Dance for me

8 Chapter

"Hello, I'm Penelope," Penelope said as she entered the restaurant.

" I'm Molly, today you will listen to all my instructions, and do everything as I say. A middle-aged woman greeted her. She had black hair, gray eyes, a chubby face and figure. And small in stature, she looked like a little teddy bear."

"All right," Pen agreed.

"You should change your clothes first."

"Can't I work in this dress?"

"No, you have to move fast, and this will slow you down."

"Here, put this on," she said and handed Pen a black dress that not only covered her knees, it barely covered her butt. But she shouldn't argue with the woman, for she would tell her master everything at once. And just because David was her dancing partner didn't mean his father would tolerate a naughty girl in his restaurant.

"All right," Pen agreed, and went to change.

"Here's a little apron for you, a designer model," she added, and held out Penelope in her hands.

"Thank you," she thanked her and put it on, completing her image. A black dress with lanterns above her knees and an apron. She now looked like a girl from some failed porn movie.

"We have the kitchen here," Moli pointed as they entered.

"This is our chef, Louis. He flew in from France. He does most of the cooking. Our owner appreciates him very much, and if Louis tells him what to do, and he is not listened to, then that person unconditionally leaves the restaurant kitchen forever. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Pen answered and began to look at Louis. He was a middle-aged man with a distinct European appearance, dark hair and pale eyes. He was not tall, but he was very fat, he probably weighed more than a hundred kilograms. Why, the chef.

"Come," she said to Pen, and they walked on.

"This is Beth, the waitress. She's just about to train you," Moly continued as they approached a young girl, a tall blonde with gorgeous forms and a very pretty face.

"Hello, Elizabeth, twenty-three years old," she held out her hand to Pen to introduce herself.

"Penelope," Pen introduced herself.

"Pleased to meet you."

"So. No one's in the kitchen yet. Now, I'm putting you in Beth's hands, she'll give you a briefing," Molly said and walked out of the kitchen.

"She's weird, don't mind her," Beth reassured her.

"Okay.Thank you."

"I've heard about your story. And I want you to..."

"Don't mention it," Pen interrupted her right away.

"I get it. What do you think of our outfits? It's great, isn't it? "Beth asked and spun around in front of Pen. She really had a lot to show for it.

"It was too much for me. I'm not used to such revealing outfits."

"Oh, my darling. You'll have to get used to a lot of things in this restaurant. And to the advances of rich, overpaid men, and to what they will offer you."

"What do you mean?"

"Pen, of course, s*x. What else could I mean?"

"I would never go for that."

"That's what I used to say, but when I needed a huge sum of money for my little sister's treatment, I had to reconsider."

"And did you?"

"Yeah, I found myself a fat wallet, but there was also an impressive-sized dick."

"Ew, stop talking about it, Pen was embarrassed by that kind of talk."

"Haven't you ever heard that word before?"

"Yes, I have."

"Then why the reaction? When you f****d a guy, were you afraid of his d**k, too?"

"No, I've never slept with a guy," Pen stuttered.

"Wow, are you a virgin?"

"Yes," Pen admitted embarrassedly.

"That's commendable."

"Table in the VIP lounge," someone shouted to them.

"You got it," Beth answered and turned to Pen.

"We have to serve a table in a separate VIP lounge. You're coming with me to watch and learn. Just don't do anything stupid, these are serious people," Bet warned and led Pen out of the kitchen and into the restaurant hall.