Paula

Paula looked at the slip of paper in her hand again.
No, there was no mistake, this was the right address, but the place was looking kind of closed down.
It was, or rather, it had until recently been a bar, but now both windows were covered in plywood. But the door was slightly ajar. She entered, calling out testing “hello..?”
There was no immediate response. All the furniture was still in place but covered in clear plastic. The place had been a bar until a few days ago; a brew pub, but much to her surprise, it was not in business at the moment.
Then why in the world were they still searching for staff, and why had the manager, some European guy arranged a meeting with her, here, today?
Without really thinking, she closed the door behind her. It was just a weekend job anyway, so it was no big deal. But still, she didn´t like to be kept a fool. She could use those extra bucks, too!
The lights were on, and there was buckets of paint just inside the door, but all the shelves behind the bar were still stocked with bottles. She went up to the bar and tapped the brass-covered top with her keys.
“Anyone here?…Hello..?”

She slid onto one of the stools. While there were thick layers of dust on the other tables, the bar itself looked as if it had been wiped just a few minutes before.
This was so strange: she had been on the phone with the guy who claimed to be managing the bar just a few hours earlier.
“And what do we have here..?”
She jumped at the sound of a voice. In the mirror, behind the bottles, she suddenly noticed a shadow, almost right behind her. Clad is completely in black, with his face hidden under the shade of a cap.
“Ehh, I called, sir…about the vacant job…as a bar-tender…” she said, without turning. She did, though, try to catch the eyes of the stranger. Without any luck. He was so close to her that she could smell beer on his breath.
“About…well, almost two hours ago…I was told to be here at 4 o´clock…and it is a few minutes to 4 right now…sir”

There still was no reply, but she could hear how he inhaled heavily.
“Are you even 21?” he asked in a low voice.
“Yes!” she said boldly, then added:” soon”
“Not old enough to work in a place that serves alcohol and stupid enough to mix up Tuesday with Thursday….”
“Shi…” she began but stopped the second he put his hands on both her elbows. It felt a bit like an electric shock. She was pretty sure that she would be able to get free, though. He was merely holding her elbows.
“How long before you can sell alcohol?”
“Just…two months….
One of his hands ran down her arm.
“Twenty years old…pretty and a little dumb…”
He closed his fist around her wrist. It did not come as a surprise, yet she twitched a little. This was taking a turn she had not anticipated. She just wanted a part-time job, while she finished college.

“Look, I don´t mind doing the dishes until I turn 21..” she said. Her voice was almost normal. The man put his other hand on the side of her hip.
“I might want to hire you for something completely different…
She let out a loud moan and closed her brown eyes. There was no way that this WAS happening!
But Paula did not tell him to move his hands and did not tell him to let her go.
“Want to hear what I have in mind?”
“Please…tell me”
Her voice was trembling now. He held both her wrists now, in one hand. Behind her back, of cause!
“No, let me hear what you think it is…”
She moaned again. That was a mean trick he played there.
“I think…that you want to…tell me what I need to know…”
Two of his fingers found the gap between her jeans and her tee shirt.
“I´m not sure I understand what you mean..”
His hand was on her belly, under her shirt now. He was already toying with her. She slipped down from the bar stool.
“You…will…train me to…be of service…”

“Better…But still not good enough”
Paula took a deep, deep breath.
“You..will be the master…you will teach me all I need to know…”
He moved the stool with his foot.
“Aha…Please, go on…”
The door was still ajar, she could hear traffic on the busy street outside.
“I…I don´t know what to say, sir,” she began,” I have never been…the trainee of a kinky, mature man before…”
She was trying to sound innocent. She was a normal 20-year-old woman; she wasn´t. She could almost hear her heart beating.
“I can work most afternoons…and also some weekends, sir”
“Well, we are not even sure that you…are the right person for the job…”

She let out a loud gasp. The man let go of her hands. She could see him in the mirror, moving toward the door.
“Are you sure that you want to do this?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Then…in want you to prove it…”
She was at the deep end of the pool now, in really deep water. One more step and then there would be no way back.
“Close the door, sir”
“Are you sure…”
“Just close the damn door” she interrupted. Before she could change her mind, she opened her jeans and pulled them down to her knees in one rapid movement. The man closed the door to the outside world.
“Better, Paula..”
She heard him light a cigarette. He had all the time in the world. She closes her eyes again. Could hear the sound of his steps on the hardwood floor as he approached her.
“You are an amazing girl..”
“Thank you, sir”
She was leaning her elbows on the bar. Such a wicked scene, a young, very pretty woman, Afro-American, and a man she had not even seen yet. And her jeans were around her knees.

“There is one thing…I still live at home, so I have to be back in..about 4 hours, sir”
It felt as if their eyes met in the mirror, but she was not sure. He nodded.
“You can leave when I say so..”
She moaned a shivered as he put a hand on her butt. Paula wished that there had been more mirrors in there. A stranger´s hand on her behind…
“I want you to climb up onto the bar…”
She began to do that. It was not easy, with her jeans around her leg, but she somehow managed to do that.
“No, just lie down…like that, yes”
On her stomach, his hands on her behind again. No, more like between her buttocks. Taking possession of her.
“Get my cock out,” he said and put his other hand on the back of her head. Paula got up on her elbows and opened his paint-stained jeans. He was hard, but not bone-hard.
“Want to suck it?”
“I do, sir…”

She began. A fingertip penetrated her rear.
“You´re good at this…”
There was nothing she could say. Her mouth was full.
“You know, we kinda have a busy schedule right now…We are supposed to re-open this place next week…
Two fingers.
“And I also need to know that you want…this..”
..up her rear, her poor rear!
He was getting short of breath. He still had a firm grip around the back of her head. The cigarette was smoking itself in an ashtray about 2 feet further down the bar.
“You are Very good at this…”
His voice was starting to sound a bit strange. Already. Still not touching her pussy, just her ass. Two fingers fucking her butt!
Then she heard someone, either in the kitchen or in a back-room!
Like a ladder being moved.

“Make me cum, girl..”
Well, what options did she have?
He must be starved.
It only took a couple of minutes; she made a muffled sound as he ejaculated. She could not get away, she had to swallow his load.
“You must be here tomorrow at noon,” he said, as she was rearranging her clothes, “We will have a much better time then.
“What?… I´m supposed to be at class tomorrow…”
“Well, if you want the job, I guess you´ll have to skip class, then….”
When Paula was outside in the bright daylight, she realized that she had not seen the face of the man.