The Mafia Boss Plaything

Chapter 11: Everyday problems

His act of the nice and condescending guy drops and his face has a nasty sneer on it.

“you ugly fat b***h…!!! I am going to teach you a lesson.” he takes a step towards me.

“what is going on here???” it is Mrs Cheng.

“oh. This customer was just calling me a nasty ugly fat b***h who needs to kill herself.” I tell Mrs Cheng with a teary voice.

“what the f**k??!” The guy who previously introduced himself as chad gasps in anger and more shock.

I give him my wide-eyed look. I may be quiet and unproblematic but I have never been a pushover or someone who quietly takes bullshit, especially when I am at my wits end. Not today Chad.

“I am going to need you to leave right now.” Mrs Cheng tells him and his friends.

“what the f**k?? Do you know who I am ??” he puffs out and his face becomes even redder.

“well, look here young man. I don’t know who you and I don’t care to know who your spoiled rude ass is, now get out of my restaurant before I call the cops and have you removed.” she shouts at him.

His friends stand up and one of them grab him. He looks like he would rather stay and give us a piece of his mind.

He looks at me and I feel like he is going to be back. Guys like that they hate when their little boy ego is bruised and he would be back to prove a point to himself and his friends.

“I know his type. Entitled, pompous jerk who think the world revolves around them and women are for their pleasure. Next time he comes in here let Mark handle him. I don’t want you handling men like him.” Mrs Cheng tells me.

Ashley comes back in from the back room. She took a short break.

She takes a look at us.

“what did I miss??”

“Well not much. Mrs Cheng had to have someone removed for being an insulting jerk and a pervert.” I tell her.

“damnn!! I wish I was here to see that.” she says regretably.

“now enough of that chitchat. Get your asses back to work.” Mrs Cheng says as she walks back into her office.

We get back to serving tables.

It is ironic because Ashley is a pretty girl. As a matter of fact she is drop dead gorgeous. The typical classical Italian beauty. With her long dark hair, big brown eyes like dolls eyes and olive skin. Her body too is banging. Slim lithe body to booth and a wonderful personality, she is dating a jerk asshole.

Marco, poor and proud. The two worst combination together. I never understand why he is so angry at the world and he treats his girlfriend like s**t. And the worst part of it is his raging jealousy. When they first got together she told me she felt it was cute how possessive he was about her but now it is borderline obsessive how he always wants to check her phone and see what she’s doing or just drop by unannounced to make sure she’s really at work when she says she is. she’s getting really tired and upon my advice for her to drop him she still loves him.

I watch her gracefully move and the eyes of both men and women follow her movements.

Work doesn’t take long again. Once my shift is over I clock out and gather my tips for the day. It is not a lot but I am grateful I made some money tonight. I and Ashley get off at the same time and by the time we step out her boyfriend is there waiting to pick her up in his bike.

We wave goodbye and I start my short journey home. One of the advantages of working here is it is not far from my apartment complex. Just five blocks away actually.

I pull my coat tighter to my body and head home. I start walking home. I am not bothered about being mugged or attacked but that doesn’t mean I don’t carry something to protect myself with. There are children out playing and I don’t need to be too worried about anything.

I am just a block away from home when I notice I am being followed.

Fear grips my spine. My pace quickens and my hand finds the pepper spray bottle in my purse and holds it tightly in my grip.

I turn around and I still see the person following me.

I move even faster and finally I get to my apartment complex.

I race inside and shut the door behind me. This is one of the reasons I feel the landlord is a cheap stake. If the elevator was working it would be a quick getaway from the person following me.

I race up the stairs and with shaky hands open my door and lock it behind me.

I lean on it with my heart racing nearly out of my chest.

This has never happened to me before. I swear I might be loosing my mind or being paranoid because he might have not been following me, maybe I am overreacting to nothing. My intuition was screaming danger but also since my encounter with Sergio Costello I have been paranoid thinking he will come back and have his men finish what they said they would.

I paddle to the kitchen and down a bottle of water. Once I have my erratically beating heart under control I check my bare fridge to see what I can eat.

The fridge just contains some leftover chinese from four days ago. I check that and it doesn’t look good to eat so I throw it down the trashcan.

Ramen noddles it is then.

I pop it in the microwave and head to my bathroom to quickly wash my face and clean up.

I pull out my favorite pink pajamas. They are already tight on me. The top is struggling to contain my breasts and the shorts is just a boy shorts panties at this time. Mama got it for me many years ago and I have not been able to let go of it till now, it doesn’t help that the material is so soft and squishy against my skin.

I pull it out and head back to the kitchen. I pull out the ramen and eat it up quickly. I am so hungry I don’s top for breathe till everything is gone.

I walk back to the room and pull off my clothes. I hop into the shower to wash away the stress of the day.

In the shower my traitorous hands wander down to the apex of my thighs as images of Sergio fill my head. I have been thinking about him more and more lately. From the wet dream I had a couple of days ago that had be blushing throughout the day.

I picture him getting into the shower behind me and holding my hips, he pulls me to him and rubs his hard shaft against my ass, his large hands cup my breast tenderly and squeeze. My own hands trail up and grab my sensitive breasts. I squeeze as I continue picturing him doing nasty things to me.

His hand will grab my hair and his other hand will push my back till my hands are on the wall with my back arched giving him exactly what he wants. My ass on display and my thighs open for him to take me from behind…