Protege Mistress

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Manager’s Little Helper

Diane’s car was in the parking lot when Kevin got to work the next day. The vision of her through the window, busily preparing dough sheets, which usually excited him, filled him with trepidation. Though the sight gave him a flash of the previous night’s intimacy he’d so treasured, the idea of all his co-workers knowing and thinking of her feet in his mouth as a degradation humiliated him. He could hardly make the steps to the door. He couldn’t imagine her telling everyone, but he was at her mercy. If she had, he would have been incapable of uttering a complaint. He would have admitted to it if she made him. If she ordered him to kiss her feet in front of everyone, he couldn’t imagine telling her no.

The bell rang as he pulled open the door and came in. Diane turned and smiled when she saw him. “Hi, Kevin.”

“Hi, Diane.”

“I have a lot of drivers tonight, so I’m going to keep you in the shop for the dinner rush to help me.” She kept her eyes on his as she held a dough sheet above the roller machine.

Kevin took a quick look around. He didn’t see anyone, but answered, “Okay, Diane,” too intimidated to say yes to her. She grinned and returned to work.

The night went by with her treating him professionally. She kept him in the shop even after business slowed, but she didn’t mention his visit to her apartment. He wondered what the other drivers thought of him skipping deliveries all night, and he didn’t like to think of all the tip money he was missing, but he enjoyed spending the time with Diane and felt a great relief that they would be able to work together without any awkwardness. He felt so relieved that he began fantasizing about repeat visits to her apartment. He caught himself staring at her feet crammed into tightly laced tennis shoes, as she worked, and imagined the pleasurable sighs she would emit if he got the chance to give her a nice massage after her long shift ended. Monica was the closing driver, though, and Diane cut him about nine-thirty. She told him to catch up on the dishes and then he could leave. The dishes were usually the closing driver’s responsibility, but Kevin did as he was told, grateful to linger in the pizza shop, hopeful that Diane would want to see him later.

Diane and Monica talked while Kevin scrubbed all the greasy pans, rinsed, and dried them. He walked past where they leaned against the counter, and they barely acknowledged him. “Well, goodnight,” he said.

“Oh, Kevin, wait over at the bowling alley for Monica and I, for drinks. We need to celebrate your promotion.”

“Promotion?”

“That’s right. I’m promoting you. I’ll tell you all about it. We should be over in a couple hours.”

“Okay. See you then. Thank you.” Kevin lingered, but Diane didn’t look over or say any more.

***

After making only four dollars in tips on three deliveries, Kevin couldn’t afford to order anything. Instead he paced the bowling alley, frequently popping outside to look across the street for signs of Diane and Monica closing up.

Looks between the two of them during the shift had Kevin suspicious. If Diane hadn’t told Monica about last night earlier, she was almost certainly telling her now. He bemoaned his poor luck that of all people, Diane seemed closest friends with Monica. The last person Kevin would have chosen to know a detail as private as his encounter with Diane. Monica was the first driver Kevin introduced himself to on his first night, and her near complete slight of him vanquished any chance of his finding her in any way attractive. Although initially he was struck by her beauty, if he was being honest. She never so much as looked up and acknowledged him, much less spoken to him. Only recently had she developed a more active disdain for him, occasionally catching his eye and smirking.

Kevin ducked in when he saw Diane and Monica leave the shop and found a booth to rise out of as they came in the bowling alley bar, located him, and started over. He gestured the ladies in first then sat next to Diane.

“Kevin, are you on the list for pool?” Monica asked.

Diane grinned.

“No, I thought since we were celebrating…”

“You really like pool, though, right?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Diane giggled at Monica’s questioning.

“Do you love it?”

“Stop,” Diane said. “Kevin really likes pool. He doesn’t love it. He likes it. Isn’t that right, Kevin?”

“I like it, sure.” Kevin said quietly. He could tell already things had been discussed since he left the pizza shop. He could only hope Diane hadn’t divulged every detail.

A waitress Monica and Diane were friendly with came by, and after the three of them chatted a while, Diane ordered a pitcher of beer. “And three shots of whiskey. We’re celebrating.”

“Oh? What’s the celebration?” The waitress asked.

Diane reached over and squeezed Kevin’s shoulders and shook. “Kevin, here, is being promoted.”

“Ah. Congratulations, Kevin. Promoted to what?”

“That part is a surprise. We haven’t told him, yet,” Diane said.

Diane and Monica laughed, and the waitress, though appearing a touch confused, laughed along. Kevin grinned sheepishly—fairly sure, by then, Monica had heard all about where Diane’s feet had been.

The drinks came and they each hoisted a shot. “To Kevin,” Diane said, “who has been promoted to…”—she flashed a look at Monica, then turned to him—”Manager’s Little Helper.”

Monica and Diane paused their grins long enough to shoot their drinks and follow them with swigs of beer. They were giggling by the time Kevin got his drink down and a sip of cold beer to ease the burning in his throat.

“You’ve earned it,” Diane said. “You really have. You’ve done a great job learning all the new tasks I’ve assigned, and you’re always willing to stay in the shop to keep me from getting too busy. Sacrificing tip money. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

“I’ve noticed, too, Kevin. How much you like to help Diane.” Monica’s glass of beer touched her lips, but Kevin heard her mumble. “Pretty sure everyone’s noticed.”

“So what do you think?” Diane asked. “Do you accept? It doesn’t come with a pay raise, but there should be some perks.” Her foot stroked up his shin and landed on his thigh. The other quickly followed. She’d slipped her shoes off.

“Great. Well, thank you.”

When Kevin didn’t initiate a massage, Diane looked down where her socked feet wiggled in his lap, making it clear she wanted one. Kevin wasn’t certain Monica wouldn’t notice from her end of the curved table. If she peeked over, she definitely would, but Kevin was helpless to resist touching her feet again.

He squeezed the arch of Diane’s foot, and she released an extended sigh. “Oh, that feels so good. I’ve needed this all night.”

“What? Needed what?” Monica bent around and smiled, not looking surprised at all to see Kevin gently kneading Diane’s feet. “What is he doing?”

“He’s giving me a foot massage. He’s being Manager’s Little Helper, already. That reminds me, Kevin. I have more to tell you about your promotion. You won’t be salaried, of course. You’ll still only be paid the hours you’re clocked in at the pizza shop, but I will be requiring you for some extra duties, outside of work. I can’t be effective as a manager if, for example, my feet are always sore. And…other things. You’ll be my little helper, like you were last night, yes?”

“Yes, Diane.”

Monica laughed. “You should make him keep massaging your feet when Allison comes by. She would get a kick out of that.”

“You guys,” Kevin said in a whisper. “Please be discreet.”

“Guys?” Monica said. “We aren’t guys, Kevin. We’re women. Ladies.”

“Kevin.” Diane frowned. “Tell Monica you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry, Monica,” Kevin said, eyes down.

“Tell me what you’re sorry for, and look at me when you speak to me.”

Kevin looked into Monica’s cruelly smirking face. “I’m sorry, Monica, for referring to you as a guy. I was just speaking casually.”

“That was an apology?” Monica taunted by speaking loudly, threatening to draw interest to their table as Kevin continued to massage Diane’s feet.

“Please, ladies, I am so sorry for calling you guys. Please be discreet, please, ladies.”

They both burst out laughing.

“We can’t do that,” Diane said to Monica. “Kevin is very shy.”

And Kevin, though he’d been exposed in front of Monica, by Diane, felt overwhelmingly enamored with her, for her relative mercy. She even drew her feet away as Allison approached and collected their empty shot glasses.

Soon as she left Diane’s feet returned to his lap, and though Monica peeked over grinning, Kevin picked up where he left off with his massage. He kept up his reverent attentions as Monica and Diane sipped their beers, giggling together as they teased him for proving himself such an eager little helper.

Monica emptied the pitcher into their three glasses. Kevin gave her a formal thank you. Diane finally motioned that Kevin could stop. He’d been kept so busy he’d barely had more than half a glass of beer, but he suddenly realized Monica and Diane had gotten tipsy.

“Now, Kevin, Monica doesn’t believe me about last night. I told her all about it, but she refused to believe me about just how good a little helper you turned out to be.” In a loud whisper, she added, “she doesn’t believe you licked my feet.”

Monica burst out laughing and covered her face. Even she appeared to be blushing over Diane’s candor. Kevin felt his face burn. “Diane…please.”

“You could really help me convince her. Now I won’t ask you to do it, here, of course. I know you’re very shy, but if you gave your hands a smell after massaging my feet maybe then she would believe me.” Diane turned to Monica. “Would you? Would you believe me then, Monica?”

The discussion had bypassed him. It was understood that he would do as requested. The only thing left was to wait, stewing in his humiliation, for the two of them to turn his way.

“I suppose I would be a bit more inclined to believe you then. Maybe.” The two of them squeezed closer together leaving a gap of booth between him and them. They grinned at him. Kevin glanced around, then quickly brought his hands toward his face and sniffed. He hid them in his lap again.

“Wow,” Diane said, “that was a little insulting, I have to say.”

“Kevin, that was hurtful. How do you imagine Diane feels, now? When a woman offers you an intimacy like that, you show her appreciation by treating the gift like the honor it is.”

“I’m sorry. Just…what if someone noticed I was rubbing your feet for the last twenty minutes?”

“Awww, poor Kevin. Such a shy boy,” Diane said. “Probably no one noticed, and if they did they won’t care. Now, go on.”

Kevin placed both hands over his face and, with his mouth closed, breathed deeply. The lingering scent of Diane induced an acute memory of the evening before, and the same pent up arousal pulsed in his jeans. Restricted pleasure caused an orgasmic flutter to pass over his face, and he sighed as he exhaled.

“Much better.” Monica giggled. “I think he likes that smell.”

“Good boy, Kevin. Now kiss them, so Monica will know how you kissed my feet at my apartment.”

Kevin placed little pecks on his hands, but soon, overcome with passion, was kissing open-mouthed at where he could taste the lingering essence of Diane, wishing his hands were her feet.

“Don’t get carried away, there, this is a family establishment. I think you proved my point.” Diane smiled at Monica. “Excuse me. I have to use the ladies’ room.”

“Should we get another pitcher?”

“I’m switching to water. I have to drive.” Diane slipped past Kevin, who rose and bowed as she left the booth.

“Well,” Monica said, as Kevin, returned to his seat, gazed after Diane crossing to the restrooms, “are you having fun?”

“I am. Yes.”

“Better than loving her from afar, isn’t it? Even if you are relegated to being her lackey, at least it’s something.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have me to thank, you know.”

“Thank?”

“For getting Diane to understand how she could put your crush on her to some use.” Monica sipped her beer and leaned back. “I have a good eye for that kind of thing, for submissive men.”

Kevin fidgeted, and she smiled. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You revere women. I could tell by the way you looked at her, so I gave her some tips on how to put that situation to her advantage. You’re very lucky, you know. If you had developed an eye for me, things would have been far worse for you.” A wicked grin crossed her face. “I have a cruel streak.

“What? Are you going to complain? I’m pretty sure you enjoyed last night even more than she did, even if you did have to go home and complete the evening alone. Am I right?”

Kevin released his held breath. “Yes.”

“So, are you going to thank me?”

“Thank you, Monica.”

The wicked grin appeared again. “Oh, the things I would do if I had you under my thumb. Cruel things you couldn’t imagine.” The grin vanished into a smile, and Kevin looked back to find Diane returning. He leapt up, bowing slightly again as she passed him and sat.

“He’s so polite and respectful.”

“He is. He’s a good boy.” Diane drank the last of her water.

Kevin dug for his wallet as soon as Allison came by with the bill. He figured he would charge it and worry about it later. But Diane was quicker on the draw and her card rattled in the check tray. “I got this. You can’t pay for your own promotion party.”

“We’ll leave the tip.” Monica pulled bills from her purse beside her. She must have piled twenty crumpled singles on the table. Kevin laid his four dollars over top. Both of the ladies were kind enough to not point out his paltry contribution, which all the more emasculated him.

“Kevin, are you following me home, again, tonight?”

“Yes, please, Diane.”

Monica groaned. “Oh, what have I done? I’ve created a monster.”