Richard Reed

Whipped waitress

CHAPTER ONE

"You're the worst fucking waitress I've ever seen," Mark said. "You know that?"

Judy was crying. He'd been yelling at her for the past ten minutes, ever since he called her into his office. It was her first night on the job and she screwed up so many orders that she was sure he would fire her.

"You lied to me about having experience, didn't you?"

She nodded her head and brushed her long red hair back over her shoulders. She tried not to look at him. The way his cruel eyes mocked her gave her the creeps. He was tall and husky and his size alone was enough to intimidate her.

"I should have known," he said. "You're only eighteen. What experience could you have? One thing, though, you look good in that outfit." He stared at her until she blushed. Her frilly red blouse showed off her huge firm tits. The satiny material was cut low in front and it clung to her flesh. Her black skirt was shorter than anything she'd ever worn before, hardly covering her ass. But it was the same outfit that all the other waitresses had to wear. Mark told her that the wench costumes were good for business.

She knew that was true. All night long the men were gazing at her tits every time she bent over a table. And now Mark was doing the same thing.

She knew it was coming any second now. He would fire her and then she'd have to go back to her husband and break the bad news to him. She really needed the job. They'd just got married a month ago, at the beginning of the summer, and they were hard up for money.

"But I need the job," Judy said. She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up at him, hoping he'd feel sorry for her. "Can't you just give me another chance?"

"Alright, honey," he said. "Don't worry. I'll give you a chance." He put his hands on her shoulders.