Slave Girls by D. L. King

Author:D. L. King [D. L. King; Caraway, Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cleis Press

GREEN’S

Lisette Ashton

He treats us like slaves,” Sarah hissed.

She had whispered the sentiment into her mobile phone but the words echoed around the haberdashery shop as though they had been bellowed through a megaphone.

Monica glanced at Sarah in surprise.

Old Mrs. Higgins closed her eyes and shook her head in dismay.

Green, his eyes unreadable through his dark glasses, regarded Sarah with an expression that was thin-lipped, inscrutable and unsmiling. It was a moment that transformed the mood of the day into something lethargic and heavy with the threat of impending disaster. Each passing minute dragged like slow-motion footage of an inevitable car crash.

Monica’s chest was tight with the sense of anticipation.

An eon later the church bell chimed six times to indicate it was the end of the working day. In the stillness of Green’s Haberdashery the sound was like the champagne-cork-popping promise of a long-awaited armistice.

Monica took a step back to watch developments. Old Mrs. Higgins reached for her coat. Sarah was rushing to the doorway with unseemly haste.

“Wait!”

Green snapped the single word as Sarah placed her fingers on the door handle.

Sarah was a large girl. Monica had always used the word cuddly when describing her. Green had overheard this euphemism once. He had laughed nastily and said, “That’s a fuck of a lot of cuddling.”

Monica supposed it was an accurate assessment.

“I have to get home, Mr. Green,” Sarah said. “It’s my brother’s birthday and...”

Her voice trailed off as he walked to the shop door.

Absently, he turned the card that said OPEN so that it would have told late customers that Green’s Haberdashery was CLOSED. He drew the bolt on the door, effectively locking himself and his staff in the shop.

Monica drew a low, heavy breath.

It was going to be one of those evenings. A tremor of raw excitement rippled through the inner muscles of her sex. She could feel her nipples tightening inside her bra. She felt momentarily dizzy at the prospect of what might happen.

Green employed three members of staff: herself, Sarah and old Mrs. Higgins.

Green, a broad man, his head shaved bald and his eyes constantly hidden behind shaded spectacles, was known to be a strict disciplinarian. He shouted at those beneath him. He browbeat and bullied subordinates into submission. And he considered all of his employees to be subordinates. He had a reputation for being harsh and brutal and Sarah was not the first person to suggest that he treated his employees like slaves. Sarah was simply the first person stupid enough to say it within Green’s hearing.

Monica wondered if Sarah had already learned her lesson. Judging by the way she tried to move past Green to get to the shop doorway and make her escape, Sarah clearly had learned no such thing.

“I have to get home, Mr. Green,” Sarah said as she reached for the door handle. “It’s my brother’s birthday and I promised him I’d bake a cake. You have to let me go home now.”

Green stepped to one side.

Monica was chilled to see that he wore a smile.

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