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(F/f , reluc, humiliation, bondage, training)

Sara and Ms Davies
By Jamb

Hey, Sara, get over here! Customer!

Sara sighed. It had been only recently that she had moved to San Francisco from her small-time town in California , but she had a feeling that she would never really fit in. The different people, the atmosphere it was proving to be all a little bit too much for this country girl. She looked over at her boss in her big, blue eyes. Mark was a great guy, if not a tad pushy during busy times. She did, however, feel safe with him she knew for a fact he was gay, and therefore the awkwardness that usually existed with men and Sara was gone. And, with the way Sara looked, Mark was one of the few people in the store who wasn't drooling over her. Petite, with long blonde hair and quite large breasts she was indeed a sight for sore eyes.

She walked over, rolling her eyes slightly. It was nearly 5pm the end of her shift and today had been a particularly long day. She rested on the desk and looked brightly at the woman in front of her.

Yes Ma'am, how may I help you?

The woman seemed quite quiet, her eyes never met Sara's. She looked around at the clothes with an air of confidence, her big red lips pouting arrogantly. She had been here every day this week, never buying anything, just looking. Sara had never heard her speak she would often just leave with a grunt of disapproval. Sara hated these customers.

Ma'am? Can I help?

Instantly the woman looked into Sara's eyes, glaring. Sara was taken aback she had not expected such an aggressive final customer of the day. She composed herself again and smiled.

Is there anything that takes your fancy, Ma'am?

The woman smiled weakly; her lips turning. Yes, as a matter of fact, there is. Her words seemed so cold and harsh compared to Sara's, making her feel uneasy. Why was she always left with the weird ones?

I'm having dinner tonight at Dino's tonight, and I was wondering if you'd like to come along.

Again the woman's words took her by surprise. She was used to getting dates of guys, but women? This was a new experience.

Oh, no, sorry, I'm not a lesbian. Sara tried to laugh it off, but she could feel the woman's stare cutting into her.

I know. Come. The woman had stopped smiling, and the offer had turned into an order. 7.30. I'll be expecting you. And with that, the brunette walked out, her heels clicking on the marble floor. Sara watched her leave. What the hell just happened? She had started to sweat a little. She wasn't good in these circumstances, she knew it.

Hey, Mark! Funny story

Mark was always in the mood for gossip. Oh?

Yeah, I just got hit on by a customer.

Oh really? Was he cute?

Well, that's the thing. It wasn't a he, exactly

Oh really?! Gosh, Sara, you're certainly attracting the oddballs. Did you let her down easy?

Well, not exactly. She seemed very insistent, y'know?

Sara was really sweating now. She hadn't said no, and she had no way of contacting this woman to cancel. Dammit.

Well, how do you know she was hitting on you? Maybe she's just bad with people, and she just wants you as a friend. You seem like an easily approachable person, anyway.

Sara smiled at this. Of course that was what it was. She wasn't a lesbian she had told the woman this. The woman just wanted a friend to come to dinner with her. Of course.

So are you going to go?

Well, I don't have much choice. I can't cancel, and I'd hate to stand her up.

She giggled slightly. She hadn't got any other plans for tonight, so this was a welcome surprise. Plus, in this big new city , she needed all the friends she could get. She said goodbye to Mark, and went back home to get changed for her night out.

7.35, and she was still in the taxi in traffic. Darn, I hope she's not one of those obsessive types, she thought as the rain came down the window of the taxi. She hated being late, but what with this being her first month in a new city , she was getting it a lot. She got out at Dino's, and walked in, noticing the brunette sitting on her table all alone. She pulled up a chair and giggled.

Ooh, weather out there is awful, eh?

The woman looked up at her angrily.

You're late.

Sara stood there for a second, taken aback by her tone. She really wasn't good with people.

Well, only five minutes

You're late. Her eyes started to dig into her again, and she started to sweat.

S-sorry. She went to sit down, but the woman put up a hand to stop her.

Did I say you could sit?

Wwhat?

Did I say you could sit?

No, but do I need permission?

The brunette said nothing, just glared at her. After a moment, she nodded her head. You may sit. Sara sat down, shocked. What a bitch! Still, she was probably just nervous. First impressions are always the worst. The woman looked at her with those big brown eyes, and smiled.

So, tell me. What's your name?

Sara. Yours?

Ms Davies.

Sara laughed. Have you a first name then?

You needn't know it.

Sara rolled her eyes. There was something strange about this woman still, it was a night out, something of a rarity for Sara these days.

So, tell me about yourself, Ms Davies. What do you do for a living?

Silence. Ms Davies just stared at Sara, making Sara shake slightly. Sara couldn't maintain eye contact any longer and looked at the floor to escape Ms Davies gaze. Ms Davies, with a slight smile, ignored her question and cast her eyes down at the menu.

You shall have the duck, I believe. It's very good.

Sara, not daring to look up in case of that terrifying stare, muffled a snort. How dare she be so arrogant to pick her meal? Still looking down, she opened her mouth to speak, only to be instantly interrupted by Ms Davies. You will have the duck. Her voice was less suggestive, ordering her.

Yeah, OK. It looks good. Sara tried to smile up at Ms Davies, but found herself powerless to do so. Her pouting lips and her fiery but harsh eyes made it so hard to disobey.

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