Tuesday, June 22, 1999 – 4:15 PM
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The cool air conditioning inside the dim corner of Tony Roma’s near Town East Mall was a welcome escape from the scorching summer afternoon outside. Nikki lounged in a plush, high-backed booth toward the rear of the restaurant, casually swirling a glass of chilled white wine. She looked effortlessly captivating in her tailored, low-cut summer dress.
Moments later, Tony entered, now wearing a casual silk shirt that accentuated his broad, athletic shoulders, a change from his usual corporate button-down. His bald head caught the soft glow of the ambient lighting as the unmistakable scent of wood-grilled ribs wafted beneath the hum of the dining room. He spotted Nikki immediately and slid into the booth across from her, a confident, knowing smile spreading across his lips.
“Nikki, it’s great to see you again,” he said in a warm, low voice. Signaling the server, he ordered a premium bourbon before continuing. “When you asked to meet in person about your candidate, I couldn’t say no.”
“You know I prefer to manage quality investments face-to-face, Tony,” Nikki purred, leaning in slightly, her luxurious perfume cutting through the air. “So how did my little country girl do today?”
Taking a slow sip of his drink, Tony leaned back with a deliberately unreadable expression to hold her in suspense. “She definitely has that innocent East Texas charm—I’ll give you that. And that drawl of hers could practically pour over pancakes. But honestly, Nikki, I’m a bit on the fence about her.”
Nikki’s impeccably arched eyebrow rose, a sly smirk playing on her lips. She knew Tony too well to buy his hesitant act.
“On the fence? Don’t play corporate games with me, Tony,” she teased smoothly. “I’ll admit she’s rough around the edges, but you and I both know the potential she has if we’re willing to invest in her training. If you spent thirty minutes interviewing and evaluating her today, you’ve got to believe she could bring something interesting to the table eventually.”
Tony chuckled deeply, dropping the professional facade as he leaned forward, dark eyes locking onto Nikki’s with a shared history.
“Alright, you got me. That country girl is fine as hell,” he confessed, voice dropping lower. “She’s built like a dancer, and poor Charlie nearly lost his mind watching that world-class bubble butt of hers stride across the floor—those shorts weren’t doing her any favors.”
“Charlie? The Italian bartender?” Nikki asked.
“Yep, that’s him,” Tony confirmed. “After Jenna left, Charlie told me I absolutely had to hire her. When I mentioned the wedding ring, he just laughed and shrugged it off, said, ‘So what if she’s married? If she took that ring off, nobody would guess she’s spoken for. And if she’s bold enough to wear those shorts to an interview, married or not, someone’s going to be getting into her panties eventually—it’s just a matter of time. If that someone’s gonna be me, so be it. Her rack might be half the size of some girls upstairs, but with a butt and tan legs like that, who cares? Plus, I bet she tastes tender and sweet, just waiting for the right tangy BBQ sauce to show her what she’s missing—not that boring Archer Farms brand her husband’s got her on. Trust me, Tony, she’s exactly the kind of baby back ribs we want chasing around here.’“
Nikki purred softly, swirling her wine with satisfaction, pleased how her subtle influences were already shaping Jenna into an irresistible temptation before the young wife had even started her first shift.
“Charlie’s got good taste,” Nikki mused. “And he’s probably spot on…”
Tony’s smile faded as he shifted back into a more calculating mindset. “That’s part of my hesitation. My guys were practically drooling today, and this place runs on fast pace and chaos. She’s fresh, and I’m worried she’ll get overwhelmed during the weekend rushes, pulled every which way by guests and kitchen staff.”
“Then don’t start her on those crazy weekend shifts,” Nikki countered confidently, reclining in her seat. “Ease her into weekday lunches over the summer until she learns the ropes. Give her six weeks, and she’ll be ready for the tougher, higher-paying shifts. Besides, she seems motivated—probably needing the money. She wears fancy clothes and a nice ring, but I suspect Lee’s spending beyond his means trying to keep up appearances. Little does he know, Jenna’s just as attractive in Goodwill finds, and she doesn’t seem materialistic anyway. Raised Walmart-style, it suits her small-town charm.”
“I’ll admit, she’d be a stunner in anything, as long as it showed off that bubble butt and tan legs,” Tony smirked, tapping his glass. “But you’re trying to distract me with flirty hints about her innocence. In my professional opinion, she’d be better off cutting her teeth in a slower environment—El Chico’s or Pasados maybe. I could call those managers. Jenna could spend six months building big-city experience there, then join Chili’s after the holiday rush calms down.”
“Tony, trust me on this—she’s got so much potential,” Nikki insisted, voice low and persuasive.
Leaning closer, Tony’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Those braless shorts and bold look she had under her polo today—that was all you, wasn’t it? The second she spoke with that country twang, I knew she hadn’t been here long enough to pick up that style on her own.”
Nikki chuckled softly, pride gleaming. “You’ve always been perceptive. Let’s just say she’s an eager student who responds well to the right kind of guidance. I’ve been helping her expand her horizons.”
“I figured as much,” Tony smiled wickedly. “And if I know you, I’m betting more than just her horizons are going to get expanded. But seriously, she’s a liability for two reasons: the wedding ring, and her husband Lee’s long hours managing a Target nearby. Most of my staff are single and hang out late—sometimes at my house parties. She’d be one of the few married waitresses out there. If she starts socializing, I can’t guarantee one of my guys won’t try to seduce her. Charlie’s likely at the front of the line.
I can protect her at work, but not outside of it. I’ll keep you informed of anything concerning. But if a twenty-year-old country girl starts having fun with coworkers while her husband’s stuck working sixty hours watching freight pallets, their marriage is headed for trouble. Just putting that out there.”
“She’ll have to be responsible for her own decisions,” Nikki said firmly, her tone steeling. “That risk is hers to take. But to be clear, I’m not here to help or harm their marriage—I’m here to seduce her and make her my plaything. She’ll learn valuable skills and explore sexuality she’d never uncover alone, then when I’ve had what I want, I’ll move on, just like I did with Susan.
After that, Jenna can do as she pleases—sleep with whoever she wants, make her own choices. And as for their marriage, statistically, it won’t last much longer anyway. They might have made it a few years back home with kids, but here? Lee’s a workaholic and Jenna’s a needy submissive. Better they split sooner before children are involved. That’s their reality, not mine.”
“So how do you plan to keep Lee in the dark while you seduce and train his wife? I don’t want a jealous Texan causing scenes because he thinks Jenna’s spinning out of control,” Tony asked.
Nikki exhaled a soft, amused laugh, sipping her drink slowly. “Lee’s manageable. Consumed by his retail checklists at Target, he’s too exhausted to notice much by dinner. While he’s buried in freight, he’ll think of me as the big-city mentor helping his innocent little wife adapt. The irony? If I’m right, he’ll even encourage her to spend more time with me.”
“And if he starts asking questions? Notices her new wardrobe or attitude?” Tony pressed.
“Then Jenna sells him the cover story,” Nikki said, flashing a sharp, predatory grin. “I’ve already conditioned her to believe it herself. The angle is financial strategy: Dallas customers don’t tip shy country girls in floor-length denim skirts. They tip confident, modern city women who command attention. She’ll tell him the new look is to meet Chili’s standards for higher tips. We might even convince him she shouldn’t wear her wedding ring up there—better tips.”
“Truth on my floor,” Tony agreed. “Girls bold enough to show off skin make more each shift. If Lee sees her bringing home cash, he won’t care about the shorter shorts. It’ll just be business.”
“Exactly,” Nikki whispered as she leaned forward. “There’s a deeper side to Lee Jenna told me about—from their New Orleans honeymoon. He bought her skimpy bikinis to show off her tight body. Lee’s predictable, hardworking, but secretly turned on by other men lusting after his wife. It feeds his ego to feel like he owns a prize the rest of the world envies.”
Tony whistled low, a slow smile returning. “I see it every weekend: quiet corporate husbands bringing their attractive wives, pretending to be polite but scoring every glance from bartenders and servers. It’s a huge ego boost.”
“Precisely,” Nikki smiled, eyes gleaming cold satisfaction. “When Jenna goes home in those cropped shorts, Lee’s subconscious kicks in. He’ll love that the whole restaurant’s staring at his olive-skinned country bride. She’ll feel no betrayal, and he’ll think he’s supporting her career. We feed his secret fantasy, he stays placated, and Jenna remains obedient to my rules.”
“Thanks for the talk on divorce stats and fetish husbands, Maury Povich,” Tony quipped, lightening the mood. “But I have another worry: Jenna still looks like a high school girl—baby face, small breasts. Even with your styling, she can’t wear shorts that short or go braless under a Chili’s polo. If I hire her, it’s a risk. And if I do, you’re going to owe me one. A big one.”
“Not all your customers want girls with fake boobs and tattoos like porn stars,” Nikki reminded him. “Sometimes you need the innocent girl-next-door type. Look at Susan—small breasts, and she worked out fine. And if I recall, you enjoyed her company more than once while I trained her, and I made sure she was a willing participant for you!”
“You have an undeniable way of making your point,” Tony admitted.
“So, if I agree to this and she proves good at the job, you’ll let me have a shot once she’s progressed, like you did with Susan?”
“Maybe, but on a couple of conditions,” Tony said seriously. “First, your guys can flirt, even try to kiss her if they want. But do your best to keep them out of her panties unless I say otherwise. I know you can’t control what happens off work, but stay close to her.”
“And second?” Nikki prompted.
“I might need to tweak her schedule—to keep her busy with double shifts or have her off for certain things.”
“Easy to accommodate,” Nikki replied. “If she needs time off, I get it. But why would you want her working more?”
“Good question. Once I know her menstrual cycle, I want her working as much as possible during those weeks, so she focuses on school and cash. I’ll teach her to see her period as nature’s pause on sex to reset. She might still give a blowjob here and there, but everything else goes on ‘time out’ during that time. Also, if she reaches her potential, her sweet spot will need a break every month,” Nikki explained.
“Damn, Nikki! You’re cold and calculating as always,” Tony smirked. “Bet you want her sexual tension to build up until she’s ready for release.”
“Don’t ever forget it. You’re right about my plan,” Nikki purred. “Here’s two more things: First, be her protector—not just from your guys but from any overbearing drunk patrons. If Jenna trusts you, she’ll open up and feel safe. Without that, even I can’t help your chances with her.
And second, don’t make a move on her yet. Keep her trust, guard her reputation, and maybe, eventually… you’ll slide that massive black cock inside her tight, married pussy.”
“You’ve always known how to drive a hard bargain,” Tony said, taking another sip of bourbon.
“I always make good on the favors I owe you,” Nikki whispered, voice dipping into a sultry vibration.
She reached across the table, her manicured fingers brushing his wrist, igniting the thick tension between them.
The air crackled with electricity, a fierce reminder of their shared past and unsaid agreements. They knew exactly where this would lead. Jenna was Nikki’s ultimate project—a submissive country wife destined to be shared with both Ty and Tony as her training progressed. The stage to unravel Jenna’s domestic vows was carefully set, but patience was required. Tony would wait as Nikki worked her dark magic.
“I’ll verify her Golden Corral reference tomorrow to keep the paperwork clean,” Tony said, eyes briefly flicking to Nikki’s cleavage before returning. “But the job’s hers. I’ll call her Thursday to make it official.”
“Perfect,” Nikki purred, withdrawing her hand yet holding Tony’s gaze. “Let’s finish our drinks, then head to your place to seal our new arrangement. Ty’s out till later tonight, and all this talk has me craving that black cock of yours again.”