Chapter Three

“Our contract?”

“Our contract?” I said.

“Yes. Please don’t be anxious about it. I’ll have a rough draft to show you when I see you tomorrow tonight. We can go over it together, line by line, and see how you feel.”

“OK. I’m excited to read it with you, Dane.”

“So am I, Veronica. We’re going to have a great time together, you and I.”

Dane led me to the shower and we went in together. I reached for the body wash, but just like last night, Dane put my arms to my sides and washed my body completely, even my most private parts, shampooing and conditioning my hair. Then he washed himself, as I watched. It aroused me to see Dane rub the liquid soap on his scrotum and lather up his penis. We stepped out and he wrapped a towel around me. I walked into my closet to pick out some clothes, but then remembered Dane preferred to dress me. He looked through my drawer as I stood before him. He seemed unhappy with most of my clothes and then found a skimpy white tank top that I usually wore under a blouse, thigh high sheer stockings and a black skirt that barely covered my hips. Without a bra, the revealing top completely revealed the contours of my breasts and my nipples. I knew people were going to be staring at my boobs and ass all day, but I suppose I better get used to that with Dane. He picked out a pencil thin micro thong and slipped it on with high heel shoes.

He sat me in front of my bedroom mirror and asked me to put on my make-up, which I did. Then he asked me to make the lipstick brighter and the mascara thicker. I complied. It was flattering to have a man so swept up in every detail of my appearance. I brushed my thick black hair out and looked in the mirror while Dane stood behind me, fondling my breasts through the white silk. I put some earrings on. I felt kind of excited to go outside nearly naked. It did make me feel free and alive, just as he said it would. How did he know I’d like it? Seeing my reflection in the mirror, I felt cute dressed and made up this way, even though I looked a bit like a whore. Not a little bit, actually. A lot like a whore.

“You look very sexy, Veronica.”

“Thank you, Dane.”

“This outfit will do fine for today, but I’m going to seriously upgrade your sexy outfits and accessories. Only crotch-less or sheer panties are allowed and only revealing clothing from now on, Veronica. I’m sorry, but I need to have full access to your body all day long.”

“But… other people will be able to see me too. Don’t you mind that other men will be looking at my body all day long and trying to hit on me dressed like this?”

“Not only don’t I mind, it’s sexy to me that they look at you. Anyway, guys will hit on a pretty girl like you regardless of what you wear, you’re so beautiful. If I worry about every guy who wants to sleep with you, I’d go crazy with jealousy.”

“I think you’re already crazy, Dane.”

“I know I’m crazy about you.”

He winked at me and gave me a kiss.

“Hey, do you mind if I bring my suitcase in from the trunk? I need to put on a change of uniform.”

“No, be my guest. Make yourself at home. Are you moving in with me after just one date?” I joked.

“Yeah, as long as those spiders don’t come back,” he said, smiling.

Dane brought in his suitcase and opened it on the couch in the living room. Every article of clothing was perfectly folded and pressed. He changed while I went into the kitchen and made some toast and coffee. I sat on his lap rather than on a chair as he fed me, as if I was a baby bird in his nest. He instructed me to never break eye contact with him and he stared at me throughout the meal in his intense, proprietary way.

The first errand of the morning was a trip to the Planned Parenthood clinic in my neighborhood. We didn’t have an appointment but luckily they took walk-ins. Though a little embarrassed by the way I was dressed; I picked up a prescription for birth control pills and morning after pills, just to make sure I didn’t get pregnant from last night. Around the corner we picked both prescriptions up at the pharmacy, with everyone staring at me, from little old ladies to dirty old men, under the harsh fluorescent lights of the drug store. Their reactions ranged from haughty disapproval to outright lust. The young cashier at the checkout line could not take his eyes off my boobs as I paid for a bottle of water. He seemed like a nice young boy so I smiled at him and winked. I took the pills in the car, with Dane behind the wheel again.

“You were a big hit at Walgreens,” Dane said.

“I think some of the women thought I looked indecent,” I replied.

“Well, that’s their problem, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so…”

It was almost time for my lunch shift to start. We drove back to my apartment so I could get changed quickly for work. While I put on my Hooters uniform, without a bra, Dane’s eyes were riveted to my body. After I finished dressing he looked me over, inspecting how I looked in my work clothes.

“Does my outfit meet with your approval, Sir?” I asked.

“You look very cute, though I prefer you less covered. I bet you’ll get some good tips for the lunch shift though, looking more natural, if you know what I mean. I’m going to make you a rich lady, Ms. Wells.”

Dane put on a fresh military uniform for his meeting. He looked very handsome to me.

“Let me drive you to work or else you’ll be late.”

As we walked out the door, he proudly pointed up to the awning of the porch.

“Look. No more spiders.”

“That’s a relief. Thank you again, Dane.”

He drove me to work in the Black Range Rover and gave my “hooters” a passionate squeeze and kissed me deep on the lips before I got out. I liked how he was always touching me, fondling me, kissing me. It was quite flattering and seemed to keep me in a sensual happy mood. I don’t know what was wrong with me, but I had the overwhelming desire to unzip his pants right there in the full view of the parking lot and go down on him in the front seat of the car. Unfortunately my shift was about to start, so I gave him a quick kiss and jumped out of the car, my boobs bouncing freely in the T-Shirt.

“Good luck with the job interview,” I said.

“Thanks. Have a good shift. See you at 5,” he said.

I waved to him as he drove off. I was becoming addicted to the close physical contact with Dane (as well as something else that only guys can provide).

As I walked into Hooters and got ready for my shift, everyone looked at my breasts bobbing freely under the watchful eyes of our owl logo. No longer hidden by the bra, I had never quite noticed before that my nipples were unusually large and quite naturally puffy and swollen. They seemed to be perpetually extended, protruding out under the tight orange T-shirt. They were a physical fact of my anatomy, unintentionally creating their own private show as I walked through Hooters, almost demanding to be looked at and sucked upon. There was nothing I could do about it. I pretended not to notice the male customers leering at me, the busboys literally drooling over me and my notoriously handsome, dark haired restaurant manager, pacing the floor and watching my every move like an eagle circling its prey.

The hostess and the other waitresses kept giving me cold disapproving looks when I tried to smile at them. For God’s Sake, it’s Hooters, right? The food is average, the ambiance is rather plain and the drinks are overpriced. Isn’t staring at boobs the main reason people come here? I’m just giving everyone a better look. What’s the harm in that? I don’t see why the other girls should look at me with such scorn in their eyes, like I had broken some cardinal rule of female decorum.

I wanted to say to them, “My Dom wants me to look like this.” My Dom. I couldn’t believe it. I felt more alive with Dane than I had ever felt in my life, more in touch with my sensuality. I had a Dom now. My Dom. I couldn’t believe I had entered into a Dom/sub relationship. It seemed like meeting Dane and experiencing the kinky sex was nothing more than a fantasy or dream that I would eventually wake up from. If it was a dream, it sure seemed real to me. I hoped I would never wake up from it.

Rather than responding to all the looks of scorn and lust I was getting, I just switched into autopilot, taking orders, typing them into the computer screen, delivering drinks and burgers, collecting credit cards and ringing them out.

While I worked my station, I thought all afternoon about my upbringing with Dad. I had lived my whole life in Tucson, Arizona and except for a few road trips to Nevada and California, I pretty much never left the desert. My Father was quite a character. An authentic hippy from the 60’s, he saved up enough from his fledgling construction business to buy the small home I grew up in near the University of Arizona. I was happy there but it was a crazy place to live. He had built a sweat lodge and a small round pool on his property, surrounded by a high wooden fence. Our home was hippy central seven nights a week. All sorts of misfit shaggy-haired bohemians would gather at the house. Everyone was always invited and the gate was never locked. People would wander in and out, smoking pot, tripping out on mushroom tea or taking peyote. But anyone with cocaine or crystal meth would be kicked out of the circle. My Dad disallowed synthetic drugs of any kind at the sweat lodge.

My Dad and Mom, a massage therapist named Desiree, never got married in the traditional way. One day when I was around five Desiree must’ve gotten tired of the scene. She just disappeared, without telling Dad and me where she went.

I cried when I found out and Dad put his arms around my shoulder to comfort me.

“Desiree is a free spirit, honey. She’s always been that way. She just blew away like dust in the wind,” my Dad said, sadly.

We never spoke of Mom again. After a while, I stopped feeling upset about my Mom wandering off. I never really knew her that well anyway. We never heard from her again…

My Dad hosted these big parties on his property. A couple times a week all his friends would come over for these clothing optional vegan potlucks. My Dad would never allow me to be naked at these large gatherings, or any of the kids that came. I remember we would just grab our food and run wild, going in and out of the sauna and jumping in the pool, playing imaginative games as kids do.

If you’ve never been to a nudist group, it’s not at all what you would think. Most of the people there were out of shape and no one really flirted or stared at each other’s bodies. After a while, you hardly noticed anyone didn’t have any clothes on. It wasn’t a sexual thing at all. People just felt more comfortable without their clothes on, like they could relax from the stress of the world, naked, inside the tall fenced enclosure of my Dad’s property. After eating and cleaning up, the hippies would get out their guitars and sing under the twinkling Christmas lights my Dad had lit up in the tree branches all year long. They would take turns cramming into the sweat lodge, with the smell of burning sage or sandalwood incense always in the air, and then plunge into the cold pool. My Dad made his home into a loving open place that even a stranger from out of town was invited to visit. Remarkably, in all those years not one bad thing ever happened there. Everyone was very respectful to each other.

I remember for my eighteenth birthday party my Dad let me invite all my friends over from high school. It became the biggest scandal of the year when I took off my swimming suit top in the sauna and jumped into the pool topless! All of my other girlfriends followed suit, like one of those crazy uninhibited things people do once in their life. All the high school boys were in seventh heaven that night. It was the most memorable night of my high school years.

As I thought about my past, the time flew by and my shift was almost over. I picked up the credit card slip from my last four customers and got another great tip. Dane was right. No bra equals more money. It wasn’t that busy and after the busboys and bartender took their cut, I cleared well over a hundred and fifty in tips, which was unheard of for a lunch shift. It made the other waitresses jealous when the bartender handed me the cash. I was becoming a little tired of their snarky looks. “Hey, if you want better tips, take off your bras,” I wanted to tell them.

I was about to start cleaning my section when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Richie, trying to get my attention. I noticed him looking down at my breasts.

“Where’s your head at, Veronica? I’ve been trying to flag you down for ten minutes.”

“Sorry, busy shift.”

“I need to talk to you privately in my office.”

“What about my section?”

“The busboys will take care of it. Meet me in my office. Let’s have a chat.”

Oh, I know what “the chat” meant: a quick blow job behind his desk. Usually a big drama would ensue where the girls would either quit or get fired, wiping tears from their eyes as they left Richie’s office. At least I knew what to expect from the guy. After realizing how simple it was to give a guy a blow job, the whole trauma these girls had supposedly suffered seemed ridiculous to me now. The door to Richie’s office was open and I went in. He was sitting on the black leather couch near his desk.

“Veronica. Come on in. Shut and lock the door please,” Richie said.

I could tell the man wanted something from me, but after sucking on and swallowing the semen of Dane twice in the last twenty four hours, I wasn’t intimidated. I closed and locked the door. He offered me a seat next to him on the couch. I wondered how many girls had been manipulated to have had sex with him on that very spot.

“What’s up, Richie?” I asked, sitting down next to him.

“I’ve been up, Veronica, all afternoon, watching you bouncing around the floor without a bra.”

I glanced down and verified that what he said was true. The poor guy sported an enormous hard-on for me, bulging in his slacks, straining to be released.

“You look so sexy like that, with your pretty red lips and eye shadow. I’m going to see about getting you a pictorial in our 2016 calendar and entering you into the Hooters swimsuit competition later next summer. Would you like that, Veronica?

“I guess. I don’t mind. Sure, it sounds like fun. Do they give the waitresses extra money for…?”

Before I could stop him, Richie’s hands swept over my shoulders and cupped the sides of my breasts. He placed the tips of his thumbs lightly over my erect nipples and rubbed them in a circular motion. I was surprised I didn’t stand up in shock at being touched or even protest. I just sat on the couch and let my restaurant manager fondle my breasts and tweak my nipples without my consent. There must be a rule somewhere in the employee handbook prohibiting that behavior, wasn’t there? I leaned my back against the cushion and relaxed as he continued to squeeze my boobs. Why didn’t I move his hands away or slap him? Why didn’t I attempt to stop him?

“You have the most beautiful breasts, Veronica. I love the fact that you didn’t wear a bra today. I’ve wanted to do this for hours. Maybe we could go out together to a club later tonight. I could pick you up at your place later, if you’d like.”

Richie slipped one hand and then another under my t-shirt and gave my breasts a light squeeze. I let him fondle me for another moment. He looked me deeply in the eyes.

“I’ve been attracted to you for so long, Veronica. I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t hold back anymore.”

When he leaned in for a kiss, I calmly removed his hands from under my shirt. I know I should’ve been angrier that my manager touched my boobs like that. My nonchalant reaction proved that something in me had fundamentally changed since meeting Dane.

“Excuse me, Richie.”

I calmly stood up to leave.

“What’s wrong?” he said.

“I have a boyfriend who’s waiting for me outside right now, and I don’t think he’s going like it when I tell him how you just grabbed my breasts.”

“Veronica… you’re taking this the wrong way. I didn’t mean to…”

“Find yourself another waitress.”

Richie followed me to the door.

“Wait. You’re right, Veronica. I shouldn’t have touched you. As your employer, it was inappropriate. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. Seeing you without a bra made me crazy, I couldn’t help it. When I first touched you, you didn’t stop me. I thought you liked it and got carried away. Please don’t tell anyone about this, Veronica. I’ll lose my job over this. It’s just a little misunderstanding. Please don’t leave. Come back and sit down. Let’s talk about this.”

“There’s nothing I wish to say to you, Richie.”

I walked out of his office and left the restaurant in a huff, my breasts jiggling in righteous indignation. Dane was waiting for me in the parking lot. He got out and greeted me very affectionately with a kiss, and opened the passenger door for me. I was secretly excited to tell him what just happened, but also felt I was expected to act a little upset about it.

“Hello. God, I missed you today.”

I gave him a pouty face and crossed my arms over my chest.

“What’s wrong, Veronica? You seem upset.”

“I just quit my job is what’s wrong. My boss, Richie, just took me in his office and grabbed my breasts.”

As my new boyfriend, Dane didn’t respond much to the news or react in the way I at all expected.

“Oh... Why’d you quit?”

“Why’d I quit? Did you hear what I just said? My boss just had his hands up under my shirt, fondling my boobs. Aren’t you the slightest bit upset that he felt me up?”

I was taken aback and slightly confused by Dane’s reaction.

“But can you really blame him? Look at you, Veronica. You’re so well-endowed and pretty. It’s just a little skin. If I were in his position, I would’ve done the same thing. I thought you were trying to save up enough money to go back to school.”

“I was, but…”

“Do you want your job back?”

“It’s too late. He never hires anyone back after they quit.”

Dane grabbed a bag out of the car. The entire back seat was filled with shopping bags.

“What are you doing? What’s in all those bags?” I asked.

“I’ll show you later. Come on.”

Dane grabbed my hand and started walking me back toward the entrance.

“Where are we going? I don’t want to go back in there, Dane! Not after what happened!”

Dane took me into his arms in the middle of the parking lot.

“Veronica, listen. Do you trust me? Have I done anything to you to make you think I don’t have your best interests at heart?”

“I’ve only known you for a very short time, but I feel like I can trust you. I just don’t understand you, Dane. Aren’t you mad at him for touching me like that? You’re my boyfriend now, aren’t you?”

“Of course, I am, Veronica, but I don’t want to be the kind of boyfriend that’s possessive over you or holds you back in any way. Didn’t you tell me yesterday that you had a secret crush on your manager?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I wanted him to take me into his office and feel me up.”

“I think you’re taking all this too seriously. Come on. Let’s go get your job back.”

“But, Dane!”

Ignoring my protests, Dane put his arm around my waist and walked me across the parking lot in large strides. I almost had to run to keep up with him. At least I’ll get the pleasure of watching Dane, decked out in full military regalia, scare the shit out of poor Richie, I thought, smiling to myself.

I followed Dane back inside Hooters and he asked the hostess if he could speak to the manager briefly. The hostess called Richie on the phone and he came out of his office a moment later. Standing next to my military man, I was delighted to see the look of fear in Richie’s eyes when he put two and two together.

“Hi, I’m Dane Smith,” Dane said in a friendly manner, extending his hand.

How could Dane be so nice about it? OK, he wasn’t possessive, but I was his new girlfriend and the guy just felt me up. Richie tentatively shook his hand.

“You’re Richie right? My girlfriend, Veronica, has told me all about what just happened. Is there somewhere private we can talk?”

I smiled. Hearing Dane call me his girlfriend made my heart soar, I was so happy. It was definitely worth all the fondling I had just endured. Richie let go of Dane’s hand and took a step back like he was about to dart through the back of the restaurant and out through the kitchen.

“Wait. Look, Mr. Smith. I didn’t know she had a boyfriend,” Dane whispered.

“Richie, relax. Do I look mad to you? I’m not mad at all. I just told her that if I were you, I would’ve done the same thing. Do you have an office somewhere we could straighten this thing out?”

Richie looked at Dane suspiciously, as if he were a coiled snake about to strike. He nodded his head and escorted us to his office. Once inside, Dane took control of the situation, locking the three of us in the room together and approaching Richie with a non-threatening smile.

“So, as I said, Veronica told me about what just happened and how she just quit her job over it. Isn’t Veronica one of your best and prettiest waitresses?” Dane asked.

“She is,” Richie admitted. “I never wanted her to quit.”

“Look. This has all been a big misunderstanding. I really don’t really blame you for trying to touch her. Look at those full breasts. Go ahead, Richie, look. She doesn’t mind and neither do I. They’re gorgeous, right? So round and full with such large puffy nipples. You can really see them perfectly without a bra, can’t you?”

“Yes…” Richie agreed.

I stood there with growing embarrassment as both men ogled my boobs for a long moment. Though flattered by what Dane said, I felt like a prize pony at the fair. I resisted the urge to cover my breasts with my hands as they gawked at me. I knew Dane wouldn’t approve if I blocked their view.

“I know you weren’t aware that she had a boyfriend, Richie. We met just last night right here at Hooters and hooked up. It was the most beautiful night of my life. Veronica’s a very special woman and she wants her job back. I’ve got a proposition for you and I think it’s a win-win for everyone. For me, I was hoping to have more compatible hours with my lady, so what I’d like you to do is this. Rearrange her schedule so Veronica works the lunch shift. I want her to have plenty of energy for our little sessions at night when we both get off from our jobs. I’d like you to promote her to the hostess position and give her a raise, so Veronica can make the same amount of money working the day shift rather than waiting tables at night.”

“I don’t know. I already have a day shift hostess…” Richie mumbled, still gazing at my boobs.

“And listen to this. This is the best part,” Dane said, ignoring Richie. “This is the part for you. When does the lunch shift start?”

“11AM,” Richie said.

“OK. Every morning at 10:30, Veronica will meet you in your office for thirty minutes. Let me give you an example of what she’ll be wearing as the new hostess of Hooters. I just bought all these sexy new dresses that I’m sure your customers will really appreciate. It will be fun for everyone. And profitable for the restaurant.”

Dane looked over at me.