Working here so far has been easy, the job's good, they pay well and I'm kinda sad that I'll have to leave by Monday. Everyone here is civilized....
"Heyyyyyy....we have a....a little kitty here with us, say 'purrr' little kitty....'purrr' " Someone says as my arm is grabbed roughly, I tried to pry my hands out of his iron fist but he just wouldn't let go, maybe I spoke too soon.
"Excuse me sir, I'm on duty right now and what you're asking isn't on the menu, how about you order some drinks and I'll bring them for you?" I say, not knowing what else to do.
"I said say 'purr'!!!" He yells at me this time and yanks me towards his lap, in an instant i could feel hands on me, touching me and no matter how much I moved it tried to get up, I kept getting pushed back down, how could a drunk man have such a tight grip.
"Let me go!"
"Why? You wouldn't say purr you little pussy, isn't that what your freaking job is?!!" He yells and says a few more profanities that I really wish my mind could block out.
"Aww, look at her, my little fiancee is getting 'it'. Why didn't you come to me when you wanted this? I'd be happy to help" I looked up to see the bastard speaking. Taylor fucking Wright.