Yes, Sir - ONGOING

Chapter Two - The Tattooed Stranger

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The sound of blaring woke our beloved Asa up in the crack of dawn, as she grumbled in annoyance as she hit snooze. Five more minutes, she thought to herself as she buried her face in the pillows. The sound blared once again, and she huffed, swiping dismiss on her phone. She looked over to find the empty space beside her, where Shawn was.

She shook away the negative thoughts coming onto her, and got out of bed, making it neatly, and opening her closet doors.

It's too early for this, she thought as she picked up her work clothes, which consisted of a ugly color green long sleeve shirt, (which she had requested since the other one was to cold and revealing), and a mini black skirt which hugged her ass with perfection, which she didn't like either, but it was always dark in the club so who could tell.

Not that she minded dressing provocatively, she didn't like the attention from the drunk handsy men there.

She packed it nicely into her bag for later and scanned her closet on what to wear for school.

It seemed rather lovely yesterday, so she decided on a short black spaghetti strap dress, that ended mid-thigh and a black lingerie set underneath. The dress was tight against her, making her features stand out which made her feel sexy.

She then slipped on some black stiletto boots that went over her knees.

Asa then turned to leave, but stopped as she noticed a shiny object coming from the corner of the closet. A silver pair of handcuffs with pink ruffles hung off the shelve, and she smiled fondly at them. "Good times." Asa said, thinking of what her friend Camillie had said to her last night.

She finished her morning routine by 7:30, and walked out the door, closing and locking it behind her.

*****

After finishing her classes, stopping for a frappe, she made it to the building with the big "Tipsy Hops" letters in front.

Just by peering in, she could she the chaos inside. Heavy dark clouds could be seen in the distance, and she felt a storm coming on.

Why are there so many people here? It's barely Wednesday, she thought as she entered and hurried past all the bodies, walking behind the counter and headed towards the closet to change. She only got to take the hat off her head before someone pulled her out and shoved a apron with the company's logo on it.

"There's no time to change Asa! We need you now! All 3 floors are packed to the brim and we can barley keep up with all the orders! It's all hands on deck!" Mr. Wale frustratedly said as she tied the apron around her waist. "You don't think this is a little inappropriate?" She said, motioning to her outfit.

"They won't see much anyways since today your gonna be working on the 3rd floor. Sylvia couldn't come in today, something about her family. You're the only other one I can trust to manage it well enough." He rambled and Asa let out a concerned huff.

Only the rich and important were the ones who usually occupied the 3rd floor. In all 6 months that she worked there, never has she even stepped foot in the 3rd floor. The 2nd one, occasionally.