Go find Mike

Even with a flaming torch in hand, the darkness, and the cold, as you descend the first stairway, is shocking. Beyond the aura of the flickering torch it's like nothing exists at all. You shudder, and feel goose pimples forming on your skin, then look down and notice your nipples, almost painfully hard. The cold cant be natural. You've never explored the furthest reaches of the cellars, but you've also never wanted to, so you have no idea what's down there. But they seem to go on far further than could possibly be practical.

Your nipples rub against the dress as you continue down the steps, and now you really cant tell if it's pain or pleasure. You stop, with no one else around, and curiously pinch your right nipple. FUCK. Its like a jolt of electricity through your body.. Or a violent shiver. You try the other one, with the same effect, FUUUCK. And then somehow you're back to thinking about Brad's hardness, rubbing against your lips...

Ok this is not the time or place.

The steps feel long because its so foreboding, but it's actually not far at all, and you're quickly at the bottom. Breathing heavily. Maybe its just fear that has you so aroused?

The stairs open out into a large room, with the outline of multiple other rooms and corridors fading to darkness off to the left, but to the right just one large very solid looking wooden door. A small window shows that there's light inside, so you're in the right place. You knock loudly, and sure enough after a few moments hear Mike's voice.

"Natalie! Back for round two already.... I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away. Come in for daddy like a good little slut.."

So your suspicions were right. You savour the feeling of being right momentarily, but this is now awkward and you're not sure what to say. Also as much as the image of Natalie on all fours being pounded by your slimy manager is gross, it's also somehow kind of fascinating. Maybe it's your current nipple situation, but you can't help but wonder what position they actually do it in, and now you're picturing Mike's dick, sliding in and out, her wet pussy stretching out around him... Or maybe it's your pussy. Fuck. Again, not the time or place.

You cough.

Uhhhh, im not Natalie.. this is, umm, well I'm...

You also suddenly realise your transformation from unnamed Waitress to whatever you are now might be difficult to explain, but at that point, the door swings open, and Mike is standing there, staring at you quizically. Slightly overweight, balding dark hair slicked back. He normally has a general look in his eye you can only describe as malevolent, and especially so right now. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out, and he giggles at you for a moment, before drawling.

"You're Eleanor I see. And apparently our new head Waitress..... Well we'll see about that." He laughs again. "You'd best come in then."

You makes his way further back into the room, and you feel like you have little choice but to follow. As you cross the threshold it feels like you walk into a wall of warm air, and hazy yellow light, the temperature difference a little overwhelming. A few steps in and somehow your nipples are still hard, yet you feel like you're going to start sweating any moment. Although officially it's Mikes 'office', you would describe it more like a den. There is indeed a large oak desk covered in papers in the middle of the room, and a chair, but then behind that a huge wine rack, containing wine bottles certainly, but also all sorts of other items. More chairs sit around a coffee table on the left, a huge soft carpet in the middle. You think maybe sheepskin. And then a large sofa on the right. All with barrels and bottles and wires and boxes piled up around. The overall affect is mafia boss meets pathological hoarder. Finally there's a heavy metal door set into the wall on the left, but there's so many things piled in front of it you don't think it can have been opened for months. The smells of perfume and sweat mix in the air, along with something else you cant quite describe.

Mike sits heavily on the sofa, and stares at you. You're not quite sure what to do, so you stay standing in the middle of the room, awkwardly. Suddenly very conscious of your breathing, and the rise and fall of your chest.

Mike starts speaking again.

"If you want to be Head Waitress in this institution..."

Somewhere you find the courage to interrupt him

How did you know I was a Head Waitress now?!

He gives you a withering look, and sighs

"Im the Manager.. its my job to know things about people. Do not interrupt me again"

"As I was saying, if you want to be Head Waitress I have two simple rules, I don't care much about the day to day running of the Inn. As long as the money keeps coming in you can do what you like. However as befits a person senior to you, you will call me Sir at all times. Do you understand?"

You swallow and nod your head slowly. You can feel a bead of sweat running down your left breast and along your cleavage.

"Good little girl" "I will call you whatever I want, because I can do what I like"

You want to argue, but in the situation it feels wisest to wait, and see what he has to say.

"Secondly, you do what I say. If give you an order you will follow it. Understand?"

You slowly nod your head again, but this time your mouth feels weirdly dry. The one bead of sweat seems to have turned into hundreds all over your body. You don't understand how it's so hot in here.

"That's all. If you cross me, know you will regret it. It may not have escaped your notice that I have some quite unsavoury associates. Otherwise, I'm sure we'll get along famously"

You suddenly realise that the various stories of all sorts of crimes, blackmarket dealings, and organising of disappearences, centred on the Inn, that you thought were complete rumours, are in fact entirely true. You're not sure how you didn't see it before! Especially given the office in the evil cellar situation.

"Now Eleanor, turn around slowly. I want to see you"

You're not exactly sure why, but you do it, suddenly very conscious of the shortness of the dress against your thighs from Mike's position on the sofa, and ofthe sweat and heat pouring off you. This is not at all how you planned the conversation to go. What has happened!? You're blushing heavily, or maybe its just the heat, when you finally get back to facing Mike.

"Excellent. Now finally to seal the deal, and for my first order, come down here and use your head like a good little girl"

He gestures to his crotch, and despite all the conversation so far, you're somehow taken aback.

I, uhhh, I ..... I havent...

He stops you.

"Come now, you were doing so well. I know it's a new skill for you, and I simply want to test out my employees ablilties. Is there a problem?"

How did you....? The confusion shows on your face

"I told you it's a managers job to know. There are many skills for you to gain, but Deepthroat is not a bad start for an accomplished young lady"

Of course. You guess he must be able to see some of peoples stats in general? That would make sense of how he knew your name too. The thought process somehow jars you out of yourself, and you think again some kind of mental manipulation must be happening, even whilst your nipples are burning. Your body wants to touch, to be touched.

Perhaps though, perhaps you can resist? Mike is looking at you expectantly.

"The classic pose is on your knees, Eleanor"

He's taken his member out, and it's standing to attention, waiting, hard and upright for you. It looks..., it looks enticing. You cant help but imagine the feel of it in your mouth. Inside you. Actually your whole body is screaming at you to jump on him. Yet something at the back of your mind is screaming back, no.