No way!

I scoffed at the note, throwing it away as I dedicated myself to the dishes in the sink. There was no way I was going to stay after work for her! Everything she'd done to me so far had just made me feel humiliated, and there was no way I was willingly going to put myself in that situation again.

Washing dishes was therapeutic and calmed me down. So much so in fact, that when I looked back up at the clock, it was a half-hour to close! I drained the large dish washing sink and put away the last of the dishes before taking off my apron and clocking out, then I grabbed my bag and jacket to go.

But as I tried to leave the dish pit area, something large blocked the doorway. Something big and curvy, wearing the red blouse and black skirt of a server's uniform. I slowly let my eyes graze up the body in front of me until I found the devilishly grinning face of my manager standing in front of me, her hands on her hips.

"Why, hello Adam. What's wrong, did you forget our little deal~? Or were you trying to make an escape?" She said. I froze up, fear lacing my expression until I shook my head and slowly backed up into the sink.

"I-I didn't agree to anything. I should be able to say no to the deal..." I said. I frown, then turned angry as I shouldered my bag and tried to push past the imposing figure in the doorway. "I'm leaving."

She lowered an arm to easily intercept me, gently pushing me back into the dish area. She began tsking at me, wagging a finger. "Now, now, little one. You need to calm down, you're acting far too cranky. I need to go get something from the break room, will you be a good boy and wait for me here until I come back? I won't be gone long, don't worry~" She winked.

I rolled my eyes and my muscles tensed up in frustration at the way she called me 'little one.' How demeaning! But I bit my tongue and gave a sharp nod, figuring compliance was the easiest way to sate her. To which she responded, "Good~ I'll be right back."

I peeked around the door frame until she'd gone into the break room then I dashed for the exit. I reached the door and pushed, but it was locked! The last cook who left must've assumed there was no one left in the building! I panicked, and my fingers clumsily fumbled with the doorknob until I unlocked both the lock and the deadlock. I pushed open the door just as a strong hand rested on my shoulder, gripping tightly.

I heard that familiar tsking and slowly turned around, my heart beating fast in my chest. There she was, looking down at me. "No, no, no, little one!” She chastised me, “I'm going to have to work on you more than I thought... can't stay still for even a second." She picked up my little body with ease and folded me over her shoulder. She held me there with one hand and used the other to lock the door again.

She walked me back into the dish room, sitting me down on the curved metal rim of the large dish sink. It was an incredibly hard place to try and balance, and I had two choices: fall backward and into the large dish sink, leaving me ****, or lean forward and use my captor to balance myself, possibly leaving me more ****!