Luscious Cones

“We have to go check this out, Charlie, I’m begging you! This is an incredible opportunity,” Layla was tugging on her arm in an overexcited frenzy. “You need a job, you need the money, and if we both get jobs at this place, it would be perfect! We could ask to be scheduled at the same time so that I could drive you! It’s like the answer to all of your problems!”

It didn’t seem like a terrible idea, except that Charlie never considered herself a people person and she couldn’t imagine doing something like this where she’d have to interact with customers. She had a job in the mailroom at the community college where she went during the school year. That was more her speed. She sorted mail by the department and made trips to deliver it to the different buildings around campus with minimal interaction with other people. THAT was perfect. Not working behind the counter at a busy homemade ice cream shop all summer where the line frequently stood out the door.

“I don’t know,” her voice was soft and she didn’t meet her friend’s eyes. “It just doesn’t seem like something I can do.”

“You can totally do this! Oh my god, Charlie, how hard is it really to scoop ice cream into cones and take people’s money? There’s nothing to it! And the ad said ‘no experience necessary’ – you learn everything you need to know once you get the job.”

“I can’t talk to customers all day, Layla! I will have a fucking anxiety attack!” She whisper yelled that to her friend, picking up her legs to fold underneath herself on the sofa. Her brother chose that moment to walk out into the living room, wearing only his basketball shorts, carrying an empty glass back out to the kitchen.

“Why are you going to have an anxiety attack?” He furrowed his brow.

“If I get a job where I will have to deal with customers all day,” she explained, giving Chase a meaningful look. Of all people, he would know that it would be impossible for her.

“I mean… is this a job that’s just being offered to you to take or is this something more hypothetical? Because, I hate to be a Debbie Downer, but you need something. You need to get a car and, eventually, you need to get your own place too. I’m not kicking you out or anything,” Chase put his hands out in a defensive manner, “don’t get me wrong, but at some point, you might want to sleep somewhere more permanent than on my couch.”

Charlie sighed, looking down at her hands. Her brother has been very generous letting her stay there for months now and she knew that it wasn’t a permanent arrangement. But she’s barely had a chance to look for summer jobs yet. There could be something better fitting out there for her.

“It’s at Luscious Cones in Watertown. It’s not a sure thing, no, but they hire basically a whole new staff every summer, so there are a bunch of open positions and they are doing applications and interviews next weekend. You can just show up, fill out an application, and get interviewed on the spot. No experience necessary. It’s a good deal,” Layla rattled off, for Chase’s benefit.

“Hmm… I don’t know,” her brother made a face. “It sounds a little suspect. Why don’t they have returning staff? I get that they are a seasonal place, but why not rehire people who already know their way around the shop and know the business?”

“Ugh, I don’t know, Chase!” Layla exhaled. “You’re not helping! Maybe they like to give more people an opportunity. From everything I heard, they pay really well, more than some other seasonal shops. And that place is always packed.”

“I don’t know, Charlie,” her brother looked at her, shrugging. “Maybe it’s worth a try. It definitely wouldn’t hurt. Do you have any other leads right now?” She shook her head, biting her lip. “So maybe just go and check it out.”

“Thank you! Yes, just come and check it out with me, Charlie!” Layla seemed glad to have the support. With the two of them egging her on to try this thing out, Charlie felt like she had no choice. She needed a job. Maybe whoever was doing the interviews would see exactly how inadequate she was for this type of position and she just wouldn’t get it.

There were a ton of people at the small ice cream shop on the day of the applications and interviews. The parked cars spilled over into the the neighboring lot of the nail salon and even across the road, into the lot of the supermarket. People waited outside the doors, filling out applications on each other’s backs. Charlie guessed there were at least 60 applicants, if not more, but some of them came with their parents or friends, company to stand in line with. And how many jobs would there actually be? 10 or 12? It seemed ridiculous.

She filled out her application and stood in line with Layla, who seemed to be all about checking out their competition. Some of the interviews were over quickly. Others seemed to go on forever. The butterflies in Charlie’s stomach were the size of bunnies, doing all kinds of hopping and somersaults as she shifted from foot to foot, waiting. She had worn a professional-looking outfit – a pencil skirt that came down to her knees with a button-down blouse and a pair of heels. She kept adjusting her top as the buttons strained a little over her breasts, the material puckering there. She was definitely regretting wearing this blouse by the time she was finally inside the small shop.

There were just three small tables with two chairs each against the windows, opposite the counter. The rest of the seating was outside, in front of the glass storefront. By the time Charlie was called into the back office for her interview, the lump in her throat felt painful and she wasn’t even sure that she’d be able to speak.

“Charlotte Olson?” The man in his mid to late thirties sitting behind the desk said her name as she walked through the door, reading it off her application. “Have a seat,” he gestured to the seat on the opposite side of the desk. Even sitting down he looked tall, solidly built, with a chiseled jawline and dark eyes. He seemed to be looking her over intently, his eyes running up and down her body. “Alright, Charlotte,” he finally spoke, leaning his elbows on the desk, “I’m Bill Rainer. My dad and I are the owners of Luscious Cones. As you know, there is no experience needed, but out of curiosity, have you ever worked in food service or retail before?” Charlie shook her head no. He cocked his head to the side, his eyebrows drawn together. “Why are you interested in this job?” Charlie took a deep breath, trying to shake the nerves that were overwhelming her at the moment and actually produce sound.

“I need a job. The mailroom, where I worked last year, they don’t need as many people over the summer and since I was just a student, working part-time, they don’t need me,” she spoke in a soft voice, hoping the man interviewing her could hear what she was saying.

“Right,” he nodded. “But why here?” Charlie shrugged.

“My friend wanted us to do this together,” she said, honestly.

“Hmm… who’s your friend?” His eyes narrowed.

“Layla Hadi,” Charlie watched him jot something down on her application.

“Is that who you came with today?” She nodded. “Talk to me a little bit about why you need this job.” She sighed.

“I need to get a car. I can’t constantly rely on getting rides from people and the public transportation around here is virtually non-existent. I don’t even have a bike. And,” she looked away from him, looking over at the wall to her side where he had a framed sketch of the shop from what looked like the 60s. “I need to get my own apartment or, more likely with a roommate, I don’t know when I’d actually be able to afford something of my own.” She mumbled.

“And your parents can’t help you with that?” Charlie looked back at Bill. His head was tilted to the side again, his forehead creased. She shook her head no. “Is it that they don’t have the money or that they are trying to teach you some sort of a lesson about earning it yourself?” It felt like a weird question coming from a potential employer. Charlie hesitated to answer it, to dump all of her weird family baggage in front of this man she just met. But wasn’t she hoping not to get this job? Then what did it matter?

“I don’t live with my parents,” she told Bill. “My mom… we don’t have a good relationship. After her current boyfriend moved in and we had some…” she wondered how best to describe it in this work interview situation, “disagreements and… I’m staying with my brother right now, on his couch.” Bill nodded, giving her an understanding look.

“And your dad?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “He’s not… into parenting.” She should have said that he wasn’t in the picture at all. She hasn’t seen her dad since she was about 9 or 10 when her grandmother passed away.

Bill followed up with a few other questions about her family, which seemed odd, somehow, asking her about what they did for a living and what her brother did as well. He asked her about what she was studying and about any other jobs she’s had in the past. After all of that, he pulled out a bunch of papers from one of the desk drawers.

“I want to offer you a job,” he told her with a small smile. “I think you’ll be a good addition to the Luscious Cones team.” She couldn’t believe this was happening. Charlie’s heart raced in her chest, threatening to jump out as Bill set down papers in front of her. She was only half-listening to him as he talked about the non-disclosure agreement, due to the proprietary recipes and equipment they have in the shop and about her contract agreement, that she’d be fined if she were to quit before the end of the season.

“I think I need to think about this,” her voice was soft, filling in the silence when Bill passed the papers over to her to sign. “I… umm… I don’t know.”

“Charlotte, you came here because you wanted the job. If you walk out that door today, without signing on, your spot goes to someone else,” he told her. “I already hired three girls today. I hope to round out the team by the end of the day.” She picked up the papers that he had placed in front of her, trying to read over what he wanted her to sign. The non-disclosure agreement very broadly stated that anything going on in the back of the shop was off-limits for discussion with anyone else, including friends and family. She picked up the pen that he had extended to her and, with a shaking hand, signed the document. “Alright, good choice there Charlette,” Bill nodded as she started reading over the contract. The contract talked about accepting whatever tasks are assigned for the day, that these may change from day to day. It mentioned uniforms and keeping up with the overall appearance representative of the shop’s image. Bill had already mentioned to her, verbally, that it’s a commitment for the entirety of the season and that if she were to quit before the season is over, there was a penalty. There would be a paid orientation/training session, which made Charlie feel slightly better about this whole anxiety-inducing thing. She signed the contract, handing it back to Bill, and worked on completing the other employment forms underneath that.

She walked out of the office feeling shell shocked, giving Layla a quick thumbs-up as she followed her into the office. She waited outside by Layla’s car, a ten-year-old, white, two-door, Volkswagon Rabbit. Layla didn’t take half as long as Charlie did in the interview and came out with a sour expression on her face. Charlie’s insides twisted into a knot again.

“What happened?” She asked her friend as Laya approached, taking her car keys out of her purse.

“I don’t think it went well. He said that if I don’t get a call back from him, it’s a no.” She unlocked the driver’s side door and pressed the button inside to unlock the passenger side for Charlie. “What did he say to you?” She asked once they both sat down inside. Charlie bit her lip, feeling terrible.

“He… umm… had me sign the papers,” Charlie told her quietly. Layla turned the key in the ignition and Nirvana came on over the radio. Layla looked back at Charlie, her expression somewhat disbelieving.

“You got the job?!” Charlie nodded. “That’s awesome!” Layla smiled at her. “I’m so happy for you!” She leaned across the gear shift and hugged Charlie. Layla seemed more enthusiastic about the whole thing than Charlie was.

“How am I going to actually get there, if you don’t also work there though?” It was a very real problem that Charlie hoped to use as an excuse to try and weasel out of that contract she already signed.

“Don’t worry about that, sweetie, we’ll figure it out! The important thing is that you got the job! Yay!” Layla was excited, pulling out of the parking lot. “I’ll drive you, Chase will drive you, I’m sure you’ll make friends with other people who will work there and can get rides with them. We will make it work! God, this is amazing,” Layla tapped on her wheel along with Man In The Box by Alice in Chains that came on after the Nirvana song ended. “$7.25 an hour when the other places pay a $4.25 minimum wage is so good! I’m so glad you got it.”

Layla was an awesome friend. Maybe she could actually do this, Charlie thought, with Layla’s help and encouragement. She had second thoughts however when she came to the training and saw the uniforms Bill intended for all the girls to wear. They were short, pleated, black skirts and white tank tops with the shop’s logo on them. The tanktops were of the sort with thin spaghetti straps and shelf bras inside and Bill told them that they weren’t supposed to wear a bra with it. He said it was for esthetic reasons, that it wasn’t attractive to see bra straps underneath the thin straps of the tank top. Charlie wasn’t entirely comfortable with this idea. This was a lot less clothes than she was used to wearing.

Her best friend tried to be comforting about this, telling her that she won’t be the only one dressed this way, so it won’t be that bad. Chase looked over her outfit when she tried it on at home and frowned.

“Don’t get me wrong, you can totally pull this off, but it just seems too… inappropriate for work. Unless you work at Hooters or something,” he told her.

“But this is what they want me to wear, at work!” She crossed her arms in front of her chest feeling entirely uncomfortable in that tank top.

“I guess maybe… you know, it’s going to be summer and when it gets really hot you’ll be glad to have to wear that little,” her brother shrugged. “Maybe it will be better than sweating in some polyester uniform with long pants and a heavyweight shirt.”

She agreed that Chase had a point, except that she worked around freezers all day and the temperature inside the ice cream shop was far colder than what was happening outside in the summer sun. She consistently volunteered for tasks that allowed her to go outside and avoid interacting with customers. She took out the garbage and cleaned up the outdoor seating area. She refilled the napkin holders and brought up supplies from the basement. Anything to not interact with people.

Bill’s dad, Lester, and uncle Hank were the ones who actually made the ice cream and Charlie volunteered to help them too, although that only served to make her even colder, working in the kitchen prepping the ingredients for them. On a cold, rainy evening when even the temperature outside had dropped down to the 60s and no one was coming in for ice cream, Charlie broke down and put on a sweatshirt. Her fingers felt numb and her nose was running from the cold in the shop.

“Man, I’m jealous I didn’t bring one today,” Debbie, who was working the shift with her, eyed the oversized hoodie Charlie had put on.

“I’m sorry,” she felt genuinely bad for the other girl. She could see the goosebumps all over her arms and legs. “Maybe after I warm up a bit, you can borrow it for a while,” she offered.

“Yeah, thanks,” Debbie smiled at her.

It was getting dark outside and no one seemed to be coming in tonight in this rain. Debbie pulled out a sandwich she had brought for herself for dinner break and ate it sitting in front of the cash register. Charlie decided to restock the fridge with the beverages that had some empty spaces for additional water bottles and sodas. She went down to the basement to get them and stood at the open fridge neatly placing the bottles on shelves when Bill walked through the door. She gave him a quick ‘hi’ over her shoulder and turned back to the fridge to continue what she had been doing.

“When you’re done with that, come into my office,” Bill told her going behind the counter.

She didn’t think anything of it at the moment, calling out a quick ‘ok’ as a confirmation, but when she walked into his office, the angry look on his face made her stomach immediately tangle into knots.

“Close the door,” he told her when she walked in. She did, coming to stand in front of Bill’s desk. “You’re out of uniform,” he told her, scanning over her body. She looked down at herself. The oversized hoodie came down past the hem of her skirt.

“No, no, I have it on,” she pulled up at the edge of the sweatshirt to show him the skirt and tank top underneath it. Bill was shaking his head.

“Except if a customer came in, they wouldn’t see it at all. They wouldn’t know whether you were an employee or just another customer,” he leaned back in his chair, his elbow on his desk. “This is in your contract, that you are to be in uniform at all times when you’re on shift and that no alterations are allowed to be made to the uniform.”

“I’m sorry,” Charlie said quietly. She wondered whether he was going to fire her over this.

“It’s also in your contract that reprimand for employee lack of compliance is at the discretion of management,” he told her. Charlie nodded. Bill got up, walked to the door, turning the lock, then came to stand over her. She was eye-level with his chest and afraid to look up at his face. “Take the sweatshirt off,” he told her. She did, holding it in her hands in front of herself. Bill took it from her and tossed it on his desk, then sat down in the straight chair on her side of the desk. “So what you’re going to do now, Charlotte, is lay yourself right across my lap right here, facing the door, and get a spanking.” She stood staring at Bill, her eyes wide. Part of her was waiting for him to smile and say that he was kidding. But he wasn’t saying it. She stood frozen in her spot. Was he for real? He was actually going to spank her as a reprimand? She’d rather have her pay docked or hours cut or anything else that sounded like an appropriate workplace punishment. “Now, Charlotte,” he patted his thighs, his expression entirely serious. She stepped closer and after another moment of hesitation, he pulled her down onto himself.

Her breath caught, her feet sliding out from under her as she landed in his lap. Bill didn’t hesitate, pulling her skirt up over her ass and her panties down to her thighs. She felt the blood drain to her face, burning hot in her cheeks at being exposed to him. He landed heavy-handed slaps across her butt cheeks that stung tremendously. She felt hot tears shoot out like sparks from her eyes, while her brain simultaneously tried to calm her, saying that this wasn’t half as painful as when Jet, her mom’s boyfriend, beat her with his belt. There was a different type of insult to this injury, something embarrassing and sexual that gave Charlie conflicted feelings about this situation. She brought her hands to her face, trying to restrain herself from crying out loud. He stopped after a dozen or so hits and Charlie felt the burning sensation on her ass. His hand smoothed down her aching butt cheek and snuck its way between her legs, brushing over her pussy in a quick move. “Get up,” he commanded her. Charlie struggled to get her feet back under her and right herself. Bill looked her over, smirking. “That should warm you up real good.”

She pulled her panties back up into place, adjusting her skirt and wiping at her face, and went straight into the bathroom after Bill let her leave. She splashed cold water over her face and redid her ponytail, trying to calm herself enough to go back out front and face Debbie.

“What happened?” Debbie looked at her wide-eyed when she came back out to the front. Charlie shook her head.

“Just… got in trouble over wearing the sweatshirt,” she shrugged.

“Oh,” Debbie just stared back at her, smartly choosing not to ask anything else.

Bill tossed the sweatshirt back to her when they were closing up the shop. She waited until she was in Layla’s car to pull it on. She confided in Layla about getting into trouble, but not about the spanking. Bill had reminded her before she left his office that she was not to discuss anything that goes on at the shop with anyone else, that she had signed an agreement stating she wouldn’t. And now she was actually scared about what would happen if she did.

She worked the closing shift and now it was way past eleven and she just wanted to go to bed. Of course, when she walked into Chase’s apartment, he had a friend there, sitting on the sofa, playing Super Nintendo and drinking beers. She needed to get her own place.

“Hey, Charlie, you remember my friend John? From high school?” Charlie vaguely remembered. He was really smart and mom always pointed him out as an example to Chase. She nodded.

“Hey,” she plopped down in the chair, wincing immediately because her ass was still sore from the spanking.

“Hey,” John gave her a quick glance. “You ok?”

“It’s just been a rough day at work,” she told them. “I’m exhausted.”

“Oh…” Chase thought for just a minute. “Do you want to go crash in my bed? I’ll take the sofa tonight?”

“That sounds excellent, thanks,” she didn’t hesitate to get up and leave the room.

“Nice seeing you again,” John called out as she left the room.

“You too.” Charlie was under the covers and out cold within five minutes. It’s been ages since she’s slept in a bed and she didn’t even care at the moment that Chase had his girlfriend, Amanda, over several nights a week and she had no idea when he last changed his sheets.

Amanda was actually the one who came up with an idea for the no bra issue that Charlie had been struggling with when wearing the work uniform. She picked Charlie up from work one day and eyed her skeptically, lingering her gaze over her chest. Charlie looked down to see her hard nipples pointing out through the tank top and rolled her eyes.

“I’m not allowed to wear a bra under this, it supposedly messes with the esthetic of the uniform if the bra straps are showing,” she explained to Amanda.

“Geez,” Amanda pulled out of the parking lot. “And those headlights you all point at the customers don’t?” Charlie giggled. “That has a built-in shelf bra, right?”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t do much for my 32Cs.”

“Right, but what I was just thinking is that it could hold something else, something that would help with the nipple situation,” Amanda told her.

“Like what?” Charlie watched the brunette in her mid-20s consider this for a moment, her expression shifting as she thought.

“How about shoulder pads? You can probably get some cheap at some thrift shop. I might even have some in some old jacket I don’t wear anymore that I could cut out and give you. I think they would do the trick.” It wasn’t a bad suggestion.

The shoulder pads definitely did the trick and looked quite unnoticeable, Charlie thought. She got through three full shifts using them before, after staring her down for a long minute, Bill called her back into his office. It was a somewhat busy weekday afternoon. There wasn’t a line out of the door, but people came and went in a pretty constant stream. There were three of them at the counter and she had been filling orders for the other two girls, avoiding having to talk to the customers. Bill closed and locked the door after she walked through it and she felt the lump in her throat again.

He came closer to her and she tried to back away from him, but within two steps, her back hit the wall and she was trapped. Bill reached out for her, unceremoniously pulling down the front of her tank top, letting her breasts and the shoulder pads spill out. Charlie’s breath caught as she stood in front of him, exposed, again.

“What the hell is this?” He asked her, his brow furrowed.

“I… umm… thought that it would look more professional and discreet if umm… my nipples weren’t showing through the tank top,” she stammered, staring down at the floor where the shoulder pads that Amanda had given her were now laying at her feet.

“No,” Bill shook his head. “This is unacceptable.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest. “This is an unauthorized alteration of your uniform.”

“I’m sorry,” she squeaked out, wanting so badly to pull her tank top back up over her breasts, but being afraid to do so until Bill told her she could.

“I really didn’t expect, Charlotte, that of all the girls, you’d be the one giving me all this trouble.” Her face flushed as she looked down. She really had never been in trouble anywhere before, except at home. Her teachers never had cause to call home or send her to the principal’s office. Bill backed away, sitting down in the straight chair again and Charlie could guess what was coming. “Across my lap, now,” Bill demanded. Charlie instinctively moved to pull up her tank top over her breasts but Bill interrupted her. “No,” he barked. “Keep them out until I tell you you can put them away.”

Charlie came closer to him, her eyes on the brink of tears, and Bill pulled her down across his lap baring her ass for the spanking. Her breasts pressed against the fabric of his jeans, nipples already hard and jostling against him as she received the slaps on her ass. This was humiliating and yet there was that barely perceptible feeling that there was something arousing about it too. Especially in that moment when Bill brushed his hand down between her legs again. This time, he didn’t pull away as quickly either, his fingers pressed into her slit and against her entrance. Charlie stayed still, holding her breath.

“You know what,” Bill’s fingers pulled away and he grasped her underneath her arms, pulling her upright, “seeing as how this is your second offense already and you are now causing me a certain amount of discomfort with those tits and ass of yours,” Charlie looked over at him after pulling her panties back up over her tender ass.

Bill was undoing the belt and fly on his pants where she could see an impressively sized erection straining against the zipper. Charlie froze, watching him. There was a smirk on his face as he pulled his massive, hard cock through the fly of his boxers, stroking it in his hand. He crooked his finger, calling her over, even though she was standing right next to him. She took a step closer and he pointed a finger to the floor between his wide-open knees. Charlie came to stand between them, trying to keep her eyes on Bill’s face and not on his cock. Her heart raced thinking about what he’d want her to do next.

“Kneel down, Charlotte,” he told her. She wasn’t sure whether she did it because she didn’t know how else to respond, or because her legs grew weak under her and she just plain sank down to the floor. “I need your mouth on my dick.” She breathed out heavily, trying to figure out whether there was anything she could say to avoid doing this. Nothing was coming to mind. “Don’t think of it as punishment, think of it as… I get to determine what your tasks throughout the day are, while you’re at work and I’m paying you, and right now, I decided that your task is to suck my dick. So get to it, before I start docking your pay.”

Charlie lowered her mouth down towards his waiting cock, reaching her tongue to circle the tip. Bill watched her as she licked down the underside of his shaft towards his balls and brought her tongue back up, taking the head in between her lips. He groaned. She licked around the tip before sliding more of his cock into her mouth. Her lips stretched around his rigid erection, moving up and down, taking an increasing amount of him into her mouth each time. Soon she was at her limit of how far she could take him, though his cock was not yet fully inside her mouth. She came back up the shaft, licking it all over and applying suction with her lips, and then plunged back down onto it.

She had that mixed-up feeling inside her again, the same one she had while Bill spanked her. This felt humiliating and uncomfortable, being forced to suck her boss’s dick, having it be used as a reprimand. He was likely twice her age and despite being nineteen, she felt like a misbehaving child at this moment, on her knees in front of him. And yet at the same time, there was that flicker of arousal as well. She could feel her thighs clenching and her panties growing damp as she continued to move her mouth over Bill’s sizable cock. He wasn’t an unattractive man. He was in good shape, had a thick head of hair and facial features that would probably be considered handsome by most. But this wasn’t a romantic situation! Charlie tried to will her body not to become turned on because this wasn’t a hookup, this wasn’t a date or anything she would have ever chosen to do.

“God, you’re so good with that mouth of yours,” Bill growled. “You must do this a lot, huh? It’s always the quiet ones, the ones you expect the least, who end up surprising you by being dirty little sluts.”

She wasn’t in the position to argue with him. She honestly wasn’t sure whether her experience warranted being called a slut or not. There had been a couple of guys in high school and a couple more since she’s been in college, but she had no one else to compare to. Layla was from a somewhat religious family and had thus far remained a virgin. Maybe Bill was right, maybe she was a slut. Mom’s boyfriend, Jet, thought so too, dishing out his accusation along with his version of punishment when she had stayed out all night.

Yet tears still stung at her eyes at the thought and she averted them from Bill, doubling down on her efforts to get him to come so that she could be done with this and leave his office. His hands reached down to her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples between his fingers. The way he pulled on them bordered on painful, which made Charlie even more determined to get this over with. She sped up her rhythm of taking his cock in and pulling back, trying to give him firmer suction. She grasped the lower part of his shaft with her hand, pumping it at the same time.

“Oh yeah,” she could feel that he was close. “Swallow every drop, baby,” was Bill’s warning to her that he was coming. She felt his hot, salty cum shoot into her mouth and she swallowed in calm, measured gulps. He gave her a pat on the cheek when she pulled away from his deflating cock. “That was good. Put those tits away and get back to work.”

The other girls didn’t say anything to her when she returned, after a visit to the bathroom to wash her face, rinse her mouth and readjust her clothes. Charlie realized, as the weeks went on, that she wasn’t the only one Bill summoned into his office for various assignments that had nothing to do with operating the ice cream parlor. Everyone seemed to keep it quiet and not discuss what was going on. Bill no longer needed the excuse of a reprimand to call her into his office, but she noticed that he only did this at times when the shop wasn’t busy and when his father and uncle weren’t there. She wondered whether they knew about what he was doing and whether telling them would be in breach of the confidentiality agreement. It shouldn’t be, she thought, since they were owners of this place too. But they were both grumpy older men in their sixties who seemed largely unapproachable and took little interest in the girls who worked the front of the store. She could never pull it together enough to mention something to them.

“Charlotte, in my office,” Bill called her in from the doorway. It was a dull, grey day with intermittent drizzle breaking through the oppressively humid air outside. They had a few customers at lunchtime, but it was a weekday when the line didn’t truly form until after 6 pm. At this point, Bill had her suck him off on three separate occasions. Her strategy each time was to get it over with as quickly as possible and get out of there.

He wasn’t entirely hard when he sat down in the chair and took his cock out of his pants, pumping it in his fist. He beckoned her to come closer and reached up for her breast when she was within an arm’s reach of him. He kneaded it roughly in his hand before pulling the front of her tank top down from each of her breasts, exposing them both. His hand moved to her shoulder, pressing down on it to signal her to kneel. She did.

“Why do you always need an invitation?” He sounded annoyed. “You know what I want you to do, just get on your knees and suck my dick, Charlotte.” She lowered her mouth over him, taking him in, licking around the head of his cock, moving her lips down the shaft. Her hand came up to stroke the shaft, working in tandem with her mouth, and she felt him thicken and lengthen between her lips. She wasn’t naive enough to think that this was legal, that Bill could actually use her this way and be protected by the law in doing it. But he kept bringing up those contracts she signed and she felt that in some inadvertent way this was her fault. She had signed on for this, she had allowed this to happen, and she wouldn’t be able to complain about the consequences to any sort of authority. “You know what, get up,” Bill suddenly told her. She pulled her mouth away immediately and got back up on her feet. Was she not doing a good enough job today? Maybe this would work to her benefit and he would just let her go. She hadn’t thought of working this angle before, of doing a terrible job and him not wanting her to finish. His hand came up between her legs, underneath her skirt, fingers roughly pressing her panties into her slit, rubbing her. “You feel like you’re ready to have your pussy fucked,” he concluded, a nasty grin spreading over his face. A new wave of panic was flooding over Charlie taking her breath away. She found herself shaking her head at his statement. His fingers moved aside the damp crotch of her panties and connected with her skin to skin. “Well, your pussy is definitely ready. I want you to bend over my desk.” She was still shaking her head. Blow jobs were one thing, but this was much more serious in Charlie’s mind. “I’m not asking you here, you are not in the position to tell me no. You work for me and right now your task is to bend over that desk and spread your legs open so that I can fuck you.” Tears spilled out at that point, but Bill wasn’t looking at her face. He had taken a condom out of his pocket and was opening the package to unroll it over his hard cock. He then reached down underneath her skirt and pulled her panties down to her ankles. “Charlotte, you fucking slut, now!” He growled at her.

A sob escaped her as she turned towards Bill’s desk and she bent over at the waist, leaning down on the hard surface with her forearms. Bill pulled back at her waist, bringing her ass back towards himself. She felt the tip of his cock slide through her wet folds and line up with her entrance before he plunged right in, pushing her forward against the desk. He held onto her hips tightly, his fingers digging in, as he plowed into her from behind. She hated that conflicting sensation with a passion, the idea of something terrible happening to her while it also felt pleasurable. She liked being fucked from behind, it hit the right places inside her, making it feel incredible and with Bill’s impressive cock, those sensations were just so much more intense. She liked the urgent speed with which he drilled her, having never been a fan of slow and gentle. Her body was buzzing with arousal as she felt herself getting closer to an orgasm and she hated herself for it. She wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this.

The sob was replaced with a moan as Bill slammed deep inside her and she tripped over the edge, throbbing around his cock. He grunted, no doubt feeling exactly what was happening. Charlie buried her face in her hands, embarrassment washing over her at the thought that she must really be a slut to get off on this. She felt Bill drive in deep again and stop there, reaching his release. A moment later he was pulling away from her, leaving her to catch her breath, still leaning down over his desk. After he had cleaned himself up, he pulled up her panties, giving her a smack on the ass.

“I think you enjoyed that a lot more than you thought you would,” he announced smugly. Charlotte straightened up, adjusting her tank top back over her breasts and wiping at her face with her hands. “Don’t get a ride home tomorrow, I’m going to drive you.”

“No, that’s ok,” she was shaking her head at him, new panic building.

“We’re gonna take a little work-related field trip,” Bill was returning behind his desk into his rolling desk chair.

“I can get a ride home, it’s ok. You don’t have to drive me.” She didn’t want to spend any more alone time with Bill than she absolutely had to.

“Like I said, it’s work-related and I need you to do this. It’s not optional,” he looked up at her.

“My brother is going to worry if I am not home by a certain time,” she tried to play that card, not knowing whether this meant anything to Bill or not. He just smirked at her.

“You’re going to tell your brother that you have to work late and that your boss will drive you home afterward,” he told her. “Get back out there, Charlotte,” he waved a hand dismissing her.

She had no idea what Bill had planned, but she didn’t like the idea of going anywhere with him. What could he possibly want to do with her tomorrow night that he wasn’t already doing in his office at the ice cream shop? The thought kept her awake all night, swirling around in her head, not allowing her to let go. She wondered what would happen if she had Chase come to pick her up at closing anyway, despite what Bill had instructed her to do. Would he turn her brother away, tell him to leave? Would he postpone whatever he had planned for another night? Would he punish her again? Getting another spanking might be preferable to whatever else he had planned at this point.

But she went with it. She arranged no ride for herself that night and closed up the shop with Bill, watching Debbie and Olivia who also worked that night drive away in their cars. Her feet ached from being on them for her six-hour shift. She waited at Bill’s side while he locked the door and gestured towards his BMW. She followed him sitting down in the leather-upholstered passenger seat when Bill opened the door for her. They were quiet during the drive, as Charlie carefully watched where they were going out her window. They crossed over into the next town along the county road and Bill pulled off into what looked like an industrial area. There was some sort of a warehouse just off the road and empty blackness around it, which made Charlie nervous. She looked over to Bill’s face, illuminated in the greenish light from his dashboard and headlights. He seemed calm and focused as the tires crunched on the gravel. There was another large warehouse behind the first and in between them, several dozen cars were parked in neat rows, as if in a neatly arranged parking lot. It took Charlie aback a little – the sight was unexpected based on the emptiness that she expected just a minute ago.

Bill didn’t park among the rows of cars, pulling right up to the side of the warehouse instead and cutting the engine. He came around to open Charlie’s door and offered her his hand to help her out, but she didn’t take it. He guided her over to a door near which he parked with his hand on the small of her back. Her brain was racing, trying to figure out what the hell was going on now, but coming up blank. Bill turned the knob on the door then paused, looking right at Charlie’s face.

“This is still work. I’m going to pay you overtime for this, so this falls under the non-disclosure. You don’t discuss this with anyone, understood?” He looked intently at her, waiting for confirmation. She nodded. What else could she do at this point?

Bill opened the door, leading her down a dimly lit hallway. They turned the corner and Charlotte was surprised to see a large man sitting on a stool at the end of the hall next to another door. He stood up when they approached and greeted them with a nod.

“Hey Bucky,” Bill reached out a hand which the other man shook. “Good turn out tonight?”

“Not bad, not bad. Especially for a Thursday night,” Bucky replied in a booming voice.

Bill opened the door then and a wall of sound suddenly hit Charlie. There was loud music playing mixed with sounds of voices, talking, whooping, cheering. She couldn’t see anything yet though because of the black curtain a few feet away from the door that Bill had just opened. He ushered her in, his hand still pressing against the small of her back, then brushed aside the curtain. Charlie’s senses were assaulted again with an unexpected visual to accompany the noise.

It was a strip club. Charlie had never been to one, but she definitely recognized it as such. There was a T-shaped stage in the middle where three topless girls were dancing simultaneously to the booming music. Small round tables were scattered around it and an impressively large bar to the left with two bartenders hustling to make drinks. The pair of waitresses serving drinks wore what looked like sequined bikinis along with impossibly high heels and nothing else. Charlie scrambled to think of why Bill would have brought her here. There was no way he could force her to strip. She wouldn’t do it. She’d give up the job and pay the penalty and take whatever other punishment he would think up, but she was not going to strip in front of people. It was out of the question.

Bill tugged on her hand, pulling her along towards the right and another black curtain. There was a bouncer sitting on a stool there who nodded at Bill and Bill extended his hand out to him as well, shaking it. Unlike the first guy who basically ignored her, this man scanned her up and down with a smirk on his face. She was still in her Lucious Cones uniform with a pair of ankle socks and Chucks on her feet. Her long copper brown hair was up in a high ponytail with a velvet black scrunchy. She definitely didn’t look like she belonged in this place.

He pushed through the curtain where there were a couple of feet of empty space before another door. Bill opened it, pulling Charlie along behind him by the hand. There was music playing here too, but it wasn’t as loud and the noises in here were of a different variety. Charlie didn’t know where to look, though quite honestly, she didn’t want to see any of it. At one side of the room, there was a small stage where a man sat in a chair and a girl dressed only in a G-string, kneeled in front of him sucking his cock. She seemed to be really into it, moaning as she made a show of licking up and down the medium-sized shaft in front of her and took it deep into her mouth, pressing her nose down against his crotch. As soon as Charlie realized what was happening, she looked away, only to find the audience, at small cocktail tables scattered around in front of the stage, was in various states of participation with the couple on stage. There were men stroking their cocks, topless women, women whose heads bobbed up and down in men’s laps, and even a couple who was obviously having sex, with the woman riding the man’s cock while sitting in his lap, facing him. Charlie’s gaze switched to the floor as Bill gave her hand a tug, pulling her along behind himself again.

They approached a table off to the side of the stage that had a reserved sign on it. Bill pulled out a chair, motioning for Charlie to sit, then pulled the second chair up close to her side and sat down too. Charlie kept her eyes down on her hands in her lap. The sounds filling the room were enough to make her blush crimson and feel extremely uncomfortable, she didn’t want the visual burned into her brain.

“It’s ok to look,” Bill told her softly, close to her ear, in a voice that was kinder than anything she’s heard from him before. She shook her head no. “People who come here want to be watched, no one is forced to be here against their will.”

“Except me,” she replied, tilting her head slightly toward Bill, to make sure he heard her.

“Fair enough,” he sighed. “I want you to watch the girl on stage.” Charlie shook her head again. She didn’t want to watch the girl on stage, it was weird. Bill gave her a minute, then continued talking. “This is my club, I own this place. There isn’t really anything else like this in the area so it draws people from all around. Most of the people out there are patrons. The only person out there that you can see, whom I employ is the girl on stage. Her name’s Margot and she worked for me at Luscious Cones a couple of years ago.” Charlie looked up at his face then. Bill just nodded, as if to confirm that it was true. “And I am not forcing her to do this, she’s doing it entirely willingly and is getting paid for it. The rest of the women out there, they are just…” he shrugged, “people who enjoy watching or being watched. Who get off on public displays. They are mostly couples who come here together to participate in the atmosphere. Once in a while, there are women who come alone, looking to hook up. They pay admission or a membership fee to enter and then guys pay an extra fee for Margot or one of the other girls I have who do this.” Charlie looked away from his face again, looking down at her lap. “Margot does blow jobs and there are a couple of others who do too. I have a few girls who just do hand jobs, they won’t put their mouth on the guys at all. I have a girl who does footjobs,” Charlie looked up at Bill again, her eyes wide, “yeah, that’s a thing. There are girls who let themselves be tied up and spanked and stuff while the guy jerks himself off. And they all do it because they want to, and well… because I pay them to.” He was quiet for a minute and Charlie’s mind raced trying to figure out what he wanted her to do. “Come here,” Bill wrapped his arms around her, pulling her out of the chair and into his lap.

She sat with her back to his front and he wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing his other hand up to her face and tilting her chin up so she’d look at the stage. Margot was taking the guy deep into her mouth while the guy had thrown his head back and closed his eyes, probably close to coming. He suddenly jerked upright, pulling his cock away from Margot’s mouth, and shot cum over her face and breasts while she held her tongue out to catch it like snowflakes. When he was all spent, he took his partially erect cock, dragging it through the cum on Margot’s face and sticking it back out for her to lick clean. She did. The guy put his cock away, zipping up his pants, and walked off the stage. Margot walked over to the wings of the stage and wiped her face and chest with a towel. Another man was already coming up to the stage when she returned and she approached him, smiling pleasantly. The man, who looked to be in his 50s, said something to her and she nodded along, then sat down on the stage floor on her ass, with her back to the audience, placed her hands behind herself for support, and threw her head back, opening her mouth. The man had taken out his cock already, stroking his erection, and came to stand over her, facing the audience, his legs spread wide over her body, feeding his cock into her mouth. Margot seemed to be in a more passive role this time as the man moved, fucking her mouth. Charlie couldn’t imagine doing this, sucking guys off one after another, back to back, without a break. As if he knew what Charlie was thinking, Bill spoke into her ear.

“She’s making $40 per guy right now. She can probably do… three guys in an hour. And then she’s done for the night. Another girl will come on and do her thing or some patron couple with come up and fuck in front of everyone if that’s their kink. But she can walk away with 120 bucks cash for an hour of work this evening. It takes you three days of six-hour shifts to earn that now. And that’s before taxes.” Charlie wondered why he made the comparison, but he made that clear in the next moment. “I wanted to offer you one of the slots, an opportunity to earn some extra cash.” Charlie looked back over her shoulder at Bill. “I’m serious. You’re really good at blow jobs and pretty efficient too. You could probably do four guys in an hour, easily, and they wouldn’t even feel gypped, because it’s that good. I think you could really use the money Charlotte.” She shook her head. “I wouldn’t offer this to just anyone,” his hand was moving up her thigh, underneath her skirt. “It’s a whole number of things that really make this perfect for you. I’m not bringing any of the other girls here. But I think you could really benefit from this.”

“I can’t. And I don’t want to,” Charlie found her words. “I don’t want to be sucking random guys’ dicks and I definitely don’t want to be doing it in front of an audience.”

“You didn’t want me to fuck you yesterday either, but you got off on it. I think there are just things that you haven’t discovered yet that you would actually enjoy.” Bill told her confidently, his hand rubbing her inner thigh.

“I didn’t like it!” She whisper yelled at him. That wasn’t entirely true. She didn’t like the scenario in which it happened, with him being her boss and ordering her to do it, but the sensation of it, the way it felt while he was inside her, that felt good. Still, given the choice, she wouldn’t want to do it again.

“Your orgasm told me otherwise,” Bill smirked. His fingers reached the edge of her panties, dipping beneath it, and moving towards her slit. She squirmed in his lap while he slid his fingers between her folds. “I think you have just the right combination of skill and need for the money.”

“I don’t want to do it,” she reiterated to him.

“There is another option,” he told her, his fingers still moving through her folds. It felt good and Charlie felt so tempted to give into this feeling. “If it’s primarily the public aspect of it that’s bothering you, that you don’t want to do it on stage in front of an audience, there are private booths too.” He used his hand that had been wrapped around her waist to point out the curtained-off booths at the far end of the room. “There are certain guests that enjoy watching the show but prefer to get off in private. There’s not as much demand for it in a place like this and it pays 25 bucks per blow job, but it’s still three and a half times what you’re making now slinging ice cream and just blowing me, so maybe that’s something you would consider.”

“No,” Charlie replied without hesitation. He pressed a finger inside her firmly and she found herself leaning her back into him. His hardon pressed against her back and she immediately tried to scoot away from him, but there was nowhere to go. His left arm was once again around her waist, holding her to him, while the right hand was under her skirt, threatening to dissolve her into a quivering pile of jelly.

“You should think about this, Charlotte. Don’t be so quick to dismiss this,” he spoke into her neck and his breath somehow worked to turn her on too. Charlie didn’t understand this effect that he was able to have on her. It seemed utterly inexplicable to her why he could force her into these sexual situations that she didn’t want and still make it feel so good.

The girl on stage was now taking another load of cum, this time down her throat while the man grunted above her, holding onto the back of her head with one hand. A woman in the audience screamed out loudly in ecstasy, apparently coming too as the man at her side leaned over her, his hand between her legs and his mouth on her exposed nipple. And Charlie’s embarrassment at seeing all this was somehow making her slicker with arousal. What she hated more than her body’s reaction was the fact that Bill knew this was happening. He already had another finger in her, working them both in and out of her at an increased pace and his thumb rubbed the path through her folds up to her clit, threatening to send her over the edge.

“Charlotte, how’d you get so wet for me?” He sounded like was teasing her, his mouth right up against her ear. No doubt he was insinuating that in some subconscious way she was enjoying this, being in public, watching others, having him touch her. It had to be subconscious because consciously she felt awkward and embarrassed.

Margot had left the stage and another girl came out, also topless and wearing just a G-string and heels. Charlie found herself watching her, wondering what she was going to do, when Bill rubbed his thumb over her clit with increasing speed and pressure, triggering her orgasm. Charlie gasped, closing her eyes, the zinging sensations rocketing through her body. Somewhere on the periphery of her senses, she felt Bill move to release his cock from his pants behind her, but it wasn’t fully registering. He pushed her up onto her feet and she felt her legs wobbly and weak from the climax that hasn’t entirely receded yet. She opened her eyes to see the girl on stage sitting up on a high stool, entirely naked now, playing with herself using a large dildo. Her face looked as if she were really enjoying it. Her eyes were open and she seemed to be looking out into the audience.

Bill pulled her panties down her legs and then wrapped his arm around her waist again, pulling her back into his lap. Except for this time, he was sitting her down onto his cock and Charlie gasped again. She could feel him sliding into her opening, the warm, thick head of his cock stretching her apart and filling her as he thrust from below.

“No, no, no,” she protested, turning to look at him over her shoulder. “I can’t, you can’t, no,” she stammered, trying to pull up and away from him. Bill’s grasp on her was strong and she could get out of it.

“Shh,” his voice was right in her ear again. “Relax. Watch Katie on stage. I think you are enjoying what she’s doing.” He continued to thrust into her, not missing a beat.

“Bill, stop,” Charlie hissed over her shoulder, her hands trying to pry away his arm that looped around her waist, holding her to him. “I’m not on the pill, Bill, please, you can’t do this!”

“I won’t come inside you, Charlotte, I promise,” he seemed completely calm, unworried, even though everything inside Charlie was screaming. “I can control myself,” he tried to reassure her. “God, you are so tight and wet right now it’s incredible,” he breathed out. “I’m just going to enjoy this incredible pussy of yours for a bit, and then I’m gonna pull out and finish in your mouth.”

No part of that statement calmed her in the least. They were still in the club, there were still people everywhere. Their table may have been more discreet, off to the side of the stage, but people could still see them! The idea of being down on her knees, sucking Bill off while anyone could watch her was mortifying. She continued to struggle to get out of his grasp, which seemed to tighten on her.

“Charlotte, I hate to admit this to you,” Bill’s breathing was labored, “but you fighting me is a huge turn-on.” She stilled immediately and he laughed. “No, no, keep it up, this is fucking awesome,” he told her, still driving into her. She didn’t know what to do. They were surrounded by people, this was happening out in the open, what would happen if she just called out for help? Would anyone react, would anyone take her seriously? Maybe nobody would care, they’d think it was part of some sort of performance. This was Bill’s place, these bouncers worked for him. “Climb off,” he instructed, releasing his arm from around her waist and pulling up on her hips. She jumped right up, glad that was over. “Get down and finish me off.” She stumbled, turning, her panties still down around her ankles. Bill had a smirk on his face. His hard cock sat up straight in his lap, glistening with her juices. “Now, Charlotte. Come on, you can do it real quick baby, you already had me so close with your tight little pussy.”

Real quick, she told herself. Get it over with it. Just like in Bill’s office. She kneeled between his legs, covered his cock with her mouth, and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to think about any of the other people in the room who might see this, who might be watching her. She sucked Bill hard and deep, tasting her own pussy on his cock, and had him coming within a minute. His cock twitched against the roof of her mouth, sending streams of cum down her throat and she calmly swallowed, sucking him dry.

The first thing she did when she was done was shimmy her panties back up underneath her skirt. They were soaked and felt cold now against her skin. Her brain reeled with what she had just done. It seemed unreal. This wasn’t her.

“You did really well,” Bill was smiling, tucking himself back in. Charlie looked around. No one seemed to be looking in their direction. She sank down into the chair next to Bill. “Think about it, Charlotte,” Bill leaned an arm on the back of her chair, speaking close to her ear. “I don’t offer this kind of opportunity to just anyone. There is not a single other girl at Luscious Cones who sucks a dick as well as you do.” It felt like a stabbing pain in the gut, the idea that he would know this with certainty. “You are so good at it and you need the money. This place isn’t seasonal, this is year-round work. You put in just a few hours a week here and you’d be set with rent and a car and tuition and whatever else you need. Don’t be so quick to dismiss it.”

She shook her head again. She didn’t want to do this. She didn’t want to be in front of people, she didn’t want to be sucking strangers’ cocks, she didn’t want to work for Bill. Money or not.

They were quiet in the car as Bill drove her home. It was nearly 2 am. When he pulled up in front of Chase’s apartment building, Bill reminded her that she is not to mention any of this to anyone. That she would face major legal repercussions if she broke the agreement she signed. Charlie stood in the shower for a long time when she got upstairs, just letting the hot water run over all of her. She’s never had a guy go bare inside her and although she had to admit, it felt pretty damn good, it was extremely scary and nerve-wracking.

Bill didn’t pressure her to change her mind about working at his club. He continued to call her into his office occasionally and would always ask her whether she’d take him up on his offer, but she continued to decline. She wasn’t interested. She couldn’t wait for the ice cream season to be over, for this place to finally close, and for her to never see Bill again.

He called her into his office again through the door that stood open, without getting up from his desk. It was the end of her shift, she had been so close to getting out the door and waiting for Chase outside and now she was already making up excuses in her head for what she would tell her brother about why she was late. He looked up when she entered the doorway.

“Your brother just called, said he was running late to pick you up,” Bill told her. Charlie breathed out.

“Ok, thanks,” she was going to go wait outside anyway.

“This is actually kinda perfect because it’s been days since I’ve had your mouth on me,” he winked at her. “Close the door.”

“I was just on my way out, it’s the end of my shift,” she tried to get out of it.

“I’ll pay you the extra hour, close the door.” Charlie sighed, wondering whether she could decline and what would happen if she did. She hated the idea that sucking Bill’s cock was part of her job.