Paula

“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…”