sucks for her! If she was so hot for you, maybe she shouldn't have left you sitting out here. She probably got sick of you already..."
You started to protest, thrashing around, desperately trying to free yourself from her grip. But of course, she was stronger. Panicking, you look around - Jordan had to return every second now. If only she could see what was happening!
But Debbie was faster. She hurried back through the kitchen and into a small employee-only restroom. With every step, you felt any chance of still being rescued draining away. Tears threatened to stream out of your eyes, a quiet sob escaped you. the night had started so perfectly! Why did it have to go like this...
"Do you honestly think, she's into you?"
You blink, forcing the tears out of your eyes. Debbie is looking down at you, still condescending, worse, bemused.
"Hate to break it to you, shrimp, but your nothing to her. Except practice for real dates." A giggle escapes her. "You know, with real women. Not a plaything, like you."
You start thrashing around again, fighting against her vice-like fingers. You weren't a toy, especially not to Jordan! You wanted to shout, scream up at Debbie 'She's gonna look for me, and find me, and you'll be in so much trouble!' But the words die in your throat, choked by ugly sobs. Even if she found you right here, right now... what would she even do? She didn't own you. You weren't even property. Anyone could have come and taken you, without punishment. Debbie had just been the first one to notice you alone.
"Hey, at least I'm being honest," Debbie said, the tone of bemusement getting stronger with every word. "What, would you have rather lived with her for a few weeks? Trust me, she would have thrown you out as soon as she got bored of her new toy."
Suddenly, you felt a finger on your head. You looked up. Debbie was slowly, gently caressing your hair.
"At least I'm not pretending you are something that you're not. I own you now and your my toy, or pet, or whatever you want to call yourself. But you don't have to worry - I'm not in the habit of breaking my stuff. So as long as you behave," she shoots you another condescending smirk, "you're gonna be just fine."
There was no escape from this and you knew it. The only thing you could do, was to accept your fate. You ceased your fightng. It was pointless, after all...
"Good," Debbie smirked, "you're taking this better than I thought. That's good, you don't have to make it hard for yourself. And trust me, if you push me, I can be hard."
Her eyes gleamed for just a moment and the dread you felt was instantly replaced by fear. You felt like a mouse staring up at a hungry lion.
"Yeah, you get it." The condescension returned. You knew this instant, that getting on Debbie's bad side would have horrible consequences.
"Well, I still have a shift to cover. Boss is probably already going to get on my case for slacking off. And well, I can't have you be seen. Not by my coworkers and of course not by your lovely lady. But because you've been so good," she lifted you up, pinching your shirt and letting you dangle infront of her face, "I'm going to let you choose where you get to hide for the next few hours..."
Of course, you knew where this was going... you'd go either down her shirt or into her pants. But inside you, there was still a flicker of hope... while she was working she couldn't make sure you stayed were she put you. So maybe... you still had a chance to escape...
But no! You took a deep breath, trying to ignore your instincts. You were fine. Jordan was watching over you, and as soon as she was back, you could banish these thoughts and enjoy yourself like you were supposed to. This was your date night, after all! And, after glancing through the restaurant once more, none of the other guest seemed even aware of your presence. How could they be? You weren't exactly easy to notice. You breathed out, relaxing. This was going to be a fun night. Your night!
Then, a shadow fell over you.
You looked up, excited to speak to Jordan again. But her seat was still empty. Instead, Debbie, the giant waitress, set down a huge glass on the table, along with a small caraffe of red wine and a set of cutlery. Only one pair, you noticed.
Her eyes met your's. She gave you a charming smile and rounded the table towards you.
"You really are a lucky one, huh? Managing to land a date with her?"
You could only manage a small, awkward smile. You didn't like, how she looked at you...
"Kind of unusual, but hey, I'm not gonna judge her tastes. Is this your first time?"
"No," you stammer out, your voice weaker than you'd have liked, "we met a few days ago. This is only our second date, though."
"Huh, and already in such a fancy place? Seems she really fancys you."
Debbie's smile suddenly turns, now more of a condescending grin.
You hadn't realized how close Debbie had already gotten to you and before you even manage a squeal, she grabbed you from behind, dangling you between her thumb and index finger.
"Sucks for her! If she was so hot for you, maybe she shouldn't have left you sitting out here. She probably got sick of you already..."
You started to protest, thrashing around, desperately trying to free yourself from her grip. But of course, she was stronger. Panicking, you look around - Jordan had to return every second now. If only she could see what was happening!
But Debbie was faster. She hurried back through the kitchen and into a small employee-only restroom. With every step, you felt any chance of still being rescued draining away. Tears threatened to stream out of your eyes, a quiet sob escaped you. the night had started so perfectly! Why did it have to go like this...
"Do you honestly think, she's into you?"
You blink, forcing the tears out of your eyes. Debbie is looking down at you, still condescending, worse, bemused.
"Hate to break it to you, shrimp, but your nothing to her. Except practice for real dates." A giggle escapes her. "You know, with real women. Not a plaything, like you."
You start thrashing around again, fighting against her vice-like fingers. You weren't a toy, especially not to Jordan! You wanted to shout, scream up at Debbie 'She's gonna look for me, and find me, and you'll be in so much trouble!' But the words die in your throat, choked by ugly sobs. Even if she found you right here, right now... what would she even do? She didn't own you. You weren't even property. Anyone could have come and taken you, without punishment. Debbie had just been the first one to notice you alone.
"Hey, at least I'm being honest," Debbie said, the tone of bemusement getting stronger with every word. "What, would you have rather lived with her for a few weeks? Trust me, she would have thrown you out as soon as she got bored of her new toy."
Suddenly, you felt a finger on your head. You looked up. Debbie was slowly, gently caressing your hair.
"At least I'm not pretending you are something that you're not. I own you now and your my toy, or pet, or whatever you want to call yourself. But you don't have to worry - I'm not in the habit of breaking my stuff. So as long as you behave," she shoots you another condescending smirk, "you're gonna be just fine."
There was no escape from this and you knew it. The only thing you could do, was to accept your fate. You ceased your fightng. It was pointless, after all...
"Good," Debbie smirked, "you're taking this better than I thought. That's good, you don't have to make it hard for yourself. And trust me, if you push me, I can be hard."
Her eyes gleamed for just a moment and the dread you felt was instantly replaced by fear. You felt like a mouse staring up at a hungry lion.
"Yeah, you get it." The condescension returned. You knew this instant, that getting on Debbie's bad side would have horrible consequences.
"Well, I still have a shift to cover. Boss is probably already going to get on my case for slacking off. And well, I can't have you be seen. Not by my coworkers and of course not by your lovely lady. But because you've been so good," she lifted you up, pinching your shirt and letting you dangle infront of her face, "I'm going to let you choose where you get to hide for the next few hours..."
Of course, you knew where this was going... you'd go either down her shirt or into her pants. But inside you, there was still a flicker of hope... while she was working she couldn't make sure you stayed were she put you. So maybe... you still had a chance to escape...
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June 3, 2023
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