If you’ve ever worked in a restaurant you know what it’s like, sexual tension, sneaky comments and actually “touching” parts of the body that ...no one else can see. Paris would say, “Right behind.” And I would say, “Ha. That’s how I like it.” He’d brush up against my breast, I’d lean over a little too much, he’d smack my ass, and I’d rub his dick. All this going on before our shift starts and I’m being overly stressed. As were walking back towards the kitchen together he keeps looking at me.. To Chrissie’s shock and consternation, as the turned around one of the clothes racks, she came face to face with her mother. For a few brief seconds they stared at each other without speaking; Anne Beaumont because she knew not to talk to work slaves and Chrissie because she dare not say a word in front of her owner. “Kristi...” Anne blurted out before Haim tugged his partner’s hand and pulled her away. Chrissie blushed deeply knowing the whip and strap bruises covering the front of her body. " That is the second time in a week where I was in a bet where the loser bit off more than they could handle. I had a feeling based on his actions before the game that he was either a cheat or desperate. I had no visions of walking out of there with all of my winnings."She asked, "I had the same feeling. Why did you put us at risk if you knew the reward wouldn't be there on the other end?"I replied, "I wanted the challenge. I thought 100 points would be the spread as well. We played a perfect. We all knew that anybody who interfered would end up getting kicked, punched and verbally abused. They had to get it out of their system on their own. This was a bit strange as both girls were in their early 20s, several years older than rest of us but couldn't seem to graduate - no matter how hard they tried. Rumor had it that they were coke addicts and even worse - lesbians. "Lesbians" - that word always sent a chill up my spine. I didn't mind gays. I always suspected I was bisexual myself,.