The Beta Tester ~closed~

[Ardent1]

I pulled the camel hair great coat's collar high and wrapped my scarf around it. The short cropped stubble of my beard caught in the material slightly, the friction somehow increasing the warmth just a little. Bloody -35 Fahrenheit. What the hell happened to global warming anyway?

I covered the two blocks quickly, my boots slipping occasionally on the icy surface of the sidewalk, and the wind forcing heat out of my coat in spite of the thickness of the material. Jim's Place was my favourite little secret. There wasn't anything special there, except that Jim himself always made me a Reuben sandwich with provolone every Wednesday. We'd spend my lunch time, sometimes longer, talking politics while he waited on the counter, the waitress serving the tables in the larger area so that we could have our space. Trina was an exceptional waitress. She could handle all 20 tables single handed at lunch. She was far too stringy for my tastes.

I burst into the restaurant to the unhappy cry of several patrons exhorting me to close the door quick. I knew half of them. I laughed. So many little concerns in life. Why make the opening and closing of a door one of them.

"How you doin', Mike," Jim asked as he wiped a spot clean on the counter and poured me a cup of coffee.

"Good. Life's good, though I've been working non-stop on an edit for some idiot who thinks sandwich has an m in it. If I didn't want the book this badly, I'd tell him to get lost."

"You're too funny." A crash came from the kitchen making Jim shake his head and close his eyes.

"Trina off her game today, Jim?"

"No. Trina quit. She said she was tired of me grabbing her ass all the time."

"Huh. I didn't notice she had one."

Jim roared with laughter. "Yeah. She was pretty thin all right. Not like the new one."

"Yeah? Do tell, man."

"She's cute. Way too young for you though, unless she's into the daddy
daughter thing."

"Is she? Into it I mean?"

"How the fuck would I know. Maybe you should ask her yourself if you get the chance. She's tiny, but she's got a nice rack and some dynamite curves."

"What do you know about her?"

"Not much. She was having a coffee this morning when Trina started screaming at me. This one piped up and said she could give me a hand. I think I've made about half what I've lost today in broken dishes."

I laughed. "A bit of a klutz?"

"I don't know. She's great with the customers. Way nicer than Trina ever was, and with her build she's likely to make a lot in tips. I'll let her try for a while."

That's when the door marked 'In' to the kitchen suddenly swung in the out direction.

 

[AdorablySassy]

A Tornado Blows In....

The dishes I am trying to carry suddenly drop on the floor.

“Oh no, not again!” I whisper more to myself than anyone.

“How did I ever get myself into this situation?”

Muttering under my breath softly, I cursed as I imagined how much this little snafu would cost me out of my first paycheck.

“Dammit, how can I be such a klutz?”

Picking up the Reuben and Provolone sandwich off the counter, I bustle out of the kitchen like a bull in a china shop.

Sliding through the door, I run into Big Jim; that man sure scared the shit out of me. Big Jim is 6’2, 250 lbs, a wiry body, shifty, green eyes, and scars covering his left cheek. Backing up abruptly, I almost fall back into the door again.

Planting a huge smile on my face to avoid Jim seeing me flustered, I softly ask, “Who gets the Reuben?” Jim points his stubby finger in the direction of the corner booth.

A burly man sit there, a man who exuded enough confidence that it could fill the entire room. There is a lure, a certain mystery, within his deep, soulful eyes, like he is sizing you up with one glance.

As his steely eyes peruse over my petite frame, I feel my pale flesh, turning a deep shade of pink. Looking as though he knows what he wants from me, I pull my twinkling azure eyes away from his gaze.

He unfolds his large body and puts out his muscular hand, introducing himself, “I am Mike, and you are?” As his hand grazes my soft, pliant fingers, I shiver, and murmur, “I am Serenity.”

He seems confused by this revelation, remarking, “A woman who comes in like a whirlwind has a name that means tranquil?”

Ironically, this isn’t the first time I’ve heard that comment. Much of my life, people have noted how can a woman who causes so much raucous have such a peaceful moniker? I, myself, have wondered the same thing time and again.

Lifting my head, my hair, a shade of burnt sienna was in total disarray. I try to comb my fingers through the newly shorn pixie cut, twirling the ends with my thumb. Instead of it being cute, it is more of a nervous gesture to hide my visceral reaction to this unfamiliar man.

My eyes slowly rising to his, a deep sapphire blue, blink as he stares deeply into my smart, engaging face. Some have described it as cherub-like, others tell me I look like a fallen angel.

Mostly, this has to do with the fact that most times, I appear sweet, and gentle. While others, I look like I am waiting to cause mischief. My slight body begins to heat the longer our eyes mingle. Reminding myself I am here to work, not flirt with the customers, I suddenly pull back.

Startled, he sits down and I sweetly remark, “Enjoy your sandwich.” Stepping back, I cannot help, but look back over my shoulder. What captures my attention are his big hands gripping his sandwich tightly.

Almost moaning aloud, I stop myself as I remember what that bitch, Trina, said that morning, “Mike, he’s a regular in here every Wednesday, but actually he’s more irregular.” Asking what she meant, I listened as she recalled how he had a Daddy complex, and liked his women; young, open, and obedient.

Pretending to feign disgust for her benefit, inside I had felt my pulse slowly thumping. Looking at him now, as he stared at my backside, I slowly wiggled it unconsciously. Heat flaring through my body, I knew the truth I held tightly inside.

Knowing my pussy is moistening, I cannot help but feel the tight green uniform constrict over my 36 C breasts, and 34 inch waist, as my round hips sway slightly as I walk back into the kitchen.

“TROUBLE, that is what Mike would become to me if I didn’t curb my feelings and remain on my best behavior.”

If I can just tell my heart that, my brain will fall in line…… Hopefully, my head will listen.

 

[Ardent1]

Damn! She had shorter hair, but she reminded me of the woman who played Mrs. Malcolm Reynolds on Firefly. Striking blue eyes, fairly short, and loaded for bear. I leaned slightly to watch her ass move as she walked away and was caught when she looked back to see if I was watching. The quick twist to her lips told me she wasn't entirely disinterested.

I motioned to Jim. "So, you close at 6, right?"

"Yeah, there's no point me staying open after that. I get a few pizza orders. It's not worth the money to say open," a crash came from the kitchen "or the broken plates either in this case."

"Is she single? That's a crazy figure she's got there."

Jim shrugged. "I imagine so. She said she just moved here. Did she tell you she likes Daddies?"

I laughed. "No. But I think she's going to."

"You're what, in your fifties? She can't be more than 35, if that."

"Age is just a number."

"Mike. She seems like a nice kid." There was another crash from the kitchen. "I doubt she could keep your dick in her hands. She says she's staying at The Arms."

"Jeez, Brian's hotel? Place is populated with bikers?"

"Uh huh. I don't think she knew. I'm sorry, Mike. I can't take the time to chat with you today."

"That's fine. How about you set me up with another Reuben for tomorrow. I'll come in around 11."

"Why do I get the feeling it's not the sandwich you want on the menu?"

 

[AdorablySassy]

Precious Pondering....

Catching him watching my full ass, I wiggle my lush cheeks for emphasis. Slowly walking back in the kitchen, I think to myself, "Why did I just do that?" Mike is a little older than me, "What would a man like him want with me?"

Pushing that thought to the back of my mind, I slam into the kitchen, waiting for the next order to come off the grill. Turning over multiple ideas in my head, I begin twirling the ends of my hair .... a nervous gesture since childhood.

"Where am I going to go?"

"What am I going to do?"

This waitress gig isn't what I had dreamed about all of my life. Much like everything else, I fell into the job, and this time, quite literally. Giggling to myself, I begin thinking about the night before. Let's just say I stumbled upon further excitement...

Pulling up to "The Arms," it definitely is not what I had pictured. Motorcycles lined the parking lot and men in leather filled the doorway. I had always wanted to ride a hog, but had never had the opportunity.

Walking through the entrance, I feel eyes sliding over my body, and scampering over to the front desk, I ask, "Do you have any vacancies for the next few weeks?"

Diane, a surly blonde, replies, "Yes, we do for a price."

The guys behind me snicker, "We have a way she can pay her bill."

Shaking, as my eyes look upward, I ponder, "These men seem menacing with their hard stares, bald heads, and tattoos covering their arms and chests."

I don't want to upset them, so I softly whisper, "I'll take any room you have available."

Smirking she calls out, "Third floor, last door on the left." Slinking down the hall, I lick my dry, pink lips.

Nervously walking, I hit the stairs, and with each step, I feel the dread building up inside of me. Arriving at the door to my room, I slowly turn the doorknob, grimacing as I take in the grimy walls and meager furnishings.

Tracing my fingers over the worn bedspread, I shudder, thinking of sleeping here all night. Washing my face in the dinky bathroom, the water a light tan color, I moan.

Around 10:00 pm, I climb into bed, hearing the loud music blaring through the paper thin walls. It is on nights like this that I wish I had a Daddy.

The secret that I keep hidden deep inside me, the one which on quiet nights, I let myself daydream about..... a strong man who will take care of me, listen, nurture, explore my passions, and help me find balance within myself, as I care and give back to him. My idea of the perfect man, friend, and lover.

Shaking myself from my musings, I hear Mike say, "Age is just a number, and passion comes from joint desire."

"Does he mean those words? Would he see me as an option?"

Only time will tell; I just hope HE gives me a chance.

 

[Ardent1]

"Hey, Jim," I called as I walked through the door. The weather this year was ridiculous. From -35 yesterday to just above freezing today. I liked this weather better. I could wear a simple, lined jacket.

The big man poured me a cup of coffee and tossed down a few cream and an artificial sweetener. I stirred the coffee and took a sip. Someone must have ran out of filters and used a dirty sock.

"What the hell is this?"

"Shh. You'll hurt the girl's feelings."

"Who? Serenity?"

Jim nodded. "She's in the back and won't come out."

"Why? Fuck. The Arms."

A snarl crossed his lips. "Apparently a couple of the guys tried to get her to open the door to her room last night. Scared the shit out of her. She tried to call the cops, but her line had gone dead."

I shook my head. "Go figure."

"Yeah. She showed up this morning complete with suitcase."

"Okay. So she solved the problem. She's out."

"She said that Diane, the desk clerk, asked her where she was working and she told her. She's afraid those guys will come looking for her."

"Fuckin' Diane. What a douche? So, Serenity's back here?"

"Yeah."

"Take my coffee to the corner booth, would you, Jim?"

I walked through the swinging doors to the kitchen. Serenity was sitting on a box in the back corner. I walked over and looked down at the girl. She didn't raise her eyes to look at me.

"Serenity. Serenity, look at me." She didn't move. I reached out and lifted her jaw to make her meet my eyes. Fuckin' dark blue eyes surrounded by short red hair. Really cute. "You're okay. Come and have a coffee with me."

She shook her head and tried to look away.

"I'll be okay, Mike."

"Fuck that. I wasn't giving you an option."

I grabbed her arm, pulled her to her feet, and half dragged her out onto the restaurant floor. I got her to the corner booth and pushed her ahead of me onto the bench that faced away from the door.

"Rough night, huh?"

She nodded. I took her jaw in my hand again and turned her face toward me. I dabbed the tears from her eyes with a napkin.

"So, do you have someplace to stay?"

She shook her head. "I'll figure it out."

"No. No, you can stay at my place."

Her jaw dropped. "I can't do that. It wouldn't be... proper."

Jim brought my Reuben. "Trouble man. Watch your back."

"Who is it?"

"Little Jess, Tim, and Blade."

"Oh, God," Serenity said. Her body trembled beside me.

"Let me deal with it, Jim, but be ready to back me up if things fall apart."

The door crashed open to the restaurant. I could hear some of the patrons get up to leave.

"Hey, Jim. Where's your waitress." It was Little Jess' voice, a 300 pounder and a real pain in the ass.

"You boys get out. I don't want trouble. She doesn't want to see you guys."

"There she is." It was Tim's voice. "She's over in that booth with some guy."

I could hear them pushing tables around so they could come toward us together. They knew how to use intimidation. I put my hand on Serenity's shoulder to calm her, slid out of the booth, and turned to face the three men.

"Mike." Blade's voice fell when he recognized me.

Tim moved toward me, all bluster. "Hi, Mike. Hey, we just wanna talk to the girl."

"Fuck off, Tim."

"That's not very hospitable, Mike," Little Jess said. He suddenly had all the aggression of a 5 year old.

I was wearing a suit and tie the first time they'd ever laid eyes on me.
That was in The Arms when I'd just moved to town. Some jerk was slapping around a woman in the bar while I was having supper and I took exception to it. They laughed when I told the guy to stop. They'd told the guy to watch out for the sissy boy. The guy didn't hesitate. He moved quickly toward me. It hadn't ended well for him.

"Sorry if you don't think I'm being hospitable, Jess. More hospitable than last time though, huh? How's that arm healing, anyway?"

Jess' face turned red.

"Come on guys. Let's go," he said to the others.

"You make sure to tell everyone that Serenity is with me, okay? I don't want to be forced to hurt any of you boys. I hate it when I bruise my knuckles. It makes it harder to edit books."

Blade scowled. "Some day your back will be turned."

I gave him a hard, cold stare. "It was today."

I waited for them to leave. Once they were through the door, I turned to sit back in the booth, but Serenity was suddenly sobbing into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and rested my chin on the top of her head. She was tiny.

"They're not going to bother you now, Serenity. Still, I'd feel better about your safety if you came home with me."

 

[AdorablySassy]

I heard his loud footsteps enter the restaurant, if you could call the chaos surrounding, me a business. My slight body and soft curves shook as I imagined Mike’s tall frame as it engulfed the bustling diner. He stood barely three feet away from me, hidden by a flimsy door, yet my stiff, raspberry nipples elongated under my scratchy, green and drab uniform.

His deep timbre reflected the person Mike seemed to be; handsome, wise and charming. Mike’s authoritative demeanor exuded his confidence. Taller than me, he made me feel like his baby girl with the way he quietly, yet firmly gazed at me.

I fantasized about him last night. Taking me, using me. I dreamed of being with Mike since meeting him a couple of days ago. My face blushing, a bright shade of pink, I remembered years ago having darker fantasies and not knowing how to control them.

Every night, I would masturbate while thinking about having an older man use me; bidding me to do things for his pleasure. But lately, just thinking about being taken has not been enough.

I didn't know if I could really go through with finding a man and letting him do unspeakable things to me, but deep down, I really wanted this to happen. A couple of weeks ago, I decided to go online and make a profile on a well known erotica site where I could look for an older Daddy Dom.

I talked to a few men, but was not sure if this was a good idea. Deciding to let it go, I pursued my dream of moving to a new city. After arriving in town, I wandered into the diner, and now had met a man who I thought would be a great Daddy, a man in his 50’s, a quietly, strong dominant man, who barely seemed to notice me.

Rousing myself out of my daydreams, I pouted, my silky bottom lip quivered as I thought back on Diane, the bitch from the hotel. She had asked me where I worked and I naively, answered. ‘Why did people take advantage of my openness?’ Realizing too late that she told those idiot bikers from last night where I worked, I had run to the diner and cowered in the kitchen.

‘Please don’t let those losers find me and ruin my big break for a new life.’ I carried my suitcase through the blustery morning air as I quietly sped past Jim with a quick, “Hello” and hid in the kitchen. Jim had asked me what was wrong and blubbering, I had recounted the horrible experience.

Having heard Mike spew his coffee, he must have now realized I made the disastrous brew. I panicked, my small arms wrapping around my shaking, tiny body. Feeling my midnight blue eyes water, I put my head down in my lap, gasping as I attempted to choke back the tears streaming down my rosy, high cheekbones. Barreling through the door, my sweet face looks up as Mike calls my name calmly, “Serenity, Serenity…..

Staring sullenly at Mike, I tried to tell him I was just fine, but ever the protective Dom, he offered me a coffee. My heart pounded as my fragile hands twisted as I murmured, “I’ll be okay, Mike.” Not to be swayed, Mike defiantly grabbed my fingers. Just as I had imagined, his warm calloused digits grazed mine. Trembling, my velvety pussy lips contract as my juices slowly pool and moisten the pink cotton of my Victoria Secret panties. Pulling back slightly, I looked deeper into his knowing eyes.

Trying to keep up with Mike’s long strides, I follow behind him, staring at his swimmer’s build, bold with a hushed, carriage. Flopping down in the booth beside Mike, I can’t help but feel my face flush and my thighs quaver. My lush hips slowly rotate under the table as I moan quietly.

Jim came over and warned Mike the guys were coming; but, Mike seemed unmoved. He told me he could handle everything, and not to worry. Biting my bottom lip, I shrunk back as the door flung open. Blade came in waving a knife, and Mike stood effortlessly, waiting to defend my honor.

I wanted to throw my arms around him in that moment, and feel him fuck me up against the wall, my uniform slowly rising as my voluptuous, satiny hips bounced up and down his thick cock. Pushing me behind him, I watched proudly as my Knight in Shining Armor defended my weary honor.

Seeing him tell those guys to get lost, I couldn't wait to go home with Mike and show him just how grateful I was for his help......

 

[Ardent1]

Serenity had nodded when Jim asked her if she wanted the rest of the day off. She was still in my arms. I told her I had to go back to my office, but she refused to let me go without her. I agreed and we walked the few blocks to my office with Serenity tucked under my arm. She was still very upset but seemed comforted by my arm around her. Because of our age differences, this drew more than the odd look - usually stares of admiration from men, and glares from older women.

I ushered her into my office and had her sit across the desk from me. Denny came in to see what was going on. He could see Serenity was upset through the glass wall of my office, but his eyebrows raised when he stuck his head in my office. He pursed his lips.

"What's up, Mike? Do you have the, uh, book edited?"

"No, not yet. I'll do it at home this afternoon."

Denny looked at Serenity, ran his eyes over her body, and nodded. "Okay. I need it by noon tomorrow."

"You'll have it. If it's okay with you, I can email you the finished manuscript in the morning? Take tomorrow for myself too if that's okay?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll see you on Monday then."

"Yep." He left the office.

"You're a writer?"

"Sometimes, but it's easier to make money as an editor. It doesn't take as much creativity, but it's a lot more boring."

The phone rang. I picked up up. "Mike Esclavage."

"You prick. Can you smell her? That one would let you fuck her on your desk right now and wouldn't give a second though to everyone in the office watching," Denny said.

"I'm not that kind of guy."

He laughed. "Like hell you're not. I know just what kind of guy you are. Okay, so you won't take her until she has at least some understanding of what you are."

I glanced up at her. She seemed to be in a daze suddenly. I leaned back in my chair and let out a sigh.

"I need consent."

"I'd say you have it."

"I don't know. Somehow, this one's different."

"Yeah, well, good luck resisting all that if she throws it at you. You'd have to be..."

I hung the phone up.

Five minutes later we were leaving town. Serenity asked where we were going and I just said home. She watched the countryside as I drove the few miles to my house and had fallen asleep by the time I pulled into my driveway. I got out and opened the passenger door to the car and crouched down, but kept my keys in my hand. I ran the back of my fingers across her cheek. Her eyes opened, but she had trouble focusing on me. She'd likely had no sleep the night before and the emotions of the day would have drained the last of her energy from her.

"Hey, little one. Let's go inside. Come on." I held out my hand and she took it, but as soon as she stood she leaned heavily against me. Rather than fight it, I lifted her into my arms, carried her into the house, and laid her on the bed in the guest room. I went to the kitchen and made some coffee, then climbed the stairs to my home office, and got to work on the book.

 

[AdorablySassy]

Into the Lion's Den...

Leaving the diner behind, I felt Mike’s strong grip and calloused hand holding me tight again. Whimsical, sweet, and with a pixie like quality about my face, I looked innocent and carefree. Underneath, there was a bit of a naughty nymph. Not even my closest friends would have taken me for the submissive I, sometimes, felt I was becoming. We entered Mike’s office and I couldn’t believe he was a writer; I secretly wondered if he wrote the type of erotic stories I enjoyed reading while I masturbated.

Mike left me waiting for ten long minutes, a brief enough time really, but under the circumstances, it felt like an eternity. With each passing minute, and more importantly with each ogling look from Mike’s domineering boss, Denny, my adrenaline levels increased, until I felt like I was going to burst out of my skin. The way Mike’s eyes traced over my body made me writhe sensually in my seat. Sensing he would growl if he could, I think I have entered the Lion's Den. 'Where would this lead?'

Mike hurriedly entered his office, my soft eyes downcast, quietly calming me, yet letting me know it was time to leave.

Mike opened the passenger’s side door of his sedan. "In," he said. Amazing, that he had worked me into such a stir, only having spoken two words so far. I rose to obey, leapt for the security and privacy the car would provide. Mike fixed his eyes on me, and closed my door. Once he had walked around the car and sat in the driver's seat, he gave me a simple, yet emphatic grin. Every driver, I imagined, would see my youthful face, and wanton smile if they happened to look my way. And, excitedly, my thighs rustling, the waitress uniform rising up over my knees, my thoughts wandered to the idea of Mike making me suck his hardening cock with my bouncing bottom raised high in the air.

‘Oh, shit.’ My pussy was flooding as I pictured the passing cars watching us. ‘What a slut,’ the drivers would be thinking. My angelic face burned red with embarrassment as I had wicked thoughts, and yet my pussy was sopping wet, and definite tingles of excitement lay beneath my fear and awkwardness. My mindless meanderings caused my eyes to flutter, and eventually, the stress of the last few days overtook me and I fell into a deep sleep.

We continued driving for what seemed like forever. Finally, the car came to a stop and everything was quiet. Gently, Mike shook my tiny frame awake. He reached over and undid my seat belt. Mike smelled so woodsy, the warm rustic scent that brought a jubilant smile to my face. He looked at me, charming and inquisitive. "You smell good,” I shyly responded.

He smiled back and after another gaze into his eyes, my sight moved to the shifting trees of the countryside, I realized we must be here, so I looked around, adjusting to my beautiful new surroundings. Mike watched my reaction and got out of the car. A few seconds later, he was pulling me out and leading me towards the door.

"I'll get your suitcase later." he spoke as he unlocked the door.

I took a deep breath as Mike slammed the door behind me. Looking around, I became overwhelmed with the house before me. Mike dropped his keys in the bowl on the table next to the door, and slipped off his shoes. I copied his actions and slid my shoes off lining them up as perfectly as possible with my foot, distracted by my current actions I didn't realize He was watching me. I looked up and before I had time to say anything he was pushing me toward the hallway.

We headed down the hall together in silence, my eyes scanning from wall to wall. He didn't have any pictures of family, just what seemed to be great works of nature. Charming and homey, his abode put me at ease. Mike led me to a room at the end of the hall and to the left, and opened the door.

"This will be your room." He stated.

I stared at him with a questioning look on my face, he must have read the confusion and commented, ”You didn't think you would be staying with me, did you?"

I could feel my cheeks getting red and hot, shock overcoming any confidence I had, to speak.

"This room is to be for you and your possessions, so don't get all scared on me."

"I would not do anything to you that you did not agree upon."

I felt disappointed, and it must have shown on my face because Mike chuckled, shaking his head.

I took a deep breath and smiled, trying to show him I was just taking everything in cautiously. I looked around at what was now my temporary room and noticed the walls were a soft mauve and the bed was no bigger than a double. The bedspread was white with purple flowers and all the furniture was antique. There were some lovely black and white photographs hanging on the wall, the room was quite feminine. I turned to Mike and hugged him in thanks, suddenly feeling choked up, staring down at his barefeet.

Mike sighed, grabbed my hand, and lead me out of the room to a room across the hall. He took a pouch from his pocket that contained two keys. He took one and unlocked the door, opening it to reveal a dark room, it seemed to be the exact opposite of mine.

All of the furniture was a dark, cherry wood, the bed was a king sized one with a four poster frame. The walls were a creamy mocha, but the sheer maroon curtains completely let the sunlight shine from the outside.

Mike walked away from me, and turned on a chrome lamp, he then slipped the keys back into the pouch. I wondered why the keys were hidden.

He tucked the pouch in his pocket and walked behind me. I stood there, unsure what to expect next, then, I felt his hand reach up to my hair as he pulled a lock of my coppery hair, and whispered, “You are safe with me.”