La Maison 2: Differences (Complete: BDSM mxm)

December 10

December 10

Dae

I rub the sore spot on my jaw. It hadn't even been a hard hit, not really, more of a slap. A warning. I know he was frustrated. I also know that if I am successful such warnings would go away, for a while at least. He wouldn't be able to risk the bruises, for a start.

They were in again, more of them tonight.

"Lacey, swap tables with me," I try not to beg, but I need something. I don't even want to think of the continued warnings if I'm not successful. He's getting impatient. She glances over at the table, turning to grin at me.

"You don't want them sweetie, they're demanding as fuck. Besides, they tip crazy big, I ain't giving that up."

"I'll give you the tip, Lacey, all of it. Please let me service them."

"Oh?" she raises an artistically thick eyebrow. Damn, girl's gotta better brows than me. Gonna have to up my game. But I'm getting distracted. She isn't, though. "You want to service them, huh? They are super hot. Always come in together though, and look at them, you're really not any of their types if they're into each other." Bitch. I'm everyone's type. I have an in though.

"You think? I smell a challenge, woman."

"Oh yeah? You reckon you can break down that big hunk o' beef there?" I glance, well, he is my target, even if he wouldn't be my first choice. There's two messy haired blonds who are cute as fuck, though they don't look tough enough to give me what I need. And that hot Asian guy; all strict and unsmiling but I bet he's fire under it. And dayum, that smooth looking black guy; gimme some of that sugar baby. But I'm getting distracted again, damn it. And damn Lacey. She needs to bite, I mean it's no biggy if I lose the bet to her, other than the fact I really fucking need to win the bet for me. Fuck. But if she senses the weakness she'll milk it like a champion farmgirl at the state fair.

"Sweetie, I won't even break a nail getting that guy at my feet, watch," and I sashay off, hoping she's enough into the challenge we didn't even solidify that she lets me go.

"Hello Sirs," too much? But I'm only speaking to my target, even if I'm not looking directly at him, "my name is Dae, can I take your drink order?" They know what they want for everything, which would be very handy and convenient if I was just trying to deal with them as quickly and efficiently as possible, but damned frustrating right now.

The service goes smoothly. I know they've seen what I've got, in more ways than one, and I think a couple of them were making that kind of nudgy man-comment about how good I'd look on my knees or getting double-plugged, or something. Oh yeah, no big bad Dom has a filthier mind or a filthier repertoire than me. If they were something else, I'd be flirting it up, flicking my pointlessly long bangs out of my eyes, fluttering my long lashes, biting my fat little bottom lip, oh yeah, they'd be the ones on their knees. But they are what they are, so that isn't going to happen. Sweet and adorable all the way, and I'm beginning to wonder if I have it in me. They must be so used to dealing with boys who really feel this stuff. Maybe that's why I'm failing at this, although I'm used to failure, used to disappointing.

I've given them their check and passed over the huge tip to Lacey, as promised, to a smug smirk from that girl, pleased that she got her assumption right. She did, but only by accident. They aren't into each other, but they aren't into me either, and I feel like crawling under the table in the break room, hiding away from what's sure to happen now.

I'm on my way there now, okay, not to hide, but to break in some other way, not wanting to admit I'm actually scared, feeling shaky and nervy and frustrated, when I'm slammed against the wall. Not hard, exactly, no pain, sadly, but shock instead.

"Why are you pretending to be a sweet little thing, Dae?" It's him.

"Sir?" I squeak, finally looking into his deep eyes, which are stern and angry and seem to see right through me, to my rotten core.

"Do I need to ask the question slower? Why, Dae, are you trying to make me think you're innocent, when we both know very well you're as far away from innocent as it's possible to be?" Fine, I don't really have anything more to lose now. He's clearly seen right through me, but maybe I have one final chance to not mess this up.

"I know what you do, Sir. I want you to train me." I'm going off plan. But he isn't going to take me in himself. It's obvious why. Regardless of how insane it makes him, I truly am not his type. Maybe his type really is sweet and innocent twinks, which would go some way to explaining how he saw through my act so easily. But even if he doesn't want me, I can hide that fact, still get in there.

"I'll think about it. Be in my office at ten a.m." He hands me a fancy-looking business card and turns away. Well. I'm even more dazed. If I'd have known it was going to be that easy...