Good at first, but then things get nasty

Most customers are either businessmen who just need a coffee and a cookie to go or older people who sit down to enjoy a piece of cake. But the longer you work, the more students seem to take interest in the café. In some cases you seem to be the reason for this. A few guys ask if you are new and if you work here regularly. And a few girls also ask how working as a waitress is.

Both old and young are very generous with their tips. And the more time you spend with the younger students, the more generous they become. But despite some flirt attempts and one or two looks at your curves nothing serious happens. A hand full of the guys go so far to ask for your number or invite you to sit a little with them on their table. But you always refuse politely. You have to work and sometimes the café gets surprising full.

After some time, another group of five men enters the café. They look different than the other customers. The youngest seem to be in his late twentieth. The oldest one is at least forty. Two wear business suits, the other tree elegant shirts. Likely business men who take a short break, but for some reason you have a bad feeling about them. The leader of this group, the forty-year-old guy, goes directly to Lucas. They exchange a few words, which you can’t understand, before sitting down on a free table.

“Hey, girl,” Lucas tells you as soon as you are close the next time, “these guys are VIPs take their order quickly and be friendly.”

“Didn’t they ordered by you?” you ask surprised, “I saw one of them talk to you.”

“They want to order from you,” Lucas replies unpolite, “just do your job and stop wasting my time!”

You sigh and leave. You are glad for every moment you must not talk to this jerk. So, you head over to the table and try to act friendly. By now the guys have done nothing wrong.

“Greetings,” you greet friendly, “can I get you anything?”

“I never saw you here before,” the leader of the group says and eyes you up and down, “how long do you work here?”

“First day internship,” you reply polite but careful, “would you like to order, sir?”

“No need to rush things, girl,” the leader replies calm but sleazy, “I take my time to see what we have to work with.”

“If you say so,” you reply and roll your eyes, “then I take care of the other guests and come back in a few moments.”

As if you said something funny, two of the guys start to giggle and one of the men immediately grabs your wrist to prevent you from leaving. You are about to slap him across the face, but before you can do this, the leader speaks again.

“The other guests can wait,” the leader says as if this would be clear, “we are your clients now.”

“Then please make an order,” you say angry and rip your arm free from the man’s grip, “and never touch me again!”

“You seem to not know who you speak with, little girl,” the leader continues indifferent, “this part of the mall belongs to me. I own the room this café is in and because of this it is my right to here whatever I want.”

This is a surprise. You know the mall is owned by several businessmen who get rent from the different shops. But you thought they would share the ownership and not separated it in different zones. If this guy tells the truth, he is Mr. Riley’s landlord. And despite you don’t know the details of the renting contract, it is always bad to get on your landlords’ bad side. However, he is only the owner of the walls and ground. In the business itself he has nothing to say.

“And what is it, that you want?” you reply strictly, “if you would finally say it, I could get it.”

“This idiot Lucas told me, that Riley somehow got a new slut and his crappy business is full like never before,” the leader says grim, “and since this business is practically mine, I want to test the advantages of my employees. Here is the deal: since you already whore yourself out for tips, I offer you a very generous payment over 50 dollars if you get your ass over here and keep us company.”