The lethargic ticking of the clock hanging over Jason’s desk taunted me.

“Gotta run this over to corporate,” he boasted. “You don’t mind closing, do you?”

Of course, I didn’t, I said. I never did, because if I did, then Jason would start being a dick, and then this stupid coffee shop job would be even lamer than it already was.

“Riley is in charge, everyone,” Jason would announce as if he’d just done me a great honor. He was always ‘running to corporate,’ full of mediocre self-importance. I’d had to cultivate a knack for only rolling my eyes inwardly.

At least now we were finally closed and it was just me and Nico left. She was by far the least annoying person at work, and she always sang along softly with the music while she cleaned, as if no one could hear her.

Her pretty voice floated back into the office now, where I’d just finished Jason’s job of reconciling the books. Stretching out the kinks in my shoulders, I went to the doorframe and leaned against it, watching Nico sweep the floor.

With a jumble of dark hair piled on her head and berry red lips, it was hard not to stare. The only girls I’d ever known who were that pretty were always a little bitchy and full of themselves, but Nico was quiet and unassuming. She didn’t wilt, but she wasn’t arrogant, either. She moved through the world like she was grateful to be in it.

Looking up and catching sight of me, she gasped and clutched the broom tighter.

“Jesus fucking christ, you scared me!” Nico also swore like a sailor, adding to her charm.

“Sorry,” I grinned. “Didn’t want to interrupt your singing.”

She blushed a little and waved me off.

“Please. I should leave it to Adele.” She gave me a small smile and started sweeping again. “All done doing the boss’s dirty work?”

“Seriously,” I shook my head. “I don’t mind the work, but I’d like to get paid for it.”

“None of us get paid what we’re worth. Customer service is the pits.” As she crouched to sweep debris into a dustpan, the gap in Nico’s blouse left a peek of her cleavage in full view. I tried to look away, but god… she had such perfect breasts… 

She looked up and caught me staring. Damnit.

But instead of calling me out, she smiled and the flush in her cheeks grew deeper. Standing up, she emptied the dustpan and leaned the broom against the wall.

“It’s hot in here, isn’t it?” she asked. And somehow it didn’t sound like a cliche line. It just sounded like… she was hot. Then she went on, “I don’t know why they turn the air off before we’re done for the night.”

“Because they’re cheap ass bastards,” I snorted, and she laughed.

“Totally…” Chewing her lip, she unbuttoned one of the buttons on her blouse.

….Was I seeing that right? Was I having a small stroke? 

…Nope. Not a stroke. Her blouse was definitely more unbuttoned, and I could definitely see more of her delicious cleavage.

Leaning against the counter, she lowered her lashes and looked at me shyly.

“To be honest… I wish you really were the boss,” she said.

Part of me couldn’t believe I was hearing her right, but for months now, we’d been flirting. And we’d joked around about getting Jason fired so I could be paid for all the extra work I did… and there was that one night. 

That night Nico had worn a skirt to work, much like the one she was wearing now - short and black - and when she’d left for the night, she said goodbye and then bent from the waist to unlock the floor bolt on the front door. She saw me watching, and she didn’t crouch. She bent from the waist and gave me a clear view of her panties. I’d been too startled to do or say anything, but she turned to me and smiled as she left. It was clearly no accident.

And now, here we were again. Alone in an empty, overheated coffee shop. Me with my increasing blood flow and her with her slightly unbuttoned blouse… 

I wish you really were the boss… 

To my surprise, my words came to me quite easily.

“Oh yeah? You’d like to work for me?” I said. 

She nodded. “Mmhm…”

I cocked my head to one side and let myself stare brazenly at her chest. She made no move to cover herself or turn away. So I went for it.

“If you worked for me, I’m afraid white blouses wouldn’t be allowed,” I told her.

“...Oh? Why’s that?” Her bright eyes looking up at me, Nico gripped the sides of the counter, her breath growing a little ragged. And I don’t know how I knew, but I did… 

I knew exactly what she wanted me to say.

“Because they get dirty too easily. You wouldn’t want to be a dirty girl now, would you?”

She shook her head, slowly.

“No, boss… not if it would displease you.” 

Damn. If Nico wanted to please me, I wasn’t about to discourage her.

Glancing around the counter, sink, and shelves, I saw dirty dishes, spills and stains, and other various messes. 

“Looks like you still have quite a bit of cleaning up to do,” I said. Nico nodded in agreement. “You’re hot,” I went on, “and I don’t want that white blouse to get dirty. Take it off.”

With a sharp intake of breath, Nico immediately started undoing her buttons. Just like that. Before I knew it, she was standing in front of me in only her short, black skirt, a black lace push-up bra, and her white Converse. She stood there staring at me with her wide, dark eyes and pouty little berry mouth. It took me a minute to realize she was awaiting further instruction.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I asked. “Those dishes aren’t going to clean themselves.”

“Yes, boss,” she said, and hopped over to the sink, setting to work at once. I’d never ordered anyone around like this in my life, at least not in a kinky way. But, fuck… Her immediate willingness to obey… If this was what it felt like to be in charge, I could really get used to it.

Crossing over to her, I took hold of one of her bra straps and slid it off her shoulder. She shuddered as a light smattering of goosebumps appeared on her skin. Leaning close, I spoke low and deep in her ear.

“I’m going to finish my work in the office. I’ll be back soon to check on your progress. Is that understood?”

Nico nodded and scrubbed the mug in her hand.

“Understood. Thank you, boss.”

I smirked at that, I couldn’t help it. She was thanking me?

But my role here was clear, so I gave her a little pat on the ass (holy fuck, her ass…) and said “You’re welcome” as I left the room.

Back in the office, I realized I’d already finished my work. I instantly felt guilty for not being out there helping Nico, but this was what she wanted, right? I decided to wait ten minutes and then check on her, both to keep this - ridiculous, amazing, sexy as hell - fun going, and to make sure I was reading it all correctly.

In the meantime, I did a quick google search… dominant submissive role play.

It’s kind of incredible how much you can learn in ten minutes.

Returning to the front, I took a moment to drink in the sight of Nico in her bra, scrubbing dishes at my behest. While my internet search definitely turned up some things that would land firmly on my kink NO list, this right here… this I was not mad about.

“Turn off the water,” I said. And falling in line with our new dynamic, she complied.

I beckoned her over to me and took her face in my hands.

“Is this what you want?” I asked.

She nodded. “Very much so.”

It might’ve been a hip catchphrase that was suddenly everywhere, but it was also true… consent really was sexy.

“Do you have a safeword?” I asked.

Nico lowered her lashes, then looked up at me and smiled.

“I have to admit… I’m impressed,” she said. “I wasn’t sure if you… if this was what you wanted…” 

“It’s new for me,” I confessed. “But so far, I am very much enjoying myself.”

She nodded again. Such a quiet little communicator.

“Radish.” The word left her mouth, soft and bashful.

It was my turn to nod. “Radish.” I repeated it so she would know I had heard her. So she would know she was safe.

“Well now, my little worker bee,” I said, “I think you’ve had a long enough break. Time to finish those dishes. And lose the skirt.”

Goddamn if that girl didn’t let out an actual whimper. It was simultaneously adorable and one of the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard.

Then she took off her tiny black skirt, and it was like Christmas on a Tuesday in April. Because Nico’s ass clothed was one thing, but Nico’s ass in nothing but a thong was a revelation.

I let out a low exhale.

“Wow. Thank you. You are a… very good employee.” I told her.

“Thank you, boss.” Her smile grew broader. “It makes me very happy to do a good job for you.”

Her ass was like a magnet my hands could no longer resist. I took hold and squeezed, while I nuzzled her neck and licked her earlobe. She moaned, just a little, and her body started to arch under my touch… 

“Mmm, that’s good,” I murmured, “because as soon as you’re done with those dishes, I see a couple of spills that need mopping up.”

“Y-yes… yes, boss…” Nico pressed her body against mine, and I smiled into her collarbone. I’d barely touched her and she was already so… receptive.

“Keep doing a good job, and I won’t have to punish you,” I said, emphasizing my point with a decent smack on her ass.

She yelped a little and assured me she would keep doing a good job. I ordered her back to work, and was both deeply gratified and still slightly surprised when she obeyed me so readily.

This time I stuck around to watch her work, and fuck me… I never knew how much I enjoyed the sight of a beautiful, compliant girl doing the dishes in her lingerie, just for me. Watching Nico’s curves jiggle as she scrubbed, it was that last bit that galvanized me the most. She was doing all of this just for me. 

As I stood there brimming with new levels of confidence, I watched Nico finish washing the last dish and then start working to clean up the spills… on her hands and knees.

I opened my mouth to protest. I had meant with a mop… she should be using a mop but good fucking lord… her breasts started to spill out of her bra. Her incredible bottom swayed back and forth while she cleaned, scouring the floor with nothing but a small rag and determination… 

“That’s enough.” The words sounded more curt than I intended. “Get up, come into my office.”

Nico scrambled to her feet and followed me into “my” office.