Serving the Wolf's Den (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Kalissa Alexander

  “I’m pretty high energy, so that won’t be a problem. However, she did say it would only be three or four nights a week. Not that I couldn’t work more if you needed me,” she added quickly.

  “Have you seen the uniform?”

  “No, Rhonda said she keeps hers in her locker, but she told me and I’m fine with it.”

  Max picked up the telephone. “Katie, come to my office.” He put the phone back down. His eyes came back to hers. He didn’t smile. “Stand up for me.”

  She stood up. With trembling hands she smoothed down her dress that Rhonda had insisted she hem so that it hung mid-thigh. Her insides were jumping around like crazy. Good-looking men always made her nervous, and this one was exceptionally good looking. He had long brown hair past his collar and a day’s growth that only added to his bad-boy appeal. His eyes were an incredible light blue that were startling when you first met him. He also had a long nose and high cheekbones that made her think he might have some Indian blood in him. She hadn’t seen too many men, including Tim, who had what she would call mesmerizing good looks. With everything Rhonda had told her, it seemed strange that she had somehow left out the part about Max being absolutely gorgeous.

  “Now turn around a few times.” Again, she did as he instructed.

  There was a soft knock on the door.

  “Come in,” Max said while his eyes continued to look Maura up and down.

  A woman entered the room that appeared to be in her late thirties. “This is Katie. She helps me keep things running smoothly around here. She’ll take you into the changing room and fit you with a uniform. Try it on, and come back to my office. I want to see you in it.” He walked back behind his desk and started rummaging through some papers. “Oh, and Katie, her name is Maura Dow.”

  Before they reached the door, he said, “Thanks, Katie.”

  Katie turned around and smiled. “You’re welcome, Max.”

  Katie led her through the bar area and down a short corridor to a room that she unlocked with a key that hung from a gold chain around her neck. Rhonda wasn’t big breasted, but she wasn’t flat either. Maura had just assumed having full breasts would be expected in a place like the Wolf’s Den.

  Maura went through the door into what Katie told her was the changing room. It had more than a dozen lockers and a closet that Katie opened using another key from her gold chain. Silently she pushed through the racks of clothing for a few minutes and then pulled out a white, V-necked T-shirt and black pleated piece of cloth. Maura could only surmise it was the skirt that Rhonda had referred to.

  “These should fit you, Maura. You look like you’re about a 36C cup and around a size 8. Am I right?”

  “Yes. You have a good eye.”

  “That’s what Max pays me for. I’m the lead Bitch here.”

  “Right. I guess the bitch thing goes along with the wolf thing, huh?”

  “Max is a salesman and a damned good one. He knows what his customers want, and they’ve always called the servers here Bitches, and he saw no need to change it when he took over. Feeds some fantasy they harbor. I don’t give a shit what they call me as long as they keep throwing money my way every night.”

  “You like working here and for Max?” Maura asked.

  “He’s the best fucking boss I’ve ever had. He’s not too hard on the eyes either. Wish I had a dime for every woman who asked that boy to take her home with him and fuck her.”

  “And does he?” Maura couldn’t believe she had just asked such a stupid and totally inappropriate question. “I’m sorry, that’s none of my business.”

  “You’re damn right, it’s not.” Katie handed Maura the uniform. For a few seconds, she just stared at Maura and then said, “This once, and because he might end up hiring you, I’m going to give you some advice about Max you’d be wise to take to heart. He’s got the kind of sex appeal that draws women to him like bees to honey. You can’t blame the customers for trying and neither does he. But here’s the thing, darling, if you have fantasies about running your hands through those long dark locks of his, don’t. He’ll get rid of you quicker than spit. And that’s a fact.”

  “I’ve no intention of mixing business with pleasure. I’m here to do a job and make money. I don’t need or want anything else.”

  “Make sure you keep it that way. Now put this on, and then Max will see if you’re the kind of Bitch he wants serving his Den. You know how to get back to his office?”

  “I’ll find it. Thanks.”

  “Oh, and ditch the bra. It’s not part of the uniform.”

  When Katie finally walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, Maura breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t been sure if the woman had intended to stand there and watch her disrobe or what. She was totally out of her element here and wasn’t sure what to expect. She undressed quickly and, as she had been told, removed her bra. She was glad her breasts, although large, were firm enough that she could get away without wearing one if she chose, although she never did.

  It didn’t take long to put on the skimpy uniform. Turning, she observed herself in a full-length mirror that hung on the far wall. It was a bit unnerving to see her ample breasts pressing against the T-shirt that dipped low enough to show an abundance of cleavage. Her large areolas and nipples were barely covered, their outline clearly visible through the thin material. The skirt that barely covered the cheeks of her behind made her long shapely legs look even longer than usual. She remembered how Tim had raved about her breasts and legs. But it was her fuckable ass, as he referred to it, that he took the most pleasure in. Giving herself a mental shake, she was reminded that he had told her a lot of things, most of them not true.

  With one final glance in the mirror, she smoothed her long, light-blonde hair that fell in waves down her back. She was glad she had taken Rhonda’s advice and worn a dress and black high heels for the interview, as well as leaving her hair down instead of pinning it up in a bun the way she usually did. The heels set off her legs nicely, and most men liked long hair. Tim had told her it was sexy. Stop thinking about what Tim told you.

  Maura knew she couldn’t delay going back to Max’s office dressed the way she was any longer. Taking a deep breath, she walked out the door that locked with a click behind her, making her jump. She walked quickly through the bar area, catching a glimpse of a young man behind the bar that had stopped what he was doing to watch her pass. She knew if she got the job she would have to get used to men staring at her clad in next to nothing, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. It was a means to an end, an end she desperately needed if she were to get her life back on track.

  Maura found Max’s office easily. She knocked hesitantly against the dark wood grain of the door. In the center was a shiny gold plate that read “Max Andrews, Manager.” Her hands were shaking. She needed to calm down or she was going to ruin any chance she had of impressing Max. Just breathe, she kept repeating in her head before she heard his voice summon her from behind the door.

  She entered, closing the door quietly behind her. On wobbly legs she walked to stand in front of his desk. She watched him raise his eyes that were immediately drawn to her breasts. She felt her nipples stiffen against her will.

  “Nice tits,” he said as if he had just complimented her hairdo. She wondered if he really expected her to say thanks for the vulgar compliment. She remained silent. He might be the “best fucking boss” Katie ever worked for, but he was obviously a man who left a lot to be desired when it came to his regard for women or at least this woman.

  Without commenting on her appearance further, he pushed himself away from his desk and walked to where she was standing. His body towered over hers. She was five foot seven and another couple of inches with heels. He had to be over six feet. His body was so close to hers she could smell the aroma of his woodsy cologne. It would have been better for her nerves if he smelled of sweat and beer.

  “Walk for me,” he ordered, leaning back against the desk with an attitude of indif
ference that only served to increase her discomfort.

  She turned and walked toward the door, then pivoted and walked back without tripping. He didn’t say anything, so she walked around his desk a few times. She hid her hands behind her, hoping to still their shaking.

  “Sit down, Maura, before you fall down,” he ordered. He sat back down behind his desk. He didn’t look impressed.

  “I’m not usually this nervous on interviews.” She tried to defend herself, sliding into the chair in front of his desk. “It’s just that I’m not used to…”

  “Having a man’s eyes roam up and down your body to see if you have a nice ass that wiggles or firm tits that jiggle when you walk on those long legs that a man would love to have wrapped around him while he fucks you?”

  “Something like that,” she whispered, feeling herself blush. No man had ever spoken to her with such insulting vulgarity except Tim, and that had only been in the heat of passion. She didn’t like it. She looked down at her lap that was barely covered and wished there was a hole for her to crawl into. Under different circumstances she would have walked out of the interview without ever looking back.

  “You’re going to have to get used to being talked to and looked at like a sex object if you want to work here. It’s part of the job. And when someone’s speaking to you, for God’s sake look at them,” he ordered. “Don’t shy away like a schoolgirl who’s never heard the word ‘fuck’ before.”

  “What?” Maura’s head snapped up, her eyes now locked with his in shock and embarrassment. They were the clearest blue eyes she had ever seen, and they were looking into her very soul.

  “It won’t only be men ogling you. It will be women, too. They’ll all want to feel that firm round ass of yours when you walk away from them and touch those hard nubs that will make their mouth water when they push money between your tits.” He paused for a second. She forced herself not to break eye contact with him.

  “And you will let them,” he said stressing each syllable. “But that’s as far as it goes. I don’t allow anything more than some cheap feels, you understand? I’m not asking you to prostitute yourself. This is no brothel. I am, however, selling overpriced booze and food, and it’s my Bitches that keep my customers coming back to the Wolf’s Den for more. That fact is I shouldn’t even be considering someone your age for this job. But then again, you’ve got the physical attributes, and maybe,” he said, dropping his voice an octave, “you’ve secretly wanted to get paid to flaunt that beautiful body of yours.” He leaned back in his chair, watching her, waiting for her response.

  “That’s not true. I never thought I’d work in a place where I would dress like this or be talked to like a low-class tart and told that I was expected to allow men or women to touch me because it was all part of the job. However…”

  “However,” he said, his eyes as cold as his voice, “you said exactly what I thought you would. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. You’ve wasted enough of my time.”

  Chapter Three

  Damn him for baiting her into providing an excuse to end the interview. She knew he was right, she should leave, but she wasn’t giving up without a fight. She was already behind on her rent, and she desperately needed to put her bank account right. He had no idea how badly she needed this job. She was pretty much alone in the world with no one to turn to for help.

  Rhonda had told her she could move in with her until she was back on her feet, but that really wasn’t an option. She’d seen Rhonda’s small but homey apartment that was barely big enough for Rhonda and her family. Maura couldn’t let this opportunity just slip through her fingers because she was thought to be too young or inexperienced.

  She had to do something to turn the interview around and fast. It was obvious by the stack of applications on his desk that he had plenty of women to choose from. She had to convince him to hire her, and if it meant humbling herself to do it, then that’s what she would do. Besides, she only had to stay long enough to get out of debt and then she could tell him exactly where he could put his job.

  “You still here?” Max looked up, his expressive blue eyes flashing with annoyance.

  “I want this job,” she said, standing up, putting both hands flat on his desk.

  She looked directly into his eyes. “I can do this. Just because I said it wasn’t something I’ve done before doesn’t mean I can’t do it and do it well. I appreciate your honesty about what to expect, and now I’m going to be honest with you. I’m an excellent server, and I know how to handle myself around men and women when they’re happy, sad, angry, and/or frustrated.” She bit her lip, not breaking eye contact, daring him to tell her to leave.

  “Is that right? Well, you could have fooled me. I don’t hire women who don’t have a clue what it’s like to work in a bar that caters to an after-hours crowd.”

  “I just need a chance to prove myself. You know Rhonda wouldn’t recommend me if she didn’t think I could do the job. Believe me when I tell you that I will not only be one of the best Bitches you’ve ever hired, I’ll be the best. In fact, if after the first week, you don’t think I’m good enough, I’ll give back all my tips.” Where did I find the courage to say that?

  His stare was hard and unnerving, but she didn’t back down. She had to make him believe she wasn’t some naïve kid who couldn’t handle herself when confronted with his more-than-rowdy customers. He continued to stare at her. Don’t cry, or it will all be over.

  “I know you think I’m too young or inexperienced or whatever it is you think, but I’m a lot tougher than you could possibly know. I’ve been on my own since I was eighteen years old, and I know how to take care of myself. I had a lot to learn and I did so in short order, and I’m the better for it. If I have what it takes to make my way alone in this world, I have more than what it takes to work here. You won’t find anyone better.”

  Why wouldn’t he say anything? Had she finally shocked him into silence? Those beautiful eyes that had reflected annoyance a few moments before had now changed to something else she was hard-pressed to identify. Finally, when she couldn’t stand his silence any longer, she spoke. “Does this mean you don’t want me?”

  “Oh, I want you.”

  She felt a slight shiver run up her spine. She could see why women acted foolish around him. He could turn on the charm like a light switch, and to her embarrassment, she felt her nipples harden again. She hoped he hadn’t noticed.

  “Take off your shirt, Maura.”

  She was stunned by his demand, but instinctively she knew if she didn’t do as he said, she could kiss any chance of getting the job good-bye. However, if she did, he would accuse her of being the kind of woman that would do the same for his customers, and that would be reason enough not to hire her. He had once again deliberately put her in a no-win situation. She wasn’t going to run out the door, so that only left her one option.

  She looked down at her breasts. Her nipples were pushing painfully against the lightweight material of her T-shirt. She looked back up to see his eyes glued to her nipples. She weighed her words carefully.

  “Okay. If baring my breasts is the only way to prove to you that I can be one of your Bitches, then I’ll do it. But I’ll never strip for you again, Mr. Andrews, so enjoy the show.”

  “You must need the money pretty bad,” he said, and for the first time, she heard a softness creep into his voice that was practically her undoing. She bit her lip, this time almost drawing blood. With hands that shook, she started to pull the material away from her body.

  “Maura.”

  Unwanted tears began to well up behind her eyelids. She felt her breasts lift upward and then fall as she pulled the material above her head. She knew her nipples, surrounded by her large, dark areolas, were rock hard for his viewing pleasure. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she was enjoying this. She thought she heard him curse. I won’t cry. I won’t give him the satisfaction.

  “God damn it. Didn’t you hear me? I said
that’s enough.”

  Confused, she quickly pulled the T-shirt down to cover herself before she collapsed back into the chair. She forced herself to look at him. It took all her willpower not to burst into tears. She thought for a moment she saw sympathy in his eyes, but it was probably just the lighting.

  “I didn’t expect you to do that, Maura.”

  “Didn’t you? You wanted to know how much I wanted the job, and now you know.”

  She watched him run his hands through his hair before he let out a sigh. “My gut tells me not to hire you. The women that work here are tough and know their way around drunks who want more from them than a drink.” He stopped, closing his eyes. “But Rhonda said you were very smart and quick and that it wouldn’t take long to train you.”

  “She’s right. I’ve always been able to pick things up quickly.”

  He opened his eyes, looking toward the ceiling, talking to himself as if she weren’t there. “She wouldn’t send me someone she didn’t think could handle the customers, or at least learn to.”

  “Please, Mr. Andrews, you won’t be sorry. I promise.” She hated begging, but at this point, begging was nothing compared to what she had just done. Her frayed nerves were making it difficult for her to sit still. It seemed forever before he finally looked at her.

  “You’re hired. When can you start?”

  Before she could answer him, the door to his office swung open and the young man from the bar walked in. He stopped short when he saw her.

  “Sorry. I forgot you were interviewing.”

  “Toby, this is Maura Dow, our new Bitch.”

  “Seriously? You hired her?”

  “I just said that.”

  “Well, I’d say this place is moving up in class.” Toby laughed and stuck out his hand toward Maura. “Welcome to the Wolf’s Den, Maura. I’m Toby.”

  “Thank you. It’s nice to meet you.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, too. I’m sure we’ll being seeing lots of each other since I’m one of the bartenders.”