He Wanted A Submissive

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The shifts were long at the restaurant.

It was busy as well, and Valerie didn't understand why.

The place honestly deserved to be shut down and never to be reopened again, but nonetheless it stayed open.

The more she worked there the more she realized just the kind of customers The Drunken Leprechaun attracted. Of course they were shady looking, which was expected. These men were going to the part of town famous for its murders to dine. Other than shady looking, the men were outrageously violent. On the first five days of working, she'd broken up at least several fist fights and one man pulled a knife the last time.

But when her alarm rang at five o'clock in the afternoon, she still made the way down to the restaurant and put on her scandalous uniform.

"Hey Lacey," Valerie greeted as she breezed out of the employee room. Lacey acknowledged her with a nod as she carried out a full tray of beers on her shoulder.

Surveying the restaurant for customers, Valerie's eyes were drawn to the very back where two bearded men were sitting, chatting very animatedly about something.

She always did have a staring problem, and right now, she was staring at the guys. One of the men noticed and waved her over. She was a server... and she was blatantly staring, so she had to go over there now being spotted.

Feeling like she could vomit at any moment, Valerie's eyes were trained on her shoes as she walked to the back towards the men's table.

"Hello, my name's Valerie and I'll be your server today. Can I start you off with any drinks or are you ready to order?" She platonically droned out the typical greeting of customers, her pen already aimed towards a notepad to write down whatever they wanted.

The men slowly stopped the conversation to look at Valerie. The pair were rugged of course. One was handsome despite his rough appearance. He had dark red hair, almost to the point of being a brunette, but the ends of his quiffed haircut gave away the fiery color. He was clean shaven and the slit in his eyebrow showed that he really wasn't afraid of playing dirty, but his almost crystal clear blue eyes made Valerie want to trust him against her best interest.

The black cobra snake that slithered up his neck in vivid tattoo ink sobered her, however.

When the red head noticed Valerie's staring he smirked and bit his lip.

She felt guilty that she was turned on by it.

His partner was a bit older than him, his beard was graying although his hair was starkly black and his green eyes had deep crows feet surrounding them. However, his laugh lines were deep as well. The man wore thick glasses that fit his thickly bridged nose.

All three of the people surrounding the back table were engaged in a silent stare down until Valerie cleared her throat out of nervousness. They had yet to place an order.

"Would you guys like me to come back later?..." She trailed off, already taking a couple steps back from the table.

That seemed to snap the men out of their trances and one the beautiful red haired one seductively smiled at her then gestured to a man sitting at the bar. "How often does he come here?" He asked. His timbre was gravelly, like that of one who smoked many cigarettes.

She glanced behind to look at the man in question before she looked back at the two. "Often. Almost everyday, never on Sundays though."

The older man grunted at that.

"You work here everyday?"He inquires, glaring at the back of the head of the man he asked about before he switches gears and plays with the straw in his complimentary glass of water. Valerie tentatively nods, "How much are they paying you?" He still never looks up at her, only everywhere else.