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Texas Two Step

Categories Fiction, Rape, Romance

Author: IndelicatedDoll

Published: 04 July 2019

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Texas Two Step

Amber was careful to stay against the wall as Heather walked her through the kitchen area, prattling off instructions. The servers were chattering and sifting through the hot plates of food that were sitting on the stainless steel counter, and referring to the screen that displayed their orders. One impressive young lady expertly zoomed past them with a giant tray topped with several sizzling platters, precariously perched on her shoulders, shouting “corner” as she rounded into the dining area, her cute booty peeking out of her shorts. Amber could hear the radio behind the cook’s line blaring a Latin beat, and even though the lyrics were in Spanish, she interpreted that the male singer was clearly excited about the fetching features of a little mamacita. All of the servers were wearing the trademark red cowboy type boots, which she later learned were actually OSHA approved. The girls were decked out in very short jeans shorts and black, low-cut, bikini crop tops with the company logo on the front and “Who’s your Daddy?” written on the back. Some of the girls wore their hair in two high buns twirled with colorful ribbons, or one perky ponytail, or short bobs with bangs. They hadn’t issued Amber her uniform yet, but she couldn’t wait to try it on. She was thrilled to be the newest member of Big Daddy Duke’s Sugar Pit, ‘where you come for the eats, but stay for the sweets!’ She was also nervous as fuck. It was her first restaurant job, all eyes were on her, and she had no idea what the hell she was doing. She heard a cat-call whistle coming from one of the cooks behind the food counter.

“Oh yeah, and ignore the cooks,” Heather added as they edged towards the end of the narrow galley of the kitchen. Too late, Amber had already made eye contact with the handsome young Hispanic man who was preparing avocados as they walked by. Was he the one who whistled? She couldn’t tell. She gathered that his name was Alejandro from his name tag. He smiled and she quickly looked away.

They paraded past the hubbub, heading to the small office in the back.

“She’s all ready for the welcome videos!” said Heather, the young woman who had been assigned to train Amber. Heather had beautiful long legs and jet black hair with fringy bangs. The manager, Daddy Duke himself, was a large man. His belly stretched the snaps of his western style shirt, which he wore tucked under a turquoise and silver belt buckle. He had on a vest and a bolo tie that matched his belt. On his large hands were several expensive rings and an oversized watch stretched around his muscular, tanned wrist. His white hair and bushy sideburns were visible beneath his black cowboy hat, and he chewed on a toothpick in the corner of his mouth. He was as pleased as punch with Heather and told her how much he appreciated her as a knowledgeable employee.

“Make sure she signs off when she’s finished watchin‘em,” he added before turning to face Amber. “And let’s get this little gal her duds! Let me see.” He leaned back in his swivel seat and crossed his arms across his barrel of a chest. Amber twirled around, offering herself up for inspection. After a moment of scrutinizing her, he took the toothpick out of his mouth and declared that she needed a size small.

“You let me know if the top is too small.” He paused and furrowed his brow. “It looks like it could be, but that might not be a bad thing, ” he added with a wink. “You’ll have to order your own boots. The link is on the employee page.”

“Thank you, ah, is it Mr. Duke?” Amber asked respectfully.

“Daddy Duke, little miss, or you can just call me Daddy,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.



While Heather and Daddy Duke discussed which episodes she was required to see, Amber looked around the office and noticed that there were several areas of the restaurant visible on the split screen of a surveillance monitor.

She followed Heather back to another room where she was supposed to watch the training videos. Heather kindly brought Amber a Coke and a complimentary plate of mac’n’cheese bites and left her to learn about what it meant to be one of Daddy Duke’s Dolls.

It had taken nearly a week to finish her training, learn the computer and to complete the practice sessions and by the time she was ready for her first shift, her fantastic red boots had come. She walked out of the bathroom stall at the restaurant and looked in the full length mirror. She wasn’t tall by any means, but she wasn’t that short either. The top was small, but in a good way. She thought that Daddy Duke would be pleased to learn that he was right. In fact, the top showcased her ample breasts perfectly. The ties on the shirt dangled down and flirted with her belly button. She turned around and looked back over her shoulder. Her tiny shorts wrapped tightly around the curve of her slim waistline. The shorts had back pockets that lifted up her smooth cheeks and the seam disappeared up the crack just far enough to hint at what was underneath. She had curled her light blond hair and had it pulled up into a scrunchie, so that the layer that was dyed pink was all that showed up the back. She added a rhinestone choker to finish the look. She liked it, but was feeling a little self conscious. She was relieved to see Heather come into the bathroom.

“Damn! You look hot!” she genuinely exclaimed.

“Is it alright?” Amber asked with a worried look on her pretty face.

“Totally! You are going to make bank today! Well not as much as you will when you work your way up to more tables, but still, you look amazing.”

“I’m so nervous! I can’t remember all of the menu items or drinks or how to split the check or…”

“You’ll be fine! Besides you are going to shadow me for the first hour or so anyway and I’ll be here if you need help! You got this!” She gave Amber an encouraging hug and the two of them left the bathroom, Amber with her duffle bag over her shoulder.

When they passed through the kitchen, she could feel Alejandro checking her out as she walked by. She managed to keep a straight face, but smiled broadly when her back was to him. He was too cute, she thought to herself. He wore his black hair on the longer side and pulled back into a bun. His jawline was defined by a slight scruff of a beard, and his smile was irresistible. He spoke almost no English, but had zero problems communicating his appreciation of all the beautiful young ladies he worked with.

Alejandro was from Sinaloa, Mexico and his niece, Rosalee, had gotten him this job when she worked here a couple of months ago. He stayed on after she quit and was currently earning enough money to help his family back home in Mexico. He lived with his brother’s family in a two bedroom apartment with six other people, including his two little nephews.

Heather showed her how to close out her tickets at the end of the shift. Amber was surprised to learn that she had earned sixty dollars in tips.

“Hell that’s nothing,” said Heather, “just wait until you can do a weekend evening shift. You can bank close to two-fifty once you get really good and can take more tables.”

Within the first month that Amber started working for Daddy Duke, it was time for the Sugar Pit’s annual fundraising event for the local women’s shelter in the area. Daddy Duke’s wife, Tammy Lynn, or Mama Duke, as she was affectionately called, headed up the entire function every year. Tammy-Lynn had her fingers in everybody’s business and was driving the whole staff crazy. She was always dressed to the nines, and today was no exception. She wore her finest coral pantsuit, matched with a bright blouse with blue flowers all over it. Tammy-Lynn had a helmet of hair, spray-glued into a big display of curls and highlights. She loved her make-up but, no one ever told her that her foundation was just a shade too orange. She lined her bright pink lips with a red pencil, her eyelashes were starched into long, black, spindly spider’s legs and the blush on her cheeks made anyone talking with her want to reach out with a tissue and blend that shit in. The whole package was wrapped in a heavily scented perfume that overpowered the greasy odor of the kitchen. The poor thing meant well, she was sticky sweet and loved to talk the ear off of anyone who was willing to listen. At the moment, that person was Philippe, a muscular man in his thirties with short hair. Philipe was nodding in agreement to the question she just asked, while he chopped up onions.

“Let the man do his job, Buttercup! Why don’t you help the hostess greet our guests,” Daddy Duke suggested, adding that the media was going to arrive soon.

“Ahdios, Carlos,” Tammy-Lynn said to Philippe and hurried out to the front of the house, adjusting the scarf that was part of her blouse. Philippe and Carlos, the eldest employee, exchanged amused looks, shaking their heads and smiling at the same time.

Daddy Duke was a trophy hunter with a particular obsession for exotically horned animals. He had deer heads and elk skulls, moose antlers, an addax, and a ram, all lining the walls, giving his restaurant a man-cave feel. The place was swarming with people. Families were seated at dark wooden tables. Men lined the bar, sitting on stools with brass tacks on the leather seat covers. Daddy’s Dolls were everywhere, adorning the space like delectable little tastykakes. The local Country radio station had a space set up and was airing live. Two pleasant looking police officers, one male and one female, manned an information booth about women’s protective services. Amber was on appetizer duty and walked over to them with a tray of Chick-n-Bites with three choices of Dippin’ sauce. After the officers thanked her for the sample, she made her way over to the highly decorated table for the women’s shelter representatives. The woman behind the table was talking to a mom holding a baby on her hip, so she offered a Bite to the man who was also there. He wore a sticker that said ‘My Name is Gayle.’

“Hungry?” she asked offering up the buffet on her tray.

“Oh, don’t mind if I do,” he responded politely, pushing back his hair, which looked like a toupee of curls. His thin beard did little to hide the double chin on his oval face.

“So, Amber,” he started, reading her name tag, “How do you like working at the Sugar Pit?

“I love it!” she said enthusiastically.



“I know you have to say that,” he leaned in and lowered his voice a little. “I just want you to know that I have the deepest respect for you,” He reached out and touched her arm.

“Okay,” she said, puzzled.

“Listen,” he said, handing her a pink flyer with a picture of a woman in a yoga pose, holding a dreamcatcher above her head. “We’re having a candlelight rally for women’s empowerment on the 7th. You should come. We are all about celebrating the beauty of the sacred feminine energy.”

“Oh, that sounds great,” she said.

“I’m so sorry that you have to be displayed in this way,” he said sincerely with sad puppy dog eyes. He continued with a hand touching his heart, “I think it is sick that we live in a misogynistic world where men force women to dress in these costumes that are made to objectify your body for the edification of the male gaze.” She noticed that he couldn’t help taking a couple of sneak peeks her cleavage as he spoke. “You should come and bring your friends.”

“I’ll think about it,” she answered uncomfortably and made a quick exit. She turned to leave and felt his eyes on her ass. She thought it was ironic that it took Mr. Feminine Energy to make her feel objectified.

She passed Mama Duke, who was posing for pictures next to a giant thermometer sign posted with the total amount of money raised compared to the target goal for the fundraiser.

She saw that Daddy was filming a clip for publicity. “Come on down to the Sugar Pit today! Twenty percent of all sales will go to help support the women’s shelter,” Daddy Duke proudly stated to the camera man.

***

Amber set out to become one of the best dolls Daddy Duke had ever seen. Over the next couple of months, she became adept at carrying a full tray, and she only had one close call. She learned from that experience when to ask for help. Alejandro was always willing to come out from behind the cook line to help her carry plates of food. She quickly memorized the bar and food items and remembered where to find all of the menu variations on the computer. She was very respectful to the cooks, who were referred to as the backbone of the business by Daddy Duke. She was friendly and bubbly to everyone on the staff, never forgot to tip out the hostess and everyone loved her, from the bouncers to the busboys. Amber learned just the right amount of sugar to pour on the male clientele and had her spiel that she wielded to her customers. The male patrons loved to tip generously to help out the ambitious young woman trying to make a living on her own. It wasn’t long before Daddy was giving her the best shifts. Almost every weekend, it was her, her now good friend Heather, Brandi, a striking, tall blond with a great sense of humor and Lisa, a tough, no-nonsense brunette who wore her bangs very short and had tattoos showing all over her amazing body. Daddy called them the Dream Dolls.

***

It was Friday, at the end of her shift, and Amber was performing her closing duties along with the rest of the crew. She was crouched down on her feet loading a cart with clean plates from the bottom shelf in the dishwashing area. Alejandro came in with a armful of food bins to wash.

“Hola, Alejandro!” she said brightly.

He answered, “Hello, Amber.”

He put the bins through the dishwasher and was waiting for them to come out the other end. She stood up, scooched in beside him and reached above him to get the bowls from the high shelf.

“Excuse me,” she said and stretched up next to him on her tippy toes to grab a large stack of heavy bowls . Alejandro noticed how her back arched and her little butt poked out when she propped her hips against the edge of the sink. Being a gentleman, he decided to help her and carried the bowls over to the rolling cart she was loading up.

“Thank you,” she said, touching his arm.

She rolled the cart away to deliver the dishes to a stack under the stainless steel counter and then returned to collect another batch. She started to load up the cart with more plates.

“Hey!” she said, shocked. Alejandro had squirted her with the powerful stream of water from the industrial nozzle in the sink. She hit him on the shoulder and they both laughed. She didn’t know how to engage him in a conversation, but she wanted to talk to him. She stared into his dark eyes instead and smiled. Alejandro looked at her from behind a lock of hair that had fallen over his eyes. He attempted to ask her a question.

“How many years you have?” he said with a gentle smile on his handsome face.

“Oh, I’m 19. I have 19 anos,” she responded, proud of the little bit of Spanish she remembered from school. “How old are you?” she added, pointing to him and making a nonsensical gesture with her hands.

“Veintidos,” he responded, separating the twenty and the two.

She wrinkled her nose and shook her head and said, “You’re old!” She bent over and held her back to demonstrate how old and he laughed at her teasing.

Not wanting the conversation to stop, she attempted another question. “Where are you from? Donde tu live in Mexico?”

He told her where he was from and she had no idea where Sinaloa was, but she nodded her head like she knew.

“How long have you worked here?” She spread her arms apart on long. “Como long travail aqui?”

“Ten days, no…” he grappled for the right word. “Mes, monts?”

“Ten months?” she offered. He nodded and smiled his brilliant smile.

And then he attempted to add something else, but she didn’t understand.

He brought out his phone and searched his pictures. He showed her a picture of a beautiful girl in a gorgeous gown.

“Oh, is that your girlfriend, married?” she tried to sound neutral.

He laughed and responded, “Me, no marido! Tio.”

“You are her uncle?” she sounded a little too excited.

“Si! Yes, uncle,” he continued, “He work aqui.”

“She worked here?”

“Yes, but no mas,” he explained, shaking his head and waving his hand no.

“She looks like a princess,” she points to her dress, forming a big skirt around her own waist with her hands.

“Quinceanera!” he told her.

Amber remembered that a quinceanera is a coming of age party for girls when they turn fifteen. She looked at the picture again and this time she noticed the time stamp was almost a year ago. “She is very beautiful, bonita.”

She held his eyes indicating that she greatly enjoyed talking with him. His smile told her that he also enjoyed it.

He reached up and gently touched a lock of her hair that was coming loose from the scrunchie.

Without looking away he said, “Bonita.”

That one tingled right between her thighs.

***

On another night, after closing duties were done, the boys, Carlos, Alejandro, Philippe and Daddy Duke were all in the back having a smoke outside in the enclosed yard. There was a locked gate that led to the dumpsters and inside the enclosure, there were two storage buildings where supplies were kept. Currently, they had the door propped open, were sipping beers and sucking on cigars, laughing and listening to music. All the girls came chattering out the door to join the party and suddenly it was like a David Attenborough documentary. All the men visibly changed to become more animated and Daddy Duke sat up a little straighter. Heather and Amber sat down on either side of Alejandro. Brandi and Lisa grabbed a bottle of beer from the cooler and sat down in an empty seat together. Amber stole the cigar out of Alejandro’s mouth and gave it a big puff before coughing the whole bunch of smoke out, causing great joy among the men.

Brandi reached up and rubbed the back of her neck. Philippe mentioned that she looked like she needed a massage. Brandi asked if that was an offer and Phillippe was behind her, massaging her neck in one smooth leap.

Lisa said, “Don’t get too excited, Philippe, you know Brandi only dates black guys.”

“That’s true,” Brandi confirmed.

“Let me dream!” Phillippe bellowed jokingly and the whole bunch of them laughed at that. He continued giving Brandy a most pleasurable massage on her neck and shoulders. She dropped her head, moaned loudly, and let him have at it.

They all chattered about the night’s blunders and shared funny guest stories. It was getting late and Amber announced that she was ready to cash out her tips.

“Come on, Daddy. Time to get up!” She hit him on his knee as she passed him to go back into the office. Daddy Duke made a big show of getting up out of the chair and half limped his way into the office with Amber. He sifted through her tickets and remarked on how well she did in tips.

“Well, I couldn’t have done it without you. I really appreciate the opportunity to work here. I know I didn’t have any experience and you took a chance on me,” she said sincerely.

“I had a feeling about you, little lady. And you proved me right. And I love to be right!” he added a hearty chuckle.

“That’s always a good thing!” She joined him in a polite chuckle of her own.

“Yessiree,” he continued, as he counted out her tips. “I knew you was different from some of these other girls. You’re smart and quick as a whip.”

Amber leaned over to sign the tip ticket and she felt him staring at her bent over the counter. She turned her face up and held his stare, acknowledging the fact that he had been feasting his eyes on her breasts.

She stood up to face him, adjusted the tie on her shirt and said, “You were also right about wearing a size small top.”

“I can see that,” he smiled broadly at her. He took a drag off of his cigar and slowly blew a smoke ring in her direction.

She pushed a finger through the ring. “Now that is a quite a talent,” she remarked.

“Speaking of talent,” he said. “We’re all set to film us another commercial spot and I want you to be in it.”

“Really?” she couldn’t hold her excitement. She had seen Daddy Duke’s commercials before she worked for him. “I’d love that! Thank you … ” She tilted her head and added, “Daddy.” She threw her arms around him and hung from his shoulders while he lifted her up off the ground and held her for a moment in a genuinely affectionate hug.

Things couldn’t be going better for Amber. She struggled when she first moved out of her house when she was eighteen. She was working at a daycare then and making close to nothing. It had been almost impossible to make ends meet and her mother was in no position to help her. Now she was making enough money to live and even managed to save some each month. She loved her job, her co-workers and her boss. She had a little thing going with Alejandro. She was on top of the world and now she was going to be in a commercial!

***

“Gather around people!” Daddy Duke announced to the whole restaurant. He changed the channel on the TV and there, instead of the game, was Reagan Webster, the local news anchor on Channel 7, talking about the cute pooch who was up for adoption that week. There were some “Boos” among the crowd.

“Hold on there, now before y’all go off your rocker! We got a commercial airing in about two seconds and we aim to celebrate it!”

“Free beer!” yelled one of the patrons at the bar and a loud round of applause followed.

The news clip ended and suddenly there was a shot of Ernie, the giant elk mount that was hanging in the entryway. The music in the background sounded vaguely country and the camera zoomed back to show about eight of the girls, all lined up, looking terribly cute and sexy. The crowd let out some howls of approval. There were some shots of large portions of food being delivered to a booth occupied by some happy customers, the signature homemade tortillas in a glass case for sale by the bag, back to the girls holding up tankards of beer, and all the while Daddy Duke was talking about all the fun to be had at his homegrown restaurant. For the finale, Daddy Duke ended with the famous slogan, “Come for the eats…” the camera cut to the line of cuties just in time for them to say in unison, “Stay for the sweets!” This was followed immediately with a close up on Amber, who winked into the camera and delivered a perfect, “Who’s Your Daddy?”

The whole crowd erupted into a roar. All the girls working that night started clapping. Amber held up her hands, hiding the beaming smile that lit up her face.

Daddy Duke instructed some of the girls to go around to everyone and offer free sample sized shots of beer.

Amber made bank that night.

***

One morning, before the Pit opened up for business, Amber walked into work for her shift in a pair of jeans, heeled sandals, and her hair down.

“There you are, darlin’,” said daddy. “Follow me.” He had a clipboard and led Amber behind the cooks line in the kitchen, where the cooks were prepping. She smiled warm greetings to everyone.

“Careful in those shoes now,” he warned. She made an extra effort to step carefully on their way to the storage room. She stayed behind him while he checked the industrial sized bag of flour, that stood almost empty. “We are all set for a shipment this afternoon, doll, but we need some more flour this morning. I’m sending you to Publix to get fifteen bags of flour.” When he said Publix, he pronounced it Pube-Licks to uphold the running joke among the boys. She smiled at the innuendo.

“Sure,” she said casually. She led the way when they walked back through the kitchen. She was watching where she was stepping and was surprised when Daddy shocked her with a hearty smack on her ass, right in front of the cooks.

She opened her mouth with a sharp intake of breath. Son of a bitch, that actually stung, she thought to herself. All the men watched to see what her reaction would be.

After the initial shock, she turned to Daddy and and remarked, “Hey, now I’m doing you a favor. You have to be nice to me.”

“Sorry sweetcheeks, I couldn’t help myself,” he exchanged knowing looks with the men who had stopped what they were doing to join in on the interaction. She noticed that Alejandro did not look up. His lips were held tight in a thin stoic line. She looked at the other men and smiled an obligatory grin in front of her boisterous audience.

***

It was Moose season and every year Daddy looked forward to his week long hunting trip.

“Tammy Lynn will be here to run things,” explained Daddy. “I’ll be gone to Montana for the week and hopefully I’ll catch me a big ol’ moose for the west wall!” He was addressing the whole staff at a morning meeting. “I trust y’all to keep things going, smooth as butter, while I’m gone.” He told them that he was leaving on late Friday night and he’d be back early the next Friday morning.

***

Every third Thursday was a late night for Daddy Duke because on those nights he did inventory and this time he has asked Amber to help him. She didn’t really want to, but It beat doing the deep cleaning that some of the others had to do. She trailed along, carrying a clipboard, as Daddy led the way past Carlos, mentioning to him they were going to do inventory. Carlos nodded to him and craned his head to see who was walking behind him. Daddy led her down the hallway, behind the kitchen and into the industrial storage room. The door was usually propped open, but after she went in, he kicked the door stop away and mumbled something about regulations and keeping the door shut. The heavy door sealed them in and it was very quiet. Amber looked around the dimly lit room and noticed that there were no windows. She felt a little prick of claustrophobia.

“That is a lot of flour!” she remarked, distracting her mind, referring to a stack of flour sacks next to a tall ladder, leading up to a high shelf.



“Yup,” He made his way over to the ladder and held it with one arm. “Alright Amber, why don’t you scoot on up this here ladder and tell me how many cans of beans we got left.”



“I can do that,” she said brightly and walked over to him and handed him the clipboard. He didn’t exactly move out of the way. She knew that Daddy was a big ol’ flirty teddy-bear, and she knew how to handle him. She scooched in beside him and shoved him over a bit with her hip. “Excuse me” she added playfully.

“Careful now, Sweetcheeks. You might just get a spanking,” he said with a leer she had not seen before. She laughed a little nervous giggle and headed up the ladder, very aware that her ass was soon going to be level with his head. He turned his big body to face the ladder and held it with both hands. He watched her toned legs work their way up past his face and his nose was practically up her crotch. She tried to keep her legs closed and to lessen the swing of her hips as she climbed. He kept his head tilted up until she got to the top.

“Okay, you ready?” She clung to the shelf to steady herself, stretched up on her tippy toes and reached to the back of the shelf to move some cans around. “We have one case plus … eleven cans of black beans,” she called down to him. She continued counting cans of corn and tomatoes.

He wrote down all of what she told him and then he reminded her to be careful coming back down.

She was almost to the bottom and Daddy wasn’t moving. She felt a fleeting impulse to kick his face out of the way.

“Now, how am I supposed to get down if you’re holding the ladder?” she said, trying to sound cool.

“I’m just holdin’ the ladder for you. Why don’t you turn around and face front. That aways you won’t fall.”

That didn’t make any fucking sense, she thought and stood there with her ass hanging out, six inches above his upturned face. She turned around and stepped down, holding onto the edges. He boldly reached up and steadied her by wrapping his large hands around her waist and guided her down a rung. Her body was forced forward and her hands landed squarely on his shoulders. Her hair fell down around her small face when she leaned forward to balance herself.

He looked up at her. “Good God, you are an angel,” he declared.

“Aw, Thank you, Daddy,” she answered, not knowing how to respond to that.

His hands almost reached around the whole circumference of her middle and his thumbs were planted right under her ribcage. He had his eyes focused on her braless chest and slipped his thumbs up so they just barely pushed into the plump swell of her breast.



“Daddy?” she said, alarmed that he was crossing a line.

He stepped into her, trapping her against the ladder. “Come on now, little gal. How’s about letting Daddy have a peek. No harm in that.” He nuzzled his face into the side of her face and started kissing her neck. She instinctively shoved her shoulder up, turned her head in and pushed his broad shoulders away from her.

“Daddy, NO!” she barked, as if she was commanding a dog to sit. It didn’t phase him.

He squeezed both her breasts up together and she sucked in a great gulp of air and tried to push his hands off her. He pushed his face into the center of them and she could feel his sideburns brushing against her skin as he quickly nuzzled her cleavage. He stopped molesting her breasts and started kissing his was up to her chin, forcing her head back.

“Daddy! What…?” she stammered.

“I done so much for you, Amber,” he panted, pulling back to look at her. She was looking at him with wide eyed panic, her struggling shoulders scrunched up as far as they would go. He pushed one of his hands deep into her hair and cradled her head and the other hand stroked her face with his thumb. He was breathing heavily into hers and she could smell cigars on his breath. “You can do me this one little favor,” he said and forced his tongue in her mouth, stifling the “No” and turning it into a high pitched protest coming from her throat.

***

Carlos slipped out of the kitchen and wiped his hands on a big white cloth, making eye contact with Philippe, as he made his way to Big Daddy’s office. Of course, as usual, there was no one there, so he slipped in. He eyes went directly to the right hand, bottom corner of the screen of the surveillance monitor. He could see the heels of Amber’s red boots hinged on the back of a ladder rung. She was leaning back against the ladder, locked in a kiss with Daddy Duke. Philippe peeked his head in the office and looked around to see if anyone was coming. Carlos crossed his arms and stood with his feet apart, watching the screen. Philippe leaned back on the counter to watch, half listening for anyone out the door.

***

Daddy pulled his tongue out of Amber’s mouth. “Ain’t that true?” he asked. “I been there for you, haven’t I?”

“Daddy, STOP!”

He yanked her top down to her middle, making her breast jiggle as they popped free. She let out a yelp. He dove in head first. Her head dropped forward and her arms were splayed out, pinned at the elbows of her own shirt. She watched Daddy in stunned horror, licking and slurping, going from one nipple to the other. She let out little involuntary gasps as he sucked on her nipples until they became hard. He moaned at the feel of her nubs in his mouth. He stood up, towering over her and pushed his chest into her body.

“Come on sweet pea, it ain’t so bad. You can do daddy a little favor. How bout it?” He was undoing his belt buckle while he talked and she could hear his zipper come down and suddenly his pants were around his ankles and she could see his member peeking out from under his belly. He started to push her down by her shoulders.

“Please, Daddy, don’t make me do that,” she pleaded with him, not wanting to do the task he set before her.

***

Alejandro looked around the kitchen and found himself alone, cleaning the fryers and got kind of pissed. He went looking for Carlos and Philippe. He saw philippe in the office looking at something as he came down the hall. Philippe looked up and saw him coming. He lunged for the door and got behind it. Alejandro banged on the door half jokingly and asked them what the hell they were doing? He heard Phillipe ask Carlos what to do and Carlos appeared at the door.

“Alejandro, go back to the kitchen,” he said in Spanish.

“Fuck you, what are you guys doing? he responded in Spanish. “Let me in.” Carlos and Philippe exchanged glances, shrugged shoulders and stepped away from the door. Alejandro came in, and jokingly laughed that they were going to be in trouble for being in the office with no one around. They all stood around waiting for Alejandro to notice the monitor.

Alejandro looked around the small room and then looked at the two of them with a questioning look. They looked at the monitor and Alejandro followed their gaze. At first. he didn’t see it and then he squinted at the bottom right panel and moved in a little closer. He saw Daddy Duke standing with his back to the monitor. That was his black hat on the floor and his leather vest. There he was with his pants around his boots and his white ass hanging out. He could see a girl sitting in front of him with her red boots on either side of his legs. He couldn’t see her head but she was holding onto him and they were rocking back and forth together. Alejandro’s jaw dropped and he looked up at the both of them with “Holy Shit” written all over his face.

***

Daddy had his shirt and vest pulled up over his gut and he held a fistfull of her hair at the top of her head. He watched her lips spread over his penis as he made it disappear into her flushed face. She held her eyes shut tight and hung onto his wrists. He shifted his body slightly to open it up to the camera.

***

When Daddy moved, Alejandro saw that it was Amber and his jaw hit the floor. He clutched his chest and struggled to catch his next breath. He couldn’t hide his shock from the other two. Carlos shook his head, but Philippe slapped him on the back and let out a hearty laugh. Alejandro quickly stuffed his heartbreak down and smiling, punched Philippe back. He then turned back to the monitor. He watched it for an obligatory second, and then turned around, a fake smile pasted on his face, and walked out of the office.

***

“Grab it,” Daddy commanded. She brought both her fists up and wrapped them around his hardened penis. She noticed that it was not that big, as if it wasn’t fully erect and it had a slight curve to it, which was not something she ever wanted to know. She used her hands to hold him back, but he kept trying to push into her mouth further and further. She pushed and squeezed hard, trying to keep him at a distance and he responded by swatting one of her hands away.

“Git it in there, he argued with her.

Every time she got close to the base of his penis, his large gut smashed against her eye, pushing it painfully to the side and his profuse sweating was making it sting. He was grunting and moaning so voraciously, she thought he might collapse of a heart attack or something. He pushed in a little too far and she pulled away, gagging.

“Git on up here, Sweetpea,” he demanded and pulled her up. Her back caught one of the ladder rungs. He pushed his body into her and feverishly started fumbling around, trying to unbutton her shorts. Her panic doubled and she tried slapping his hands away.



“Now, now sugar, don’t fight with Daddy. That’s not being a good girl.”

He pulled her shorts down, exposing her pink thong and turned her around by her shoulders, making her step out of her shorts. He patted his hand behind her knee and lifted her leg up and placed it on the next rung up.

“Step up, sugar,” he instructed and pushed his belly against her bare bottom until she stepped up. She grasped the ladder with both her hands and he grasped two fistfulls of ass and massaged her cheeks vigorously.

She couldn’t believe this was happening and she felt tears well up in her eyes. He hooked his fingers under the crotch of her panties, brushing the top of his hand against her bare pussy, and pulled her G-string to the side. With a grunt, he entered her from behind. She cried out from the sudden invasion and arched her back to make the entry a little less painful.

***

Carlos and Philippe watched in silence, eyes transfixed on the screen. The grainy screen showed Daddy pumping his hips up and back at a steady pace. His arms were under her torso, gripping both her shoulders, pulling her into him with each fast paced thrust. Amber held onto the sides of the ladder with tight fists. She had her back arched and her face up, eyes shut tight, mouth open, and an intense grimace twisted her delicate features.

***

The only sounds now were his low grunting, her high pitched squeals, the rhythmic slapping sounds of their bodies coming together, deep moans and heavy breathing from Daddy as he vigorously fucked Amber.

Daddy was close to letting go. He thrust into her steadily, concentrating on coming. Suddenly, he pulled out, leaned into her backside and spurted a load of hot cum all over the small of her back. She let out a disgusted groan. He shuddered and spat out something unintelligible. He backed up reaching out to steady himself on the stack of flour sacks. He pulled out a red handkerchief from his vest pocket and wiped his forehead, leaning back until his breathing slowed down.

She stayed put, her bottom naked and her breasts exposed and her shirt stretched around her middle, afraid that if she moved, the cum would drip down her sides. She held onto the rungs of the ladder keeping her back arched. She was breathing heavily and her head was dizzy.

“My, my, my, you’ve got a great ass!” he complimented her. She could hear him pulling up his trousers and the jangle of his belt as he buckled it. He tucked in his shirt and and returned his black hat to his head. He folded the handkerchief and draped it on a ladder rung next to her face.

“Go on and get yourself all cleaned up and put back together. When you’re ready, come on up to the office and we’ll get your checks all cashed out.” He playfully swatted her on her bare butt, “That was incredible, darlin’.”

As he left, he looked into the camera and tipped his black hat.

***

When they saw Daddy tip his hat, Philippe and Carlos scurried out of the office.

***

She stood at the ladder, not ever looking at him and didn’t move until she heard the giant steel door latch behind him. With a shaky hand, she used the bandana to wipe the cum off her lower back and cringed at the cold, sticky wetness of it. She stepped down off the ladder in her boots and found her shorts splayed out on the concrete floor. Slowly, she bent over to pick them up and gingerly stepped into the legs. She pulled the fly together so she could zip them up, careful of her sore vagina. She pulled the sleeves of her top up and over her breasts, adjusting them in the wrinkled fabric. She shivered and wished for more clothes. She stood, stunned, in the silent room for a while, listening to the motor of the air filtration system. The fear that he would come looking for her motivated her to sneak out the heavy door and creep down the hallway. No one was in the kitchen. She quickly went to the front, where she kept her purse, and without hesitation, snuck out the side door.

***

She took a long hot shower when she got home. It helped a little bit, but not much. She laid under her covers in her fluffy white robe and a towel wrapped around her wet head, her mind racing. She thought of all the flirty exchanges between her and Daddy and was pained at how flaunty she had been with him. ~He was just a man after all. He couldn’t help himself.~ She threw the covers back and stomped to the bathroom. She tipped her head upside down, letting the towel fall to her feet and blow dried her hair. The warm air felt comforting on her head. She couldn’t figure out why she had found it so unfathomable to fight harder. If she had refused, he would have stopped thinking of her as sexy and stopped helping her be successful? That seemed really unimportant now. Because if she had refused, it would have embarrassed him? If she had screamed, she would have exposed him. Was she trying to protect him or was she protecting herself? Once her hair was dry, she crawled back into bed and propped herself up against the pillows. She stared at a picture of a younger self on her dresser, wondering at what point her tolerance of him became consent. Was it her flirty exchange in the storage room? When she let him slap her ass? Was it the day she was hired? She didn’t want to lose everything she had worked so hard for, but she was forced to lose it all now. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She got out of bed and paced her apartment a few times. He certainly didn’t have a problem putting her well being at risk. Did he consider what would become of her afterwards? No, he did not. She padded back to bed and belly flopped onto the comforter. How could she have stopped it? She turned the whole scene in her head over and over, willing reality to change. She rolled over onto her back and pounded her fists into the bed on either side of her. In the replay in her mind, she screamed bloody murder. She punched, bit, kicked, ran. Anything but what she actually did. She shuddered and cried in her darkened room. She pulled the pillow over her face and screamed.

In the morning she put in sick for the day. She just couldn’t face him.

***

“Good morning sunshine!” said Tammy-Lynn brightly when she saw Amber come into work on Saturday. “How are you feeling? All better? I hope so!” She gave Amber a warm hug and off she went to take care of the front of the house. She was grateful that Daddy Duke was gone, because she didn’t know what she would have said to him. She was still shaky, but she told herself she wasn’t going to let him win. Never again would that happen.

She was getting her things put away, when Alejandro walked by. She looked at him and forced a perky, “Hola!” He looked directly at her and then looked away and kept walking past her. She remembered how Daddy had smacked her on the ass and how Alejandro looked when that happened. Her face became flushed and she forced herself not to cry. Maybe she was imagining it.

Working it up for the customers was hard that afternoon, and she was glad that it was slow. She could not shake her concern over Alejandro. She tried to approach him again in the dishwashing area and he completely ignored her. She was definitely not imagining it. She was beside herself with worry and couldn’t help approaching him at the end of her eight hour shift. He was on the empty side of the restaurant in a small, two person booth, by himself, working on a burger and fries.

She sat down in the seat opposite him and looked up at him with her big, blue eyes.

“Alejandro?” she asked timidly.

He looked at her and then purposely returned his attention back to his food.

“You’re enfado? Angry?” she asked. He stared at his food and dropped a french fry back into the basket.

“Si,” he finally whispered.

“Porque?” she asked why.

His face was tight and he aggressively wiped a tear from his eye. He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, “I see you.”

Her heart sped up. “What do you mean?”

“You and Daddy Duke,” he spat out, making a face when he mentioned his name.

She stared at him while his words sunk in stinging her brain. She looked away from him, and hot tears that seemed to be brimming all day came spilling out. She knew then that it was over with Alejandro and her defeat was complete. She couldn’t deny it, but she remembered that Daddy had locked the door to the storage room and was confused.

“How? No comprende,” she felt her face turning red.

“Come wit me,” he led her to the office and pointed to the right bottom corner of the surveillance monitor. “Aqui, here,” he said. She squinted and could see a ladder and a stack of flour sacks in a darkened room. Instantly, the scene that took place there flashed through her mind. She stood, dumbfounded, looking at the screen, feeling like a little girl who had wet herself at camp. The humiliation was hard to take. She looked at him with tears in her eyes and just shook her head. How could she tell him that it was a mistake? She ran out of the restaurant with her hand over her mouth.

She was in her car, crying with her head leaned back on the seat, her face all pinched up in a pained frown, when Alejandro knocked on the window and gestured for her to let him in. She leaned over and unlocked the door on the passenger side. He climbed in and she could see the sympathy in his eyes. She wiped her teary face with a tissue.

“Carlos say to me, mira,” he said with a look of pain. Her mouth dropped open.

“Carlos told you to look?” she was mortified that Carlos had seen it, too. She pursed her lips tight and stared at the steering wheel, trying to take it all in. Then a terrible thought occurred to her.

“Philippe, too?” she asked. He nodded his head. “Son of a bitch!” She punched the dashboard. She shot him a shitty look and stared at him. He kept his face forward looking out the front windshield. Finally, she looked away, and shook her head with her hand over her mouth.

Alejandro stayed quiet for a moment and then he added, “Carlos say to me he have more girls. Mucho, mucho more.” She whipped her head around to face him again.

“What?” she spit out, confused.

“He have a... caja,” he said, making the shape of a box. “He have it officina.”

“He has a box in his office?”

“Yes,” he told her.

“Of girls?” she clarified, flabbergasted.

“Si,” he looked straight ahead.

Hot blood surged through the veins on her forehead. She crossed her arms and anxiously squeezed her pursed lips with her hand, while she desperately thought of what to do.

“Oh hell, no!” she finally said to no one. “Wait here,” she told him and slammed the car door, heading back into the restaurant. Alejandro looked back and saw her storming into the restaurant. He heard her shout, “Son of a mother fucking bitch!”

She snuck in through the take out entrance and slipped undetected into the office. Tammy-lynn was at the computer. Shit Fire! FUCK ME!

“I just need to check my... um , if there is another shirt I can have. This one is getting kind of worn.” she lied.

“Of course, honeybug. You just go on ahead and take what you need,” she said.

Brandi peeked around the corner and said Table Seven had a complaint for the manager.

“Oh Lord! I’m on my way!” she said as they both left Amber alone in the office. She quickly started hunting through the drawers and cabinets, pushing aside boxes of unclaimed sunglasses and a myriad of t-shirts of uniforms past. She saw a wooden box in the very back bottom corner of the cabinet, closest to Daddy Dukes swivel chair. She could hear Tammy Lynn’s loud voice as she was returning to the office. Amber quickly grabbed the box, wrapped it up in a t-shirt and promptly exited the office.

She passed Tammy-Lynn with it hidden under her arm and sang out, “Thank you! I’ll see you tomorrow!” She briskly walked back out the same way she came in, her heart pounding, and got back into her car. Alejandro was still there and he looked around nervously to see if anyone had seen her. With her heart racing, she drove them both back to her apartment.

***

Two half empty bottles of beer stood tall on Amber’s kitchen table, condensation forming on the glass. A wooden box with a broken lock was laid open on the living room coffee table and Amber sat next to Alejandro on the couch, rummaging inside the box, through a pile of thumb drives. Each one had a name on it and it wasn’t long before Amber had found her thumb drive. A strange sound escaped her throat when she saw it. She snatched it up and held it tightly in her fist.

“Holy shit,” said Amber, running her finger through the pile. She picked one up and searched it for a name. It said Holly. “I think we need to check to be sure what is on these drives.” Alejandro agreed and she got her laptop from the bedroom. She sat down next to him so they could both see the screen. She took a deep breath and inserted the drive. Her heart started to race as it loaded. Suddenly, there was Holly, carrying a clipboard into the storage room. Amber’s mouth went dry. She assumed that Holly’s long hair was red, judging from her pale skin and freckles. Daddy Duke’s black hat entered the screen. Amber let out a little breathy snort when she saw him, and scrolled forward a bit through a series of shots. She stopped scrolling and the screen showed Holly pinned back against the ladder. Daddy had heaved her giant breasts up and was swiveling his hips between them, vigorously fucking her boobs. A hot rush of embarrassment shot through her body and she quickly scrolled forward a bit. When she stopped, Holly was bent over with her arms through the rungs of the ladder, her curvy ass displaying red lines across one cheek and Daddy stood naked from the waist down with his belt in one hand, the other on the small of her back. She exited the screen and the two of them were left to sit in an awkward silence. She reached into the box and pulled out a drive with the name Keisha on it. Up she popped onto the screen, smiling and saying something, holding a clipboard. Amber made a tsk sound and scrolled forward. In the next shot, the girl’s face was not visible. All that could be seen were long brown legs bent over the sacks of flour and Daddy’s man hands holding her perfect butt as he pounded away. Amber hit exit; she had seen enough. She looked at all the drives in the box and thought of each girl whom he had caught on film. She started to sift through the names. She saw, Aiko, Jasmine, Melissa, Danna, and started to line them up along the edge of the coffee table. She pulled out another one and stopped to read the name again. She grabbed Alejandro’s arm. She showed him the name and he read it out loud with a pained look on his face. “Rosalee,” he crushed it in his fist and stood up, walked across the room, and propped his arm up against the wall. He pounded the wall with his fist and screamed,“Pinche Pendejo!” which she knew meant mother fucker in Spanish.

Amber was speechless. She pictured Rosalee in her beautiful dress and imagined Duke slobbering all over her in the dark storage room. She stopped short.

“Alejandro, how old was Rosalee when she worked for Daddy Duke? Anos?”

“She say she eighteen,” he said.

“But she just had her Quinceanera not too long ago. Let me see that picture.”

He pulled it up on his phone and the date was from two years ago.

“Holy shit, Alejandro! That means she was sixteen! She was pequeno nina.” She shows little with her hand.

“She es joven, Si,” he agreed that she was young.

“Alejandro, that’s illegal!”

He panicked at the word illegal and said, “I don want problema for Rosalee!” not wanting to get her in trouble.

“We should go to the police!” Amber piped up.

“No policia,” he answered and looked at her with a worried look. She knew he feared getting deported.

Amber doesn’t altogether trust that the cops wouldn’t protect Daddy Duke. They needed a better way. The news was on and while she thought about what to do, she could hear the nasal voice of the newscaster droning on about how elderly Ms. Jenkins was swindled out of $1,000 dollars from a company claiming to be the department of social security. She flipped the thumb drive with her name on it around in the palm of her hand. She placed it carefully back into the box. She started to load up the box with all the other drives and said, “I think I have an idea.”

***

This is Reagan Webster, Channel 7 Investigative Reports on WKLEye on You. This morning I am reporting on Logan Parish, better known as Daddy Duke, owner of Big Daddy Duke’s Sugar Pit. Daddy Duke is an outspoken philanthropist, who has made significant donations to the women’s shelter and is an advocate of women’s rights. He has been accused of having sexual relations with many of his female employees, at least one of whom has been identified as having been 16 years old at the time. We are here at the airport waiting for Daddy Duke to return home from a hunting trip. Here he comes, now. Daddy Duke!”

Daddy Duke smiles brightly and he willingly comes over, genuinely surprised and pleased that the media is there for his return.

“How was your trip Daddy Duke?”

“Well little lady, it was downright exciting! Got me another head to put in my restaurant.” Then he looked directly into the camera, tipped his black hat and said, “Come on down to Big Daddy’s Duke’s Sugar Pit, where you come for the eats and stay for the sweets!”

“Sir, we have tapes of you engaging in sexual situations with seventeen of your employees, including one sixteen year old minor. His jaw dropped and he snorted his surprise, but he didn’t respond. The camera captured his stunned expression before he could recover.

“Excuse me,” he finally said and tried to push his way past the lovely Reagan Webster. “What do you have to say about that sir?” she pushed.

She followed him and asked again about the accusations. The cameraman stayed close behind.

He held his hands up in a feeble attempt to hide.

“I’m a married man!” he bellowed.

“Sir, that’s not what we asked you. What do you have to say to the women accusing you?”

“I take good care of my girls! They got no reason to turn on me!”

“So you are saying it was consensual?” she called after him.

“No comment!” He threw back over his shoulder.

She was jogging to keep up with his brisk pace. “And what about the sixteen year old?”

“I don’t hire no one under eighteen.”

“Sir, we have proof. Did you know the girl was sixteen?

“Which girl?” He was sweating profusely.

“Are you admitting you had inappropriate sexual relations with a minor?”

“No comment!” he holds up his jacket to block the camera.

He stepped onto the motorized walkway and managed to speed past Reagan and her crew, who got stuck walking up the steps.

He made it to his limo that waiting for him at the airport. The driver was loading up his luggage from baggage claim.

“Hurry up. We’ve got to hightail it out of here!”

Regan and the camera crew made it out of the airport just as his limo was pulling away.

She turned to face the camera.

“This is Reagan Webster reporting live, exclusively for Channel 7, Investigative Reports, WKLEye on You. There you have it. The first reaction from Big Daddy Duke on the Sugar Pit Sex Scandal. Considering the impropriety surrounding these allegations, it begs the question, Who’s your Daddy, indeed?” The camera zoomed in to capture Reagan's famous raised eyebrow and sarcastic half smile. “Back to you, Jim.”

The Sugar Pit Sex Scandal was all over the news for quite some time.

“Formal charges have been filed against Big Daddy Duke … ” -Channel 2, Five o’clock evening news.

“Several former female employees of Big Daddy Dukes Sugar Pit have come forward, confirming the allegations against Logan Parish, aka Big Daddy Duke … ” -Channel 7, WKLEye on You investigative reports.

“Big Daddy’s Trial starts today in El Rio county court. The prosecutors have reason to believe that the sixteen year old minor is an immigrant from Mexico … ” Good Morning Texas - Sunday Morning Edition.

“Daddy Duke’s Attorneys claim that all contact was consensual … ” Channel 9 News.

“Big Daddy Duke, as he calls himself, has been sentenced to five years in prison with no possibility of parole…” -Watch on America, Paul Janey.

“As of today, there are five former employees who have filed civil suits against Logan Parish …” - PBS, Let’s Talk About It

***

All the staff was gathered for a morning meeting and Tammy Lynn cleared her throat. “Now y’all know it’s been a difficult month and it it ain’t over yet. Y’all’s been too kind during this whole...catastrophe, and I want to thank each and everyone of y’all for coming together and keeping this place goin. Folks, I don’t have to tell ya that business is booming. There is a little silver lining to the storm, I reckon, and I want to share some upcoming changes I’ve taken the liberty to make. First of all, y’alls getting health coverage. I’m also partnering up with the scholarship program at the university and we’ll be offering tuition packages if any of y’all want to head on back to school. I’m also raising the hourly wage to a decent amount and will be offering paid time off for any employee who’s been here for at least 6 months and…,” she paused for a moment, “from now on, the weekend shifts will be given on a rotation.” Some of the girls applauded at this and it started a chain reaction. Tammy-Lynn was beaming while she listened to the hoots of approval.

***

“I’m nervous,” Amber admitted to Alejandro, sitting in the car. Outside there was a party going on. A big party, with most of Alejandro’s family in attendance.

“Don’t be!” he reassured her.

She stepped out of the car and a tanned leg peeked through the side slit of her white floral sundress. She wore simple, feminine sandals with tiny jewels that caught the sun. He wore round, silver mirrored sunglasses, a grey button down tucked into his jeans and a pair of black and red cowboy boots.

In the backyard, there was a stage set up and a seven piece Mariachi band was blaring live music for a large crowd of people. Many of the guests were dancing, including a group of cute little girls and boys who were coiffed and primped in their fanciest outfits.



Alejandro approached a group of older men leaning against the wall, all of whom wore cowboy hats and boots. Hugs and greetings were exchanged and then he reached his arm back to Amber and introduced her. She warmly said, “Hola,” and they all shook hands amidst smiles and nods. “Nice to meet you,” she called back as he led her by the hand to a group of women, who were fussing over the food on a large table, spread with a vast array of colorful and delicious looking dishes. She recognized one young woman. She stood about four inches taller than she actually was because she wore a pair of chunky tan sandals with straps that wrapped up her ankles. She wore a cute black jumper with a halter style top and had curled her straight black hair, that was parted in the middle, into long ropey ringlets. She wore dramatic eyelashes that accentuated her perfectly winged liner. Her full lips were blushed with a nude lipstick and her smile was just as dazzling as Alejandro’s. He slipped up behind her, put a hand on her waist and whispered something in her ear. She turned her head and looked at Amber. She had been cutting a cake with thick frosting on it, so she delicately wiped her fingers, with long black and white acrylic nails, on a napkin and set the knife down. When she looked up, she and Amber locked eyes and her and Alejandro walked over to where Amber stood.

“Amber, this es Rosalee.”

The two women held each other hands and faced one another and both immediately started to tear up.

“Thank you,” Rosalee whispered and they fell into an embrace. “Thank you, so much.” When they unlocked, they each started to apologized at the same time for crying, wiping their tears away with careful pats, trying not to ruin the makeup. They both burst out laughing together.

Alejandro gave Amber’s hand a gentle squeeze and shouted out “Comamos!” which Amber knew meant, “Lets eat!”

The end

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Texas Two Step

Amber was careful to stay against the wall as Heather walked her through the kitchen area, prattling off instructions. The servers were chattering and sifting through the hot plates of food that were sitting on the stainless steel counter, and referring to the screen that displayed their orders. One impressive young lady expertly zoomed past them with a giant tray topped with several sizzling platters, precariously perched on her shoulders, shouting “corner” as she rounded into the dining area, her cute booty peeking out of her shorts. Amber could hear the radio behind the cook’s line blaring a Latin beat, and even though the lyrics were in Spanish, she interpreted that the male singer was clearly excited about the fetching features of a little mamacita. All of the servers were wearing the trademark red cowboy type boots, which she later learned were actually OSHA approved. The girls were decked out in very short jeans shorts and black, low-cut, bikini crop tops with the company logo on the front and “Who’s your Daddy?” written on the back. Some of the girls wore their hair in two high buns twirled with colorful ribbons, or one perky ponytail, or short bobs with bangs. They hadn’t issued Amber her uniform yet, but she couldn’t wait to try it on. She was thrilled to be the newest member of Big Daddy Duke’s Sugar Pit, ‘where you come for the eats, but stay for the sweets!’ She was also nervous as fuck. It was her first restaurant job, all eyes were on her, and she had no idea what the hell she was doing. She heard a cat-call whistle coming from one of the cooks behind the food counter.

“Oh yeah, and ignore the cooks,” Heather added as they edged towards the end of the narrow galley of the kitchen. Too late, Amber had already made eye contact with the handsome young Hispanic man who was preparing avocados as they walked by. Was he the one who whistled? She couldn’t tell. She gathered that his name was Alejandro from his name tag. He smiled and she quickly looked away.

They paraded past the hubbub, heading to the small office in the back.

“She’s all ready for the welcome videos!” said Heather, the young woman who had been assigned to train Amber. Heather had beautiful long legs and jet black hair with fringy bangs. The manager, Daddy Duke himself, was a large man. His belly stretched the snaps of his western style shirt, which he wore tucked under a turquoise and silver belt buckle. He had on a vest and a bolo tie that matched his belt. On his large hands were several expensive rings and an oversized watch stretched around his muscular, tanned wrist. His white hair and bushy sideburns were visible beneath his black cowboy hat, and he chewed on a toothpick in the corner of his mouth. He was as pleased as punch with Heather and told her how much he appreciated her as a knowledgeable employee.

“Make sure she signs off when she’s finished watchin‘em,” he added before turning to face Amber. “And let’s get this little gal her duds! Let me see.” He leaned back in his swivel seat and crossed his arms across his barrel of a chest. Amber twirled around, offering herself up for inspection. After a moment of scrutinizing her, he took the toothpick out of his mouth and declared that she needed a size small.

“You let me know if the top is too small.” He paused and furrowed his brow. “It looks like it could be, but that might not be a bad thing, ” he added with a wink. “You’ll have to order your own boots. The link is on the employee page.”

“Thank you, ah, is it Mr. Duke?” Amber asked respectfully.

“Daddy Duke, little miss, or you can just call me Daddy,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.



While Heather and Daddy Duke discussed which episodes she was required to see, Amber looked around the office and noticed that there were several areas of the restaurant visible on the split screen of a surveillance monitor.

She followed Heather back to another room where she was supposed to watch the training videos. Heather kindly brought Amber a Coke and a complimentary plate of mac’n’cheese bites and left her to learn about what it meant to be one of Daddy Duke’s Dolls.

It had taken nearly a week to finish her training, learn the computer and to complete the practice sessions and by the time she was ready for her first shift, her fantastic red boots had come. She walked out of the bathroom stall at the restaurant and looked in the full length mirror. She wasn’t tall by any means, but she wasn’t that short either. The top was small, but in a good way. She thought that Daddy Duke would be pleased to learn that he was right. In fact, the top showcased her ample breasts perfectly. The ties on the shirt dangled down and flirted with her belly button. She turned around and looked back over her shoulder. Her tiny shorts wrapped tightly around the curve of her slim waistline. The shorts had back pockets that lifted up her smooth cheeks and the seam disappeared up the crack just far enough to hint at what was underneath. She had curled her light blond hair and had it pulled up into a scrunchie, so that the layer that was dyed pink was all that showed up the back. She added a rhinestone choker to finish the look. She liked it, but was feeling a little self conscious. She was relieved to see Heather come into the bathroom.

“Damn! You look hot!” she genuinely exclaimed.

“Is it alright?” Amber asked with a worried look on her pretty face.

“Totally! You are going to make bank today! Well not as much as you will when you work your way up to more tables, but still, you look amazing.”

“I’m so nervous! I can’t remember all of the menu items or drinks or how to split the check or…”

“You’ll be fine! Besides you are going to shadow me for the first hour or so anyway and I’ll be here if you need help! You got this!” She gave Amber an encouraging hug and the two of them left the bathroom, Amber with her duffle bag over her shoulder.

When they passed through the kitchen, she could feel Alejandro checking her out as she walked by. She managed to keep a straight face, but smiled broadly when her back was to him. He was too cute, she thought to herself. He wore his black hair on the longer side and pulled back into a bun. His jawline was defined by a slight scruff of a beard, and his smile was irresistible. He spoke almost no English, but had zero problems communicating his appreciation of all the beautiful young ladies he worked with.

Alejandro was from Sinaloa, Mexico and his niece, Rosalee, had gotten him this job when she worked here a couple of months ago. He stayed on after she quit and was currently earning enough money to help his family back home in Mexico. He lived with his brother’s family in a two bedroom apartment with six other people, including his two little nephews.

Heather showed her how to close out her tickets at the end of the shift. Amber was surprised to learn that she had earned sixty dollars in tips.

“Hell that’s nothing,” said Heather, “just wait until you can do a weekend evening shift. You can bank close to two-fifty once you get really good and can take more tables.”

Within the first month that Amber started working for Daddy Duke, it was time for the Sugar Pit’s annual fundraising event for the local women’s shelter in the area. Daddy Duke’s wife, Tammy Lynn, or Mama Duke, as she was affectionately called, headed up the entire function every year. Tammy-Lynn had her fingers in everybody’s business and was driving the whole staff crazy. She was always dressed to the nines, and today was no exception. She wore her finest coral pantsuit, matched with a bright blouse with blue flowers all over it. Tammy-Lynn had a helmet of hair, spray-glued into a big display of curls and highlights. She loved her make-up but, no one ever told her that her foundation was just a shade too orange. She lined her bright pink lips with a red pencil, her eyelashes were starched into long, black, spindly spider’s legs and the blush on her cheeks made anyone talking with her want to reach out with a tissue and blend that shit in. The whole package was wrapped in a heavily scented perfume that overpowered the greasy odor of the kitchen. The poor thing meant well, she was sticky sweet and loved to talk the ear off of anyone who was willing to listen. At the moment, that person was Philippe, a muscular man in his thirties with short hair. Philippe was nodding in agreement to the question she just asked, while he chopped up onions.

“Let the man do his job, Buttercup! Why don’t you help the hostess greet our guests,” Daddy Duke suggested, adding that the media was going to arrive soon.

“Ahdios, Carlos,” Tammy-Lynn said to Philippe and hurried out to the front of the house, adjusting the scarf that was part of her blouse. Philippe and Carlos, the eldest employee, exchanged amused looks, shaking their heads and smiling at the same time.

Daddy Duke was a trophy hunter with a particular obsession for exotically horned animals. He had deer heads and elk skulls, moose antlers, an addax, and a ram, all lining the walls, giving his restaurant a man-cave feel. The place was swarming with people. Families were seated at dark wooden tables. Men lined the bar, sitting on stools with brass tacks on the leather seat covers. Daddy’s Dolls were everywhere, adorning the space like delectable little tastykakes. The local Country radio station had a space set up and was airing live. Two pleasant looking police officers, one male and one female, manned an information booth about women’s protective services. Amber was on appetizer duty and walked over to them with a tray of Chick-n-Bites with three choices of Dippin’ sauce. After the officers thanked her for the sample, she made her way over to the highly decorated table for the women’s shelter representatives. The woman behind the table was talking to a mom holding a baby on her hip, so she offered a Bite to the man who was also there. He wore a sticker that said ‘My Name is Gayle.’

“Hungry?” she asked offering up the buffet on her tray.

“Oh, don’t mind if I do,” he responded politely, pushing back his hair, which looked like a toupee of curls. His thin beard did little to hide the double chin on his oval face.

“So, Amber,” he started, reading her name tag, “How do you like working at the Sugar Pit?

“I love it!” she said enthusiastically.



“I know you have to say that,” he leaned in and lowered his voice a little. “I just want you to know that I have the deepest respect for you,” He reached out and touched her arm.

“Okay,” she said, puzzled.

“Listen,” he said, handing her a pink flyer with a picture of a woman in a yoga pose, holding a dream catcher above her head. “We’re having a candlelight rally for women’s empowerment on the 7th. You should come. We are all about celebrating the beauty of the sacred feminine energy.”

“Oh, that sounds great,” she said.

“I’m so sorry that you have to be displayed in this way,” he said sincerely with sad puppy dog eyes. He continued with a hand touching his heart, “I think it is sick that we live in a misogynistic world where men force women to dress in these costumes that are made to objectify your body for the edification of the male gaze.” She noticed that he couldn’t help taking a couple of sneak peeks her cleavage as he spoke. “You should come and bring your friends.”

“I’ll think about it,” she answered uncomfortably and made a quick exit. She turned to leave and felt his eyes on her ass. She thought it was ironic that it took Mr. Feminine Energy to make her feel objectified.

She passed Mama Duke, who was posing for pictures next to a giant thermometer sign posted with the total amount of money raised compared to the target goal for the fundraiser.

She saw that Daddy was filming a clip for publicity. “Come on down to the Sugar Pit today! Twenty percent of all sales will go to help support the women’s shelter,” Daddy Duke proudly stated to the camera man.

***

Amber set out to become one of the best dolls Daddy Duke had ever seen. Over the next couple of months, she became adept at carrying a full tray, and she only had one close call. She learned from that experience when to ask for help. Alejandro was always willing to come out from behind the cook line to help her carry plates of food. She quickly memorized the bar and food items and remembered where to find all of the menu variations on the computer. She was very respectful to the cooks, who were referred to as the backbone of the business by Daddy Duke. She was friendly and bubbly to everyone on the staff, never forgot to tip out the hostess and everyone loved her, from the bouncers to the busboys. Amber learned just the right amount of sugar to pour on the male clientele and had her spiel that she wielded to her customers. The male patrons loved to tip generously to help out the ambitious young woman trying to make a living on her own. It wasn’t long before Daddy was giving her the best shifts. Almost every weekend, it was her, her now good friend Heather, Brandi, a striking, tall blond with a great sense of humor and Lisa, a tough, no-nonsense brunette who wore her bangs very short and had tattoos showing all over her amazing body. Daddy called them the Dream Dolls.

***

It was Friday, at the end of her shift, and Amber was performing her closing duties along with the rest of the crew. She was crouched down on her feet loading a cart with clean plates from the bottom shelf in the dish washing area. Alejandro came in with a armful of food bins to wash.

“Hola, Alejandro!” she said brightly.

He answered, “Hello, Amber.”

He put the bins through the dishwasher and was waiting for them to come out the other end. She stood up, scooched in beside him and reached above him to get the bowls from the high shelf.

“Excuse me,” she said and stretched up next to him on her tippy toes to grab a large stack of heavy bowls . Alejandro noticed how her back arched and her little butt poked out when she propped her hips against the edge of the sink. Being a gentleman, he decided to help her and carried the bowls over to the rolling cart she was loading up.

“Thank you,” she said, touching his arm.

She rolled the cart away to deliver the dishes to a stack under the stainless steel counter and then returned to collect another batch. She started to load up the cart with more plates.

“Hey!” she said, shocked. Alejandro had squirted her with the powerful stream of water from the industrial nozzle in the sink. She hit him on the shoulder and they both laughed. She didn’t know how to engage him in a conversation, but she wanted to talk to him. She stared into his dark eyes instead and smiled. Alejandro looked at her from behind a lock of hair that had fallen over his eyes. He attempted to ask her a question.

“How many years you have?” he said with a gentle smile on his handsome face.

“Oh, I’m 19. I have 19 anos,” she responded, proud of the little bit of Spanish she remembered from school. “How old are you?” she added, pointing to him and making a nonsensical gesture with her hands.

“Veintidos,” he responded, separating the twenty and the two.

She wrinkled her nose and shook her head and said, “You’re old!” She bent over and held her back to demonstrate how old and he laughed at her teasing.

Not wanting the conversation to stop, she attempted another question. “Where are you from? Donde tu live in Mexico?”

He told her where he was from and she had no idea where Sinaloa was, but she nodded her head like she knew.

“How long have you worked here?” She spread her arms apart on long. “Como long travail aqui?”

“Ten days, no…” he grappled for the right word. “Mes, monts?”

“Ten months?” she offered. He nodded and smiled his brilliant smile.

And then he attempted to add something else, but she didn’t understand.

He brought out his phone and searched his pictures. He showed her a picture of a beautiful girl in a gorgeous gown.

“Oh, is that your girlfriend, married?” she tried to sound neutral.

He laughed and responded, “Me, no marido! Tio.”

“You are her uncle?” she sounded a little too excited.

“Si! Yes, uncle,” he continued, “He work aqui.”

“She worked here?”

“Yes, but no mas,” he explained, shaking his head and waving his hand no.

“She looks like a princess,” she points to her dress, forming a big skirt around her own waist with her hands.

“Quinceanera!” he told her.

Amber remembered that a Quinceanera is a coming of age party for girls when they turn fifteen. She looked at the picture again and this time she noticed the time stamp was almost a year ago. “She is very beautiful, bonita.”

She held his eyes indicating that she greatly enjoyed talking with him. His smile told her that he also enjoyed it.

He reached up and gently touched a lock of her hair that was coming loose from the scrunchie.

Without looking away he said, “Bonita.”

That one tingled right between her thighs.

***

On another night, after closing duties were done, the boys, Carlos, Alejandro, Philippe and Daddy Duke were all in the back having a smoke outside in the enclosed yard. There was a locked gate that led to the dumpsters and inside the enclosure, there were two storage buildings where supplies were kept. Currently, they had the door propped open, were sipping beers and sucking on cigars, laughing and listening to music. All the girls came chattering out the door to join the party and suddenly it was like a David Attenborough documentary. All the men visibly changed to become more animated and Daddy Duke sat up a little straighter. Heather and Amber sat down on either side of Alejandro. Brandi and Lisa grabbed a bottle of beer from the cooler and sat down in an empty seat together. Amber stole the cigar out of Alejandro’s mouth and gave it a big puff before coughing the whole bunch of smoke out, causing great joy among the men.

Brandi reached up and rubbed the back of her neck. Philippe mentioned that she looked like she needed a massage. Brandi asked if that was an offer and Phillippe was behind her, massaging her neck in one smooth leap.

Lisa said, “Don’t get too excited, Philippe, you know Brandi only dates black guys.”

“That’s true,” Brandi confirmed.

“Let me dream!” Philippe bellowed jokingly and the whole bunch of them laughed at that. He continued giving Brandy a most pleasurable massage on her neck and shoulders. She dropped her head, moaned loudly, and let him have at it.

They all chattered about the night’s blunders and shared funny guest stories. It was getting late and Amber announced that she was ready to cash out her tips.

“Come on, Daddy. Time to get up!” She hit him on his knee as she passed him to go back into the office. Daddy Duke made a big show of getting up out of the chair and half limped his way into the office with Amber. He sifted through her tickets and remarked on how well she did in tips.

“Well, I couldn’t have done it without you. I really appreciate the opportunity to work here. I know I didn’t have any experience and you took a chance on me,” she said sincerely.

“I had a feeling about you, little lady. And you proved me right. And I love to be right!” he added a hearty chuckle.

“That’s always a good thing!” She joined him in a polite chuckle of her own.

“Yessiree,” he continued, as he counted out her tips. “I knew you was different from some of these other girls. You’re smart and quick as a whip.”

Amber leaned over to sign the tip ticket and she felt him staring at her bent over the counter. She turned her face up and held his stare, acknowledging the fact that he had been feasting his eyes on her breasts.

She stood up to face him, adjusted the tie on her shirt and said, “You were also right about wearing a size small top.”

“I can see that,” he smiled broadly at her. He took a drag off of his cigar and slowly blew a smoke ring in her direction.

She pushed a finger through the ring. “Now that is a quite a talent,” she remarked.

“Speaking of talent,” he said. “We’re all set to film us another commercial spot and I want you to be in it.”

“Really?” she couldn’t hold her excitement. She had seen Daddy Duke’s commercials before she worked for him. “I’d love that! Thank you … ” She tilted her head and added, “Daddy.” She threw her arms around him and hung from his shoulders while he lifted her up off the ground and held her for a moment in a genuinely affectionate hug.

Things couldn’t be going better for Amber. She struggled when she first moved out of her house when she was eighteen. She was working at a daycare then and making close to nothing. It had been almost impossible to make ends meet and her mother was in no position to help her. Now she was making enough money to live and even managed to save some each month. She loved her job, her co-workers and her boss. She had a little thing going with Alejandro. She was on top of the world and now she was going to be in a commercial!

***

“Gather around people!” Daddy Duke announced to the whole restaurant. He changed the channel on the TV and there, instead of the game, was Reagan Webster, the local news anchor on Channel 7, talking about the cute pooch who was up for adoption that week. There were some “Boos” among the crowd.

“Hold on there, now before y’all go off your rocker! We got a commercial airing in about two seconds and we aim to celebrate it!”

“Free beer!” yelled one of the patrons at the bar and a loud round of applause followed.

The news clip ended and suddenly there was a shot of Ernie, the giant elk mount that was hanging in the entryway. The music in the background sounded vaguely country and the camera zoomed back to show about eight of the girls, all lined up, looking terribly cute and sexy. The crowd let out some howls of approval. There were some shots of large portions of food being delivered to a booth occupied by some happy customers, the signature homemade tortillas in a glass case for sale by the bag, back to the girls holding up tankards of beer, and all the while Daddy Duke was talking about all the fun to be had at his homegrown restaurant. For the finale, Daddy Duke ended with the famous slogan, “Come for the eats…” the camera cut to the line of cuties just in time for them to say in unison, “Stay for the sweets!” This was followed immediately with a close up on Amber, who winked into the camera and delivered a perfect, “Who’s Your Daddy?”

The whole crowd erupted into a roar. All the girls working that night started clapping. Amber held up her hands, hiding the beaming smile that lit up her face.

Daddy Duke instructed some of the girls to go around to everyone and offer free sample sized shots of beer.

Amber made bank that night.

***

One morning, before the Pit opened up for business, Amber walked into work for her shift in a pair of jeans, heeled sandals, and her hair down.

“There you are, darlin’,” said daddy. “Follow me.” He had a clipboard and led Amber behind the cooks line in the kitchen, where the cooks were prepping. She smiled warm greetings to everyone.

“Careful in those shoes now,” he warned. She made an extra effort to step carefully on their way to the storage room. She stayed behind him while he checked the industrial sized bag of flour, that stood almost empty. “We are all set for a shipment this afternoon, doll, but we need some more flour this morning. I’m sending you to Publix to get fifteen bags of flour.” When he said Publix, he pronounced it Pube-Licks to uphold the running joke among the boys. She smiled at the innuendo.

“Sure,” she said casually. She led the way when they walked back through the kitchen. She was watching where she was stepping and was surprised when Daddy shocked her with a hearty smack on her ass, right in front of the cooks.

She opened her mouth with a sharp intake of breath. Son of a bitch, that actually stung, she thought to herself. All the men watched to see what her reaction would be.

After the initial shock, she turned to Daddy and and remarked, “Hey, now I’m doing you a favor. You have to be nice to me.”

“Sorry sweetcheeks, I couldn’t help myself,” he exchanged knowing looks with the men who had stopped what they were doing to join in on the interaction. She noticed that Alejandro did not look up. His lips were held tight in a thin stoic line. She looked at the other men and smiled an obligatory grin in front of her boisterous audience.

***

It was Moose season and every year Daddy looked forward to his week long hunting trip.

“Tammy Lynn will be here to run things,” explained Daddy. “I’ll be gone to Montana for the week and hopefully I’ll catch me a big ol’ moose for the west wall!” He was addressing the whole staff at a morning meeting. “I trust y’all to keep things going, smooth as butter, while I’m gone.” He told them that he was leaving on late Friday night and he’d be back early the next Friday morning.

***

Every third Thursday was a late night for Daddy Duke because on those nights he did inventory and this time he has asked Amber to help him. She didn’t really want to, but It beat doing the deep cleaning that some of the others had to do. She trailed along, carrying a clipboard, as Daddy led the way past Carlos, mentioning to him they were going to do inventory. Carlos nodded to him and craned his head to see who was walking behind him. Daddy led her down the hallway, behind the kitchen and into the industrial storage room. The door was usually propped open, but after she went in, he kicked the door stop away and mumbled something about regulations and keeping the door shut. The heavy door sealed them in and it was very quiet. Amber looked around the dimly lit room and noticed that there were no windows. She felt a little prick of claustrophobia.

“That is a lot of flour!” she remarked, distracting her mind, referring to a stack of flour sacks next to a tall ladder, leading up to a high shelf.



“Yup,” He made his way over to the ladder and held it with one arm. “Alright Amber, why don’t you scoot on up this here ladder and tell me how many cans of beans we got left.”



“I can do that,” she said brightly and walked over to him and handed him the clipboard. He didn’t exactly move out of the way. She knew that Daddy was a big ol’ flirty teddy-bear, and she knew how to handle him. She scooched in beside him and shoved him over a bit with her hip. “Excuse me” she added playfully.

“Careful now, Sweetcheeks. You might just get a spanking,” he said with a leer she had not seen before. She laughed a little nervous giggle and headed up the ladder, very aware that her ass was soon going to be level with his head. He turned his big body to face the ladder and held it with both hands. He watched her toned legs work their way up past his face and his nose was practically up her crotch. She tried to keep her legs closed and to lessen the swing of her hips as she climbed. He kept his head tilted up until she got to the top.

“Okay, you ready?” She clung to the shelf to steady herself, stretched up on her tippy toes and reached to the back of the shelf to move some cans around. “We have one case plus … eleven cans of black beans,” she called down to him. She continued counting cans of corn and tomatoes.

He wrote down all of what she told him and then he reminded her to be careful coming back down.

She was almost to the bottom and Daddy wasn’t moving. She felt a fleeting impulse to kick his face out of the way.

“Now, how am I supposed to get down if you’re holding the ladder?” she said, trying to sound cool.

“I’m just holdin’ the ladder for you. Why don’t you turn around and face front. That aways you won’t fall.”

That didn’t make any fucking sense, she thought and stood there with her ass hanging out, six inches above his upturned face. She turned around and stepped down, holding onto the edges. He boldly reached up and steadied her by wrapping his large hands around her waist and guided her down a rung. Her body was forced forward and her hands landed squarely on his shoulders. Her hair fell down around her small face when she leaned forward to balance herself.

He looked up at her. “Good God, you are an angel,” he declared.

“Aw, Thank you, Daddy,” she answered, not knowing how to respond to that.

His hands almost reached around the whole circumference of her middle and his thumbs were planted right under her rib cage. He had his eyes focused on her braless chest and slipped his thumbs up so they just barely pushed into the plump swell of her breast.



“Daddy?” she said, alarmed that he was crossing a line.

He stepped into her, trapping her against the ladder. “Come on now, little gal. How’s about letting Daddy have a peek. No harm in that.” He nuzzled his face into the side of her face and started kissing her neck. She instinctively shoved her shoulder up, turned her head in and pushed his broad shoulders away from her.

“Daddy, NO!” she barked, as if she was commanding a dog to sit. It didn’t phase him.

He squeezed both her breasts up together and she sucked in a great gulp of air and tried to push his hands off her. He pushed his face into the center of them and she could feel his sideburns brushing against her skin as he quickly nuzzled her cleavage. He stopped molesting her breasts and started kissing his was up to her chin, forcing her head back.

“Daddy! What…?” she stammered.

“I done so much for you, Amber,” he panted, pulling back to look at her. She was looking at him with wide eyed panic, her struggling shoulders scrunched up as far as they would go. He pushed one of his hands deep into her hair and cradled her head and the other hand stroked her face with his thumb. He was breathing heavily into hers and she could smell cigars on his breath. “You can do me this one little favor,” he said and forced his tongue in her mouth, stifling the “No” and turning it into a high pitched protest coming from her throat.

***

Carlos slipped out of the kitchen and wiped his hands on a big white cloth, making eye contact with Philippe, as he made his way to Big Daddy’s office. Of course, as usual, there was no one there, so he slipped in. He eyes went directly to the right hand, bottom corner of the screen of the surveillance monitor. He could see the heels of Amber’s red boots hinged on the back of a ladder rung. She was leaning back against the ladder, locked in a kiss with Daddy Duke. Philippe peeked his head in the office and looked around to see if anyone was coming. Carlos crossed his arms and stood with his feet apart, watching the screen. Philippe leaned back on the counter to watch, half listening for anyone out the door.

***

Daddy pulled his tongue out of Amber’s mouth. “Ain’t that true?” he asked. “I been there for you, haven’t I?”

“Daddy, STOP!”

He yanked her top down to her middle, making her breast jiggle as they popped free. She let out a yelp. He dove in head first. Her head dropped forward and her arms were splayed out, pinned at the elbows of her own shirt. She watched Daddy in stunned horror, licking and slurping, going from one nipple to the other. She let out little involuntary gasps as he sucked on her nipples until they became hard. He moaned at the feel of her nubs in his mouth. He stood up, towering over her and pushed his chest into her body.

“Come on sweet pea, it ain’t so bad. You can do daddy a little favor. How bout it?” He was undoing his belt buckle while he talked and she could hear his zipper come down and suddenly his pants were around his ankles and she could see his member peeking out from under his belly. He started to push her down by her shoulders.

“Please, Daddy, don’t make me do that,” she pleaded with him, not wanting to do the task he set before her.

***

Alejandro looked around the kitchen and found himself alone, cleaning the fryers and got kind of pissed. He went looking for Carlos and Philippe. He saw Philippe in the office looking at something as he came down the hall. Philippe looked up and saw him coming. He lunged for the door and got behind it. Alejandro banged on the door half jokingly and asked them what the hell they were doing? He heard Philippe ask Carlos what to do and Carlos appeared at the door.

“Alejandro, go back to the kitchen,” he said in Spanish.

“Fuck you, what are you guys doing? he responded in Spanish. “Let me in.” Carlos and Philippe exchanged glances, shrugged shoulders and stepped away from the door. Alejandro came in, and jokingly laughed that they were going to be in trouble for being in the office with no one around. They all stood around waiting for Alejandro to notice the monitor.

Alejandro looked around the small room and then looked at the two of them with a questioning look. They looked at the monitor and Alejandro followed their gaze. At first. he didn’t see it and then he squinted at the bottom right panel and moved in a little closer. He saw Daddy Duke standing with his back to the monitor. That was his black hat on the floor and his leather vest. There he was with his pants around his boots and his white ass hanging out. He could see a girl sitting in front of him with her red boots on either side of his legs. He couldn’t see her head but she was holding onto him and they were rocking back and forth together. Alejandro’s jaw dropped and he looked up at the both of them with “Holy Shit” written all over his face.

***

Daddy had his shirt and vest pulled up over his gut and he held a fist full of her hair at the top of her head. He watched her lips spread over his penis as he made it disappear into her flushed face. She held her eyes shut tight and hung onto his wrists. He shifted his body slightly to open it up to the camera.

***

When Daddy moved, Alejandro saw that it was Amber and his jaw hit the floor. He clutched his chest and struggled to catch his next breath. He couldn’t hide his shock from the other two. Carlos shook his head, but Philippe slapped him on the back and let out a hearty laugh. Alejandro quickly stuffed his heartbreak down and smiling, punched Philippe back. He then turned back to the monitor. He watched it for an obligatory second, and then turned around, a fake smile pasted on his face, and walked out of the office.

***

“Grab it,” Daddy commanded. She brought both her fists up and wrapped them around his hardened penis. She noticed that it was not that big, as if it wasn’t fully erect and it had a slight curve to it, which was not something she ever wanted to know. She used her hands to hold him back, but he kept trying to push into her mouth further and further. She pushed and squeezed hard, trying to keep him at a distance and he responded by swatting one of her hands away.

“Git it in there, he argued with her.

Every time she got close to the base of his penis, his large gut smashed against her eye, pushing it painfully to the side and his profuse sweating was making it sting. He was grunting and moaning so voraciously, she thought he might collapse of a heart attack or something. He pushed in a little too far and she pulled away, gagging.

“Git on up here, Sweet Pea,” he demanded and pulled her up. Her back caught one of the ladder rungs. He pushed his body into her and feverishly started fumbling around, trying to unbutton her shorts. Her panic doubled and she tried slapping his hands away.



“Now, now sugar, don’t fight with Daddy. That’s not being a good girl.”

He pulled her shorts down, exposing her pink thong and turned her around by her shoulders, making her step out of her shorts. He patted his hand behind her knee and lifted her leg up and placed it on the next rung up.

“Step up, sugar,” he instructed and pushed his belly against her bare bottom until she stepped up. She grasped the ladder with both her hands and he grasped two fist fulls of ass and massaged her cheeks vigorously.

She couldn’t believe this was happening and she felt tears well up in her eyes. He hooked his fingers under the crotch of her panties, brushing the top of his hand against her bare pussy, and pulled her G-string to the side. With a grunt, he entered her from behind. She cried out from the sudden invasion and arched her back to make the entry a little less painful.

***

Carlos and Philippe watched in silence, eyes transfixed on the screen. The grainy screen showed Daddy pumping his hips up and back at a steady pace. His arms were under her torso, gripping both her shoulders, pulling her into him with each fast paced thrust. Amber held onto the sides of the ladder with tight fists. She had her back arched and her face up, eyes shut tight, mouth open, and an intense grimace twisted her delicate features.

***

The only sounds now were his low grunting, her high pitched squeals, the rhythmic slapping sounds of their bodies coming together, deep moans and heavy breathing from Daddy as he vigorously fucked Amber.

Daddy was close to letting go. He thrust into her steadily, concentrating on coming. Suddenly, he pulled out, leaned into her backside and spurted a load of hot cum all over the small of her back. She let out a disgusted groan. He shuddered and spat out something unintelligible. He backed up reaching out to steady himself on the stack of flour sacks. He pulled out a red handkerchief from his vest pocket and wiped his forehead, leaning back until his breathing slowed down.

She stayed put, her bottom naked and her breasts exposed and her shirt stretched around her middle, afraid that if she moved, the cum would drip down her sides. She held onto the rungs of the ladder keeping her back arched. She was breathing heavily and her head was dizzy.

“My, my, my, you’ve got a great ass!” he complimented her. She could hear him pulling up his trousers and the jangle of his belt as he buckled it. He tucked in his shirt and and returned his black hat to his head. He folded the handkerchief and draped it on a ladder rung next to her face.

“Go on and get yourself all cleaned up and put back together. When you’re ready, come on up to the office and we’ll get your checks all cashed out.” He playfully swatted her on her bare butt, “That was incredible, darlin’.”

As he left, he looked into the camera and tipped his black hat.

***

When they saw Daddy tip his hat, Philippe and Carlos scurried out of the office.

***

She stood at the ladder, not ever looking at him and didn’t move until she heard the giant steel door latch behind him. With a shaky hand, she used the bandanna to wipe the cum off her lower back and cringed at the cold, sticky wetness of it. She stepped down off the ladder in her boots and found her shorts splayed out on the concrete floor. Slowly, she bent over to pick them up and gingerly stepped into the legs. She pulled the fly together so she could zip them up, careful of her sore vagina. She pulled the sleeves of her top up and over her breasts, adjusting them in the wrinkled fabric. She shivered and wished for more clothes. She stood, stunned, in the silent room for a while, listening to the motor of the air filtration system. The fear that he would come looking for her motivated her to sneak out the heavy door and creep down the hallway. No one was in the kitchen. She quickly went to the front, where she kept her purse, and without hesitation, snuck out the side door.

***

She took a long hot shower when she got home. It helped a little bit, but not much. She laid under her covers in her fluffy white robe and a towel wrapped around her wet head, her mind racing. She thought of all the flirty exchanges between her and Daddy and was pained at how flaunty she had been with him. ~He was just a man after all. He couldn’t help himself.~ She threw the covers back and stomped to the bathroom. She tipped her head upside down, letting the towel fall to her feet and blow dried her hair. The warm air felt comforting on her head.

She couldn’t figure out why she had found it so unfathomable to fight harder. If she had refused, he would have stopped thinking of her as sexy and stopped helping her be successful? That seemed really unimportant now. Because if she had refused, it would have embarrassed him? If she had screamed, she would have exposed him. Was she trying to protect him or was she protecting herself? Once her hair was dry, she crawled back into bed and propped herself up against the pillows.

She stared at a picture of a younger self on her dresser, wondering at what point her tolerance of him became consent. Was it her flirty exchange in the storage room? When she let him slap her ass? Was it the day she was hired? She didn’t want to lose everything she had worked so hard for, but she was forced to lose it all now. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She got out of bed and paced her apartment a few times. He certainly didn’t have a problem putting her well being at risk. Did he consider what would become of her afterwards? No, he did not. She padded back to bed and belly flopped onto the comforter. How could she have stopped it? She turned the whole scene in her head over and over, willing reality to change. She rolled over onto her back and pounded her fists into the bed on either side of her. In the replay in her mind, she screamed bloody murder. She punched, bit, kicked, ran. Anything but what she actually did. She shuddered and cried in her darkened room. She pulled the pillow over her face and screamed.

In the morning she put in sick for the day. She just couldn’t face him.

***

“Good morning sunshine!” said Tammy-Lynn brightly when she saw Amber come into work on Saturday. “How are you feeling? All better? I hope so!” She gave Amber a warm hug and off she went to take care of the front of the house. She was grateful that Daddy Duke was gone, because she didn’t know what she would have said to him. She was still shaky, but she told herself she wasn’t going to let him win. Never again would that happen.

She was getting her things put away, when Alejandro walked by. She looked at him and forced a perky, “Hola!” He looked directly at her and then looked away and kept walking past her. She remembered how Daddy had smacked her on the ass and how Alejandro looked when that happened. Her face became flushed and she forced herself not to cry. Maybe she was imagining it.

Working it up for the customers was hard that afternoon, and she was glad that it was slow. She could not shake her concern over Alejandro. She tried to approach him again in the dishwashing area and he completely ignored her. She was definitely not imagining it. She was beside herself with worry and couldn’t help approaching him at the end of her eight hour shift. He was on the empty side of the restaurant in a small, two person booth, by himself, working on a burger and fries.

She sat down in the seat opposite him and looked up at him with her big, blue eyes.

“Alejandro?” she asked timidly.

He looked at her and then purposely returned his attention back to his food.

“You’re enfado? Angry?” she asked. He stared at his food and dropped a french fry back into the basket.

“Si,” he finally whispered.

“Porque?” she asked why.

His face was tight and he aggressively wiped a tear from his eye. He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, “I see you.”

Her heart sped up. “What do you mean?”

“You and Daddy Duke,” he spat out, making a face when he mentioned his name.

She stared at him while his words sunk in stinging her brain. She looked away from him, and hot tears that seemed to be brimming all day came spilling out. She knew then that it was over with Alejandro and her defeat was complete. She couldn’t deny it, but she remembered that Daddy had locked the door to the storage room and was confused.

“How? No comprende,” she felt her face turning red.

“Come wit me,” he led her to the office and pointed to the right bottom corner of the surveillance monitor. “Aqui, here,” he said. She squinted and could see a ladder and a stack of flour sacks in a darkened room. Instantly, the scene that took place there flashed through her mind. She stood, dumbfounded, looking at the screen, feeling like a little girl who had wet herself at camp. The humiliation was hard to take. She looked at him with tears in her eyes and just shook her head. How could she tell him that it was a mistake? She ran out of the restaurant with her hand over her mouth.

She was in her car, crying with her head leaned back on the seat, her face all pinched up in a pained frown, when Alejandro knocked on the window and gestured for her to let him in. She leaned over and unlocked the door on the passenger side. He climbed in and she could see the sympathy in his eyes. She wiped her teary face with a tissue.

“Carlos say to me, mira,” he said with a look of pain. Her mouth dropped open.

“Carlos told you to look?” she was mortified that Carlos had seen it, too. She pursed her lips tight and stared at the steering wheel, trying to take it all in. Then a terrible thought occurred to her.

“Philippe, too?” she asked. He nodded his head. “Son of a bitch!” She punched the dashboard. She shot him a shitty look and stared at him. He kept his face forward looking out the front windshield. Finally, she looked away, and shook her head with her hand over her mouth.

Alejandro stayed quiet for a moment and then he added, “Carlos say to me he have more girls. Mucho, mucho more.” She whipped her head around to face him again.

“What?” she spit out, confused.

“He have a... caja,” he said, making the shape of a box. “He have it officina.”

“He has a box in his office?”

“Yes,” he told her.

“Of girls?” she clarified, flabbergasted.

“Si,” he looked straight ahead.

Hot blood surged through the veins on her forehead. She crossed her arms and anxiously squeezed her pursed lips with her hand, while she desperately thought of what to do.

“Oh hell, no!” she finally said to no one. “Wait here,” she told him and slammed the car door, heading back into the restaurant. Alejandro looked back and saw her storming into the restaurant. He heard her shout, “Son of a mother fucking bitch!”

She snuck in through the take out entrance and slipped undetected into the office. Tammy-lynn was at the computer. Shit Fire! FUCK ME!

“I just need to check my... um , if there is another shirt I can have. This one is getting kind of worn.” she lied.

“Of course, honeybug. You just go on ahead and take what you need,” she said.

Brandi peeked around the corner and said Table Seven had a complaint for the manager.

“Oh Lord! I’m on my way!” she said as they both left Amber alone in the office. She quickly started hunting through the drawers and cabinets, pushing aside boxes of unclaimed sunglasses and a myriad of t-shirts of uniforms past. She saw a wooden box in the very back bottom corner of the cabinet, closest to Daddy Dukes swivel chair. She could hear Tammy Lynn’s loud voice as she was returning to the office. Amber quickly grabbed the box, wrapped it up in a t-shirt and promptly exited the office.

She passed Tammy-Lynn with it hidden under her arm and sang out, “Thank you! I’ll see you tomorrow!” She briskly walked back out the same way she came in, her heart pounding, and got back into her car. Alejandro was still there and he looked around nervously to see if anyone had seen her. With her heart racing, she drove them both back to her apartment.

***

Two half empty bottles of beer stood tall on Amber’s kitchen table, condensation forming on the glass. A wooden box with a broken lock was laid open on the living room coffee table and Amber sat next to Alejandro on the couch, rummaging inside the box, through a pile of thumb drives. Each one had a name on it and it wasn’t long before Amber had found her thumb drive. A strange sound escaped her throat when she saw it. She snatched it up and held it tightly in her fist.

“Holy shit,” said Amber, running her finger through the pile. She picked one up and searched it for a name. It said Holly. “I think we need to check to be sure what is on these drives.” Alejandro agreed and she got her laptop from the bedroom. She sat down next to him so they could both see the screen. She took a deep breath and inserted the drive. Her heart started to race as it loaded.

Suddenly, there was Holly, carrying a clipboard into the storage room. Amber’s mouth went dry. She assumed that Holly’s long hair was red, judging from her pale skin and freckles. Daddy Duke’s black hat entered the screen. Amber let out a little breathy snort when she saw him, and scrolled forward a bit through a series of shots. She stopped scrolling and the screen showed Holly pinned back against the ladder. Daddy had heaved her giant breasts up and was swiveling his hips between them, vigorously fucking her boobs. A hot rush of embarrassment shot through her body and she quickly scrolled forward a bit. When she stopped, Holly was bent over with her arms through the rungs of the ladder, her curvy ass displaying red lines across one cheek and Daddy stood naked from the waist down with his belt in one hand, the other on the small of her back. She exited the screen and the two of them were left to sit in an awkward silence.

She reached into the box and pulled out a drive with the name Keisha on it. Up she popped onto the screen, smiling and saying something, holding a clipboard. Amber made a tsk sound and scrolled forward. In the next shot, the girl’s face was not visible. All that could be seen were long brown legs bent over the sacks of flour and Daddy’s man hands holding her perfect butt as he pounded away. Amber hit exit; she had seen enough. She looked at all the drives in the box and thought of each girl whom he had caught on film. She started to sift through the names. She saw, Aiko, Jasmine, Melissa, Danna, and started to line them up along the edge of the coffee table.

She pulled out another one and stopped to read the name again. She grabbed Alejandro’s arm. She showed him the name and he read it out loud with a pained look on his face. “Rosalee,” he crushed it in his fist and stood up, walked across the room, and propped his arm up against the wall. He pounded the wall with his fist and screamed,“Pinche Pendejo!” which she knew meant mother fucker in Spanish.

Amber was speechless. She pictured Rosalee in her beautiful dress and imagined Duke slobbering all over her in the dark storage room. She stopped short.

“Alejandro, how old was Rosalee when she worked for Daddy Duke? Anos?”

“She say she eighteen,” he said.

“But she just had her Quinceanera not too long ago. Let me see that picture.”

He pulled it up on his phone and the date was from two years ago.

“Holy shit, Alejandro! That means she was sixteen! She was pequeno nina.” She shows little with her hand.

“She es joven, Si,” he agreed that she was young.

“Alejandro, that’s illegal!”

He panicked at the word illegal and said, “I don want problema for Rosalee!” not wanting to get her in trouble.

“We should go to the police!” Amber piped up.

“No policia,” he answered and looked at her with a worried look. She knew he feared getting deported.

Amber doesn’t altogether trust that the cops wouldn’t protect Daddy Duke. They needed a better way. The news was on and while she thought about what to do, she could hear the nasal voice of the newscaster droning on about how elderly Ms. Jenkins was swindled out of $1,000 dollars from a company claiming to be the department of social security. She flipped the thumb drive with her name on it around in the palm of her hand. She placed it carefully back into the box. She started to load up the box with all the other drives and said, “I think I have an idea.”

***

This is Reagan Webster, Channel 7 Investigative Reports on WKLEye on You. This morning I am reporting on Logan Parish, better known as Daddy Duke, owner of Big Daddy Duke’s Sugar Pit. Daddy Duke is an outspoken philanthropist, who has made significant donations to the women’s shelter and is an advocate of women’s rights. He has been accused of having sexual relations with many of his female employees, at least one of whom has been identified as having been 16 years old at the time. We are here at the airport waiting for Daddy Duke to return home from a hunting trip. Here he comes, now. Daddy Duke!”

Daddy Duke smiles brightly and he willingly comes over, genuinely surprised and pleased that the media is there for his return.

“How was your trip Daddy Duke?”

“Well little lady, it was downright exciting! Got me another head to put in my restaurant.” Then he looked directly into the camera, tipped his black hat and said, “Come on down to Big Daddy’s Duke’s Sugar Pit, where you come for the eats and stay for the sweets!”

“Sir, we have tapes of you engaging in sexual situations with seventeen of your employees, including one sixteen year old minor. His jaw dropped and he snorted his surprise, but he didn’t respond. The camera captured his stunned expression before he could recover.

“Excuse me,” he finally said and tried to push his way past the lovely Reagan Webster. “What do you have to say about that sir?” she pushed.

She followed him and asked again about the accusations. The cameraman stayed close behind.

He held his hands up in a feeble attempt to hide.

“I’m a married man!” he bellowed.

“Sir, that’s not what we asked you. What do you have to say to the women accusing you?”

“I take good care of my girls! They got no reason to turn on me!”

“So you are saying it was consensual?” she called after him.

“No comment!” He threw back over his shoulder.

She was jogging to keep up with his brisk pace. “And what about the sixteen year old?”

“I don’t hire no one under eighteen.”

“Sir, we have proof. Did you know the girl was sixteen?

“Which girl?” He was sweating profusely.

“Are you admitting you had inappropriate sexual relations with a minor?”

“No comment!” he holds up his jacket to block the camera.

He stepped onto the motorized walkway and managed to speed past Reagan and her crew, who got stuck walking up the steps.

He made it to his limo that waiting for him at the airport. The driver was loading up his luggage from baggage claim.

“Hurry up. We’ve got to hightail it out of here!”

Regan and the camera crew made it out of the airport just as his limo was pulling away.

She turned to face the camera.

“This is Reagan Webster reporting live, exclusively for Channel 7, Investigative Reports, WKLEye on You. There you have it. The first reaction from Big Daddy Duke on the Sugar Pit Sex Scandal. Considering the impropriety surrounding these allegations, it begs the question, Who’s your Daddy, indeed?” The camera zoomed in to capture Reagan's famous raised eyebrow and sarcastic half smile. “Back to you, Jim.”

The Sugar Pit Sex Scandal was all over the news for quite some time.

“Formal charges have been filed against Big Daddy Duke … ” -Channel 2, Five o’clock evening news.

“Several former female employees of Big Daddy Dukes Sugar Pit have come forward, confirming the allegations against Logan Parish, aka Big Daddy Duke … ” -Channel 7, WKLEye on You investigative reports.

“Big Daddy’s Trial starts today in El Rio county court. The prosecutors have reason to believe that the sixteen year old minor is an immigrant from Mexico … ” Good Morning Texas - Sunday Morning Edition.

“Daddy Duke’s Attorneys claim that all contact was consensual … ” Channel 9 News.

“Big Daddy Duke, as he calls himself, has been sentenced to five years in prison with no possibility of parole…” -Watch on America, Paul Janey.

“As of today, there are five former employees who have filed civil suits against Logan Parish …” - PBS, Let’s Talk About It

***

All the staff was gathered for a morning meeting and Tammy Lynn cleared her throat. “Now y’all know it’s been a difficult month and it it ain’t over yet. Y’all’s been too kind during this whole...catastrophe, and I want to thank each and everyone of y’all for coming together and keeping this place goin. Folks, I don’t have to tell ya that business is booming. There is a little silver lining to the storm, I reckon, and I want to share some upcoming changes I’ve taken the liberty to make. First of all, y’alls getting health coverage. I’m also partnering up with the scholarship program at the university and we’ll be offering tuition packages if any of y’all want to head on back to school. I’m also raising the hourly wage to a decent amount and will be offering paid time off for any employee who’s been here for at least 6 months and…,” she paused for a moment, “from now on, the weekend shifts will be given on a rotation.” Some of the girls applauded at this and it started a chain reaction. Tammy-Lynn was beaming while she listened to the hoots of approval.

***

“I’m nervous,” Amber admitted to Alejandro, sitting in the car. Outside there was a party going on. A big party, with most of Alejandro’s family in attendance.

“Don’t be!” he reassured her.

She stepped out of the car and a tanned leg peeked through the side slit of her white floral sundress. She wore simple, feminine sandals with tiny jewels that caught the sun. He wore round, silver mirrored sunglasses, a grey button down tucked into his jeans and a pair of black and red cowboy boots.

In the backyard, there was a stage set up and a seven piece Mariachi band was blaring live music for a large crowd of people. Many of the guests were dancing, including a group of cute little girls and boys who were coiffed and primped in their fanciest outfits.



Alejandro approached a group of older men leaning against the wall, all of whom wore cowboy hats and boots. Hugs and greetings were exchanged and then he reached his arm back to Amber and introduced her. She warmly said, “Hola,” and they all shook hands amidst smiles and nods. “Nice to meet you,” she called back as he led her by the hand to a group of women, who were fussing over the food on a large table, spread with a vast array of colorful and delicious looking dishes. She recognized one young woman. She stood about four inches taller than she actually was because she wore a pair of chunky tan sandals with straps that wrapped up her ankles. She wore a cute black jumper with a halter style top and had curled her straight black hair, that was parted in the middle, into long ropey ringlets. She wore dramatic eyelashes that accentuated her perfectly winged liner. Her full lips were blushed with a nude lipstick and her smile was just as dazzling as Alejandro’s. He slipped up behind her, put a hand on her waist and whispered something in her ear. She turned her head and looked at Amber. She had been cutting a cake with thick frosting on it, so she delicately wiped her fingers, with long black and white acrylic nails, on a napkin and set the knife down. When she looked up, she and Amber locked eyes and her and Alejandro walked over to where Amber stood.

“Amber, this es Rosalee.”

The two women held each other hands and faced one another and both immediately started to tear up.

“Thank you,” Rosalee whispered and they fell into an embrace. “Thank you, so much.” When they unlocked, they each started to apologized at the same time for crying, wiping their tears away with careful pats, trying not to ruin the makeup. They both burst out laughing together.

Alejandro gave Amber’s hand a gentle squeeze and shouted out “Comamos!” which Amber knew meant, “Lets eat!”

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