Bend Me, Daddy

Her blue-gray eyes were wide with shock-and perhaps a hint of fear-as she stared at me, the empty tray in her hands and the floor near her feet covered in shards of glass. Her pink hair was up in pigtails tied with silver and black ribbons, her eyes were lined to look wide and innocent, and there was a lollipop in her mouth. I allowed my eyes to rove over her hungrily, taking in the silver baby doll dress she wore that barely contained her tits or covered her ass. It had a deep neckline and little cap sleeves that fell off her bare shoulders and black ruffles under the skirt that made it poof out. Her legs were covered in black tights that came just over her knees and left her smooth thighs bare, and she had black stilettos on her feet.

She blinked a few times, then crouched down and started picking up the broken glass, turning her side to me so I could see the black ruffled panties she wore underneath the dress.

I jumped up from my table, sending my chair crashing back into the wall, and grabbed her wrist before she could cut herself on the glass. "Stop," I ordered. "Someone else can clean that up."

"I am that someone," she gritted out. Sera looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "I'm going to be fired," she said around the ball of candy stuck in her cheek. It pushed her cheek out like the swollen head of my cock would, which I'm sure was the idea.

I tried, and failed, to push the image out of my mind. "No, you're not."

She yanked her arm from my grasp and went back to picking up glass. "I am! This is the second time I've dropped my drinks since I started here. And Tom told me the first time it happened that if it happened again, I would be fired. It wasn't even my fault that first time. Some guy grabbed my ass, and I totally wasn't expecting it. He took me by surprise is all, and my tray went flying..."

She was babbling and swatting my hands away as I tried to stop her from cutting herself, until finally I stood and caught the attention of the bartender so he could send someone over with a broom. Reaching down, I hauled her to her feet beside me. "Drop the fucking glass, Sera. Someone is coming to clean it up." She was making more of a scene by fighting with me. "LEAVE IT," I ordered when she tried to pull away from me to keep cleaning.

Finally, she stopped trying to get me off her and allowed me to pull her over to my table. "Have a seat," I told her.

She pulled the sucker from her mouth. "I can't," she said without looking at me. "I have other tables, and I need those tips before he fires me."

"They can wait. And you won't lose your job. I'll talk to your boss. Everything will be fine."

She glanced up at me, then at the custodian who'd appeared to clean up the mess. "Don't you want another drink?"

Catching the eye of the bartender, I gestured for him to send two more drinks over to the table, then took my seat again, waiting for her to do the same. Sera glanced back and forth between me and the other tables, then finally heaved a resigned sigh and sank down across from me, setting her tray on the table.

"Who do I speak with to have your company for the evening?"

Her head shot up. "I'm sorry?"

"Your company," I repeated. "I'd like to purchase your company for the evening."

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She stared at me with wide eyes, her lips parted in surprise. "Oh. Uh..."

"Are you already booked?"

She didn't respond, just continued to stare at me like she couldn't comprehend what I was asking her.

"Let me speak to your manager. I'll pay twice your normal fee. I'm sure he or she won't have an issue with you canceling on your original date if you have one." This wasn't the reason I'd come here. I'd only planned to find her and get some answers. It shouldn't have taken me more than thirty minutes.

However, as soon as I saw her standing there in that outfit-the wet dream of every fucking pedophile within a hundred-mile radius-my plans abruptly changed. There was no way in fucking hell I was going to let her prance around looking like that.

Sera stuck the lollipop back into her mouth and stared at me.

I frowned. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I know you can speak intelligently." Was she fucking drugged? Did she self-medicate so she could do this kind of work? I knew some people felt the need to numb themselves that way, but were desperate enough for money they did whatever they had to do to get through it. I'd never hired those people. I preferred my partners to enjoy spending time with me. "Who is your manager?" I asked again.

Finally, she seemed to snap out of it. Pulling the candy out of her mouth, she laid it on the tray as a waiter set our drinks on the table and disappeared again. "I think you have the wrong idea, Enzo." She glanced down at her outfit and back at me. "I don't have a manager."

"That makes things easy, then. My offer stands. Go get your things."

"Enzo, I'm not for hire. I'm just a waitress."

I leaned forward and put my elbows on the table. "Then why did you come to my hotel room last weekend in that tacky fuck-me dress?"

"I told you, I was only filling in for Jade. It was just that one night," she emphasized. "I'm not an escort. Not yet, anyway."

I narrowed my eyes at that last part, and my voice was little more than a growl when I asked, "What do you mean 'not yet?""