Pandora's Box Ch. 01b

"Oh my God," Dani whispered, her eyes widening. Naomi went through the other colours too as Dani named them; green was fantasy and wish fulfilment; yellow was for lesbians; white was for orgies and group sex; and black was apparently mind control and hypnosis. Finally, there was one colour left.

"What about blue?" Dani asked, wondering what Naomi had to say about Pregnancy Craps.

"Blue is a pregnancy risk roleplay," Naomi said matter-of-factly as she gathered glasses from a table. "Essentially you go to a private room, pick out an outfit, and act out a scenario related to that outfit. Depending on which scenario you choose, you will either have sex with a condom or without."

"Pregnancy risk?" Dani asked innocently.

Naomi nodded. "Yep. If you get a scenario that calls for the waitress to be creampied, there's a chance she can get pregnant, especially since you can only play that one when you're in the most fertile part of your cycle."

"That's crazy," Dani said, feigning surprise but also feeling a jolt go through her as she heard the rules described again.

"Anyway, don't worry about those. It's your trial shift, you shouldn't be trying on any of those badges to be honest."

Dani felt her heart skip a bit. That almost sounded like a challenge.

As she absent-mindedly wandered back over to the bar, distracted yet again with thoughts of Preg Craps, Dani was brought back to earth with a loud smack! and a sudden stinging sensation on her butt cheek. She yelped out, covering her ass with her hands, and turned to see one of the Italian Mafiosos leering at her from his seat.

"Come here, beautiful," he taunted in broken English, flexing his hand. The other men on the table were in tears of laughter as the offender beckoned Dani to come closer. Ordinarily Dani would have been much more incensed at a violation like that; however, in this strange place, and knowing who these men were and what they were capable of, she could only meekly approach the table, wincing at the sharp pain in her soft, round cheek.

"Sit on me," the Mafioso grinned, grabbing Dani by the arm. She gulped and looked around helplessly for Naomi, who was nowhere to be seen.

"I need to get back to w-work," she stammered, as the Italians laughed even more. The Mafioso yanked her forward, and Dani's voluptuous tits jiggled in their confines as she landed heavily on his thigh. He pushed his hand up the back of her miniskirt and grabbed her ass cheek, squeezing it hard.

"Ow!" Dani gasped, cringing in pain but too afraid to try and stop it. If it had been a regular guy, she absolutely would have slapped him by now, but what the hell do you do when it's a mob boss?

The Mafioso said something to her in Italian as he squeezed harder. His other hand, which had been resting on top of her thigh, now began to creep up her leg and under her skirt. Dani squirmed uncomfortably as the other men at the table laughed and laughed, and then she squealed as she felt the Mafioso's fingers probe her pussy through her panties...

Slap!

Dani viciously backhanded the Mafioso; he was so surprised that his grip loosened, and she twisted out of arm's reach, panting. He looked up, a large red welt on his cheek, with a livid expression. Dani felt her soul leave her body as he stood up. His companions remained seated, their mouths hanging open, watching as he approached Dani who was rooted to the spot in fear.

Suddenly, Dani felt a reassuring hand on her shoulder -- it was Naomi. She approached the Mafioso, babbling in Italian; the Mafioso responded in kind, and soon Naomi seemed to be arguing with the entire table. The full exchange lasted no more than 30 seconds, but it felt like years for Dani as she watched, burning with embarrassment and rubbing her sore bum.

Finally, the Mafioso seemed to calm down -- he took his seat and stared hard at Dani, who shrunk back under his gaze. Then, to her surprise and relief, he grinned and laughed, saying something to her in Italian.

Naomi laughed too, then turned to Dani. "He called you feisty. And he also said that he'd love to bend you over their table and fuck you in front of everyone."

Dani let out a small, disbelieving laugh at the absurdity of the situation she'd found herself in. "What am I even supposed to say to that?" she gasped.

Naomi laughed and shrugged. "Whatever you want. Although I think he wants to give you something."

Dani looked over and saw the Mafioso beckoning her over once again. Slightly perturbed after her previous encounter, she nevertheless approached cautiously. As she reached him, he said something in Italian.

"He wants you to lean over," Naomi translated. Dani did as she was told.

The Mafioso said something else, and Dani made a surprised noise as she felt his fingers dancing across her cleavage. She pulled back and saw that he had stuffed several banknotes between her breasts. The other Italians were laughing again.

"It's his way of apologising," Naomi laughed. "And he says your boobs are the best he's ever seen."

"Thank you! Uh, grazie, grazie mille," Dani stuttered as she backed away. With Naomi she headed back to the bar.

"Sorry about that," Naomi said, looking remorseful. "I shouldn't have let you go near them alone."

"It's alright," Dani replied, still a little shaken but relieved that nothing too terrible had happened. "I guess a trial-by-fire is what I need in a job like this."

"I won't lie and say stuff like this is rare, but if you keep your wits about you and remember we're all here to support each other, it won't get to your head. Besides, you eventually do pretty well out of it." She gestured at Dani's chest. "You gonna keep those there all night or what?"

"Huh? Oh!" Dani was so flustered that she had forgotten to remove the notes from her cleavage. She pulled them out and counted. "Holy shit," she gasped.

"How much?"

It was five €200 notes.

"€1000!"

"Not bad! Give 'em here, I'll put them in the pot. Plenty more where that came from, believe me."

"Pretty decent for a trial shift, right honey?" a familiar voice drawled from behind. Dani turned and smiled when she saw Alma, who looked very amused. "You handled yourself quite well there, although I would in future be firmer earlier and also be a bit less... handsy."

"Noted," Dani laughed.

"Either way, it's almost midnight. Your trial shift is done."

"Oh." Dani felt a pang of disappointment. She was really getting into the groove of things, and the show still didn't start for another hour. The entire evening felt like it had just begun.

Alma noticed Dani's downcast expression and smiled. "Remember, you don't have to go home. You can stay longer if you'd like."

"Can I?" Dani grinned. "I'd love to!"

"More the merrier, of course," Alma beamed. "I had a good feeling about you Dani. You're about to have one hell of an evening."

The Blue Badge

There was now less than an hour to go until the show started, and Dani could feel the anticipation starting to build in the room. Both guests and staff were getting more laid back and looser in their behaviour, and Dani noticed it especially at her new table. Most of the occupants were keenly interested in her, especially the handsome businessman she had locked eyes with earlier, who continued to regard her with distinct curiosity.

"Are you our new waitress?" he asked in a deep, resonant voice, his mouth forming into a cool smirk.

"I... I am," Dani said breathlessly, doing her best not to swoon right then and there in front of him. His gaze was fixed on hers again. Dani couldn't look away even if she had wanted to -- she felt herself falling into those deep green eyes. He held out a steady hand.

"I'm Luis."

"I'm Dani," she gasped, grabbing his hand enthusiastically. He had a strong, firm handshake, and she shivered as she suddenly craved his touch all over her body.

"Are you having a good evening, Dani? I trust the other guests have been treating you well?" His slight smirk grew wider and Dani went bright red; the Mafiosos were sat on the next table over, and he surely had witnessed her encounter with them.

"They... they've been lovely so far, yes."

"Good." Dani felt like she was about to melt under his gaze. "I'll take a White Russian."

"Oh. Sure, okay." She had momentarily forgotten that she was still their waitress for now.

"Get one for yourself too," Luis said, "it's on me."

"Oh, no, it's ok. I'm not a huge fan of vodka," Dani stuttered.

Luis just looked amused at this. "You'll like this one. If you don't, have the bar add more cream."

You can add all the cream you want to me, Dani thought. She nodded and took orders from the rest of the table, all of whom introduced themselves to her.

"My God, you are gorgeous!" a bubbly woman named Grace gasped, eyeing Dani admirably. "How does a pretty thing like you end up in a place like this?"

Dani just chuckled. "It was mostly an accident."

She took the orders back to the bar and entered them at the till, smiling at Naomi as the latter sidled up from behind.

"How's your table?"

"Yeah, they're nice!"

"That tanned guy certainly seems to like you," Naomi noted with a grin, nodding at Luis.

"I felt like I was gonna faint," Dani gasped, laughing at the same time. "He is absolutely gorgeous."

She brought the drinks over, handing Luis' over first. "Thank you," he smiled, fixing his hard gaze on her. Dani smiled back and held the gaze for a couple of seconds, before blushing furiously and turning away. She heard Luis chuckle softly.

After she had handed the rest out one of the others at the table -- a guy in a white tuxedo named Brad -- held a half-empty bottle of champagne up in front of Dani. "I'm not sure we can finish this," he grinned at her, "maybe you should have some?"

"Is that how you usually get girls to sleep with you?" Dani responded with a smirk, as the entire table erupted in laughter.

As she returned to the bar, Naomi was looking at her curiously. "You teetotal or something?"

"I... no? What?"

"They just offered you everything left in that bottle and you turned it down."

Now it was Dani's turn to look weirdly at Naomi. "What do you mean? I'm on shift, I can't drink."

Naomi laughed. "Yes you can. The rules are a little... different here. You need to vibe with the guests -- if they're drinking, so are you."

Dani's mouth dropped open. "So, we just drink as much as we want?"

"More or less. Try not to get absolutely shitfaced, but you won't be fired if you do. Well, not the first time anyway."

As Dani walked back towards Luis' table, Brad tantalisingly held the champagne bottle up again. "Changed your mind?"

Dani grinned. "Seeing as you're so convincing..." She took the bottle, raised it to her glossy lips and had a sip. The table all made a disappointed noise.

"That's all you're gonna have?"

Dani hesitated a second, and then lifted the bottle again, taking a bigger gulp. The table all cheered, and Brad started clapping. "More! More!"

Feeling giddy, and enjoying the sparkling yet smooth liquid that cost more than her monthly rent, Dani tipped back her head and continued drinking.

"Down it! Down it!" they chanted, thumping their fists on the table, making the rose vase and bottles shake. Luis was the only one who didn't join in, quietly watching the festivities in front of him with wry amusement.

Dani continued drinking and, to her shock, actually managed to finish the bottle. She slammed it down on the table, completely empty. "Easy," she smirked, letting out a cute burp, and the table roared in approval. She felt light-headed -- she could feel the alcohol hitting her already.

The next half hour passed in a blur. Literally. Dani drank more and more as it was offered to her, and the tips had now started to pour in. Heavy house music thumped in her ears and the lights swirled around her along with the sound of jovial laughter and merriment. She was having an incredible time -- it was easily the most fun she had ever had working. The alcohol, paired with her growing confidence, lowered her inhibitions even further which, considering Dani had never been a particularly prudish girl, was now very low indeed.

Every now and then she would catch Luis' eye as she continued about her business -- no words would pass between them, but the long silent looks they gave each other said far more. Dani was more than used to men staring at her with lust and impulse, and yet no man had ever looked at her like Luis did. There was something sophisticated and yet paradoxically animalistic about his gaze -- in those moments she felt like prey, and him the predator. When most guys looked at her, regardless of how much they wanted her, there was usually an uncertainty there -- an uncertainty as to whether they would actually be able to fulfil their desires with her. Not so with Luis. He looked at her with absolute assurance, with the purest confidence that he was going to do to her everything he wanted.

As she returned to the bar, it suddenly occurred to Dani that she hadn't seen either of the girls wearing the blue badges in some time. Her heart skipped a beat as she scanned the room slowly and realised they were nowhere to be seen at all. She bit her lip, her head whirling. Were they upstairs right now, playing Pregnancy Craps? The thought made Dani shiver with anticipation, and she felt the familiar wetness in her pussy return. One or both of those girls might very well end up walking away tonight with more than just their tips...

"Hey, Dani? You good?" Dani was snapped out of her fantasy by Naomi appearing in front of her, looking concerned.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm good."

"You looked a little out of it," Naomi said, laughing nervously. "I thought you may have had a little too much to drink."

"I'm fine, I promise," Dani smiled.

"Well, great. I think your table could use some bottles cleared before the show starts."

"You got it." Dani sauntered over to Luis' table. Brad and the rest were involved in their own deep conversation, debating the nature of the show they were in for tonight, and didn't pay her much attention. But Luis watched intently as she approached and pulled her gently to the side.

"Where's your badge?" he asked softly, his palm resting gently on her hip. Dani fidgeted as a charge of lust rushed through her, the result of both his question and his touch.

"My badge?" she asked, playing dumb. She knew exactly what he meant.

"I forgot you're new," Luis said, smiling. "The waitresses wear badges here. You've probably seen them without realising. They indicate if a waitress is willing to..." He paused to find the right words. "...have some fun with a client."

Dani grinned and cocked her head to the side playfully with her hand on her hip. "Oh yeah? What kind of fun?"

Luis' smile grew wider. His hand drifted down Dani's hip and thigh to the hem of her miniskirt -- making her gulp nervously -- before he took it away. His eyes flashed down to her bare thigh and then back up to hold her gaze.

"You're a very beautiful girl Dani," he said simply. "I'd love to get to know you better."

"Oh. Wow." Dani couldn't even say anything else as her mind practically imploded at that exact moment. She wanted to scream 'yes' and leap into his arms.

"I... I do know about the badges actually," she admitted, feeling flushed.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. I... which colour do you like?" She waited with bated breath as Luis regarded her with his cool gaze.

"I've always been partial to the blue badge," Luis said, his face giving nothing away.

Dani felt her mouth drop open slightly. Her palms began to sweat and arousal bubbled inside her. "B-blue, huh?"

"That's right. You know which one that is?"

Dani nodded, her eyes wide. She knew the chances of her getting a risky creampie that night had just skyrocketed, and her pussy started to leak steadily in response.

"I won't force you to do anything Dani. But if you were to wear one, it would make me very happy."

Dani nodded again, completely lost for words, a wanton ache rapidly developing between her legs. She forced a smile, not wanting Luis to mistake her silence for fear or anger. "I'll... I'll be right back."

Dani made a split-second decision. She turned towards the bar, her raging hormones leading the way. As she got closer, strutting past the tables, she started to feel cocky. In fact, she felt invincible. This, coupled with the alcohol, had removed virtually all restraint she had upon entering Pandora's Box. Luis was so ridiculously attractive, and there was so much fun she could have with him. And, after all, what was life without a little bit of risk?

Dani skipped over to the bar, where Jake was hanging up some wine glasses. "You're looking very happy with yourself," he smirked.

"I have every reason to be," Dani said, smiling cryptically.

"Uh huh. I assume you're here for one of those reasons then?"

Dani smiled coyly at Jake. "I was hoping you could pass me one of those blue badges."

Jake's cocksure grin faltered slightly and he raised an eyebrow at Dani. "You want a blue badge. Like, one of these?" He reached beneath the bar and pulled out the infamous token, holding it tantalisingly in front of Dani between his thumb and index finger.

"Yes!" Dani made a grab for it, but Jake pulled it away out of her reach.

"Woah! I'm under strict -- very strict -- orders from Alma to not let you have one of these. Or any of them since you're on a trial shift." He twirled the badge teasingly between his fingers and smiled smugly at her.

"Technically my trial shift is over; now I'm on a regular shift," Dani reasoned, leaning over the bar to ensure her sublime cleavage hung temptingly in front of Jake. "So, give it over." She batted her eyelashes at him. "I'd really appreciate it you know."

But Jake just shook his head. "Maybe if Alma comes down again I'll ask her. But, until then, it's a no from me. Besides -" He put the token down on the bar and leant towards Dani, their faces now barely half a foot apart, "- I don't think you know what that blue badge means anyway. Else you wouldn't be asking for it."

"But maybe I do," Dani responded, staring into Jake's eyes. He had very nice eyes. "Maybe Naomi told me exactly what the blue badge means."

Jake's smile disappeared, and he looked with distinct concern at Dani. "Oh? And what does it mean then?"

Dani hesitated. She liked Jake -- he was good fun, and very good looking. She suddenly had cold feet -- what if he got freaked out or thought she was a weirdo if she revealed she wanted to play Preg Craps?

"Uh... I'm kidding around. I don't know. One of the other waitresses just asked me to get one for her," Dani lied.

A look of relief came over Jake. "Well, she'll have to get it herself. I can't give one to you, even if it's for someone else."

"Oh, right. Sure." Dani smiled awkwardly at Jake and left for her table. How the hell was she supposed to play Pregnancy Craps with Luis if she couldn't get a blue badge? She grumbled in frustration at the ceaseless ache between her legs, an ache that she knew would bother her relentlessly unless she found a way to alleviate it.

Dani glanced at a clock on the wall and noted that it was now nearly 1AM. An hour into Sunday. The same day she was due to ovulate. She felt a charge of exhilaration as she wondered whether her egg had been released already, waiting for the sperm of some stranger to come and fertilise it. It would certainly be another explanation as to her inexorable arousal, aside from the alcohol.

As Dani approached Luis' table, an announcer arrived on the stage to warm the crowd up.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" There was a loud boom, and confetti burst out of two cannons sat either side of the stage, reaching as far as the bar. Smoke also steamed out of vents at the edges of the room, cloaking the main stage in an ethereal veneer. "Boy, do we have something special for you tonight!"