The Dom-Trap Son 2 - (The Good Son, SI)
The Cauldron was a top-notch place. If you knew anyone with connections, then it's very likely you may find them during the nighttime at the location.
I had no clue who the owner was, but I knew he had some shady businesses behind the establishment. In fact, it was an open secret that The Cauldron lived both as a bar and as a quality brothel. The 'Waitress' were all meant to wear outfits which could range from classic attires to outright skimpy cosplay.
I was one of the guys that actually did the expected job from the waitress- pick orders, get dishes moving, shake things up in the kitchen if it was taking too long for stuff to get prepped up and... well, regular shit for a waiter. The salary was indeed getting to pleasant levels, to the point that it would have been perfect...
If not for the fact that the Russian Mob was literally giving me fucking 'rent' to pay on a weekly basis.
This was a bit of an issue considering that trying to tell mom to get the cops involved resulted in her lamenting how the entire police force was rotten to the core in town due to the mafia's connections there. I was far from happy, and I was far from pleased with the idea that each week would see a raise of 50 bucks to the initial 500 each week.
Everything had to be paid every Monday and... one would ask me: why? Why are you paying them to spare your sorry excuse of a new father?
And the thing is... I wasn't paying it for him. I was paying it for me.
If they got access to him, and could access to my mother if I got cocky, then it meant that they had all interests to 'kill off' any sort of loose end. And I was one of that if I decided to refuse paying. As much as I wanted to just bank on my savings to get a new life in Mexico, I realized these people had too many contacts and too many 'daddy issues' to let me go as easily.
They were tracking me already as they contacted me twice already as I checked near the town's outskirts. They didn't want me to leave, which meant they had some guy keeping an eye on me all the time. Worrisome, but I wasn't interested in getting myself screwed in any way.
Even more when it became clear what was this life trying to give me as a 'solution'.
"You could try your luck as a waitress." The one that offered this option was a black-haired woman with purple eyes. She wore a simple open jacket over her bra and a pair of normal pants.
This here was Katie.
A darling at the place that was kept at the counter since she was the 'smartest slut' from the comments coming from some people talking about her. Katie was supposedly the gal that gave me a job - she found me miserable as I tried to 'stand up for myself' and decided to take pity of me.
I hadn't told Katie what got me to need the extra checks, but she seemed keen to pick up how I needed the cash.
"You really want me to be a femboy or something?"
Her violet eyes glowed at the idea. "Who wouldn't? You have the body for it."
"Gee, Katie. Thanks for being a friend."
"I am just giving you a suggestion. You would get paid well-"
"Until the boss notices that one of his new girls has a cock between 'her' legs," I interrupted, causing her to snort. "Still, I get it. You want to help without screwing yourself and it's fine."
"But?"
"I am not compromising myself because of an economic issue," I answered calmly. "I'll just find a way to make money on my own. I am a boy of many ways."
"And with a thick ass~."
...
"Katie, you really need to get dicked."
She merely giggled at that and I felt relieved this bitch was somewhat able to not make it too obvious she was into forced-sissification. I had realized this was indeed the core issue of my new situation, and I knew I wasn't going to do that sort of shit.
Nope.
Instead, I focused on the current job, the shift ending successfully as Thursday night was soon upon me. I managed to make it back home without any worry, relieved that I would have no workday for Friday due to how shifts worked at the place - lots of waiters, thus it was easy for The Cauldron to handle a kind 'four days, five hour' worktime for me.
I got back home a wreck. I closed the door behind me, yawning tiredly as I welcomed the kind bed and-
Bzzzt!
The phone decided to vibrate with a new message. I glared at it, really hoping that it wasn't a scam and... I sighed as I realized the name there was worse than a scam - it was my 'girlfriend'.
Susan was Damien's childhood sweetheart. Our families had been close for many years, and I know that Susan had only recently lost her father, leaving her and her voluptuous mommy without a 'man of the house'.
I hadn't personally met with her, but we had a bit of a 'fight' over my decision to leave school. She said I had 'abandoned' her or something, but I reminded her I was going to get her more cash to have fun during our dates, the next one planned for Friday so... yeah, I was really hoping this wasn't another fight in the making.
"Hey," I held back a yawn as I greeted Susan through the call.
"Hey, baby. I... Are you busy?"
"Nope."
"Tired?"
"A bit, but never enough with you."
She giggled at the cheesy line, and yet I could tell something was up with her.
"Sorry, still... I need to talk to you. It's about College."
I rolled my eyes, shifting in the bed. "What about?"
"Do you... remember how you told me that some teachers are... shady?"
Hm.
"Yes, what about it?"
"Well, I was approached by one- I mean, two teachers in these days. And they wanted me to take their courses but... they are weird."
I looked at the ceiling. "How much weird?"
"Mr. Oliver said something about reaffirming a... new status quo, and told me that looking into BBC may be what I need."
"Have you looked into BBC?" I asked, feeling one moment away from breaking with the girl. Damien may have had stakes with her, but I was not going to give a shit about 'losing' her if she was already pussy-deep with that kind of crowd.
"N-No. I wanted to ask if you-"
"Acronym for Big Black Cock. Question, have you noticed if this Mr. Oliver's class has a lot of respectably-looking black men?"
"...Oh and... yeah?"
"Lots of white women too."
"Y-Yeah, how do you-"
"It's a brainwash for some shit I heard online. Something called Black World Order where... well, black men wants to play with 'white chicks'."
"T-That's a thing?!"
Tragically yes.
"What about the other one?" I asked without skipping a beat.
"M-Mr. Chad said something about... accepting this world's natural classes."
"...Go on."
"And he said that not all men and women are equal."
I was having a bit more difficulty getting this one right, but I could tell I had a clue or two what it may be.
"Is it about some men being stronger than others? Like some men are 'capable of taking care of families' and others are 'too wimpy' to pull that through?"
"Yes."
"That's the Alpha-Beta-Sigma shit some memelords use. Another useless class."
"W-Well, I need to take one!"
And I am tempted to just take your mom since she has fatter tits and a greater grasp of common sense than you.
"Just go with Ms. Domina. She was a bitch to me, but you're a girl so... she's going to shelter you or something."
"Gender Studies is not what I want to do. I want to do something meaningful."
"And I don't want my girlfriend to prioritize something morally wrong because she wants to get a nice college degree. I am not going to make this a deal breaker, but you know that you are taking courses that may or may not cuck me."
"I-I would never... look, we talk this more in the morning, okay?"
"Fine. But you're not getting a fuck out of me if you're trying to trick me, Sue."
She huffed, and still gave me a 'good night' I returned.
I was entirely spent, preparing for a tedious day between dating and... knowing I had to make a fucking call with Domina and see if she can shelter Susan. Hell, I wouldn't mind if she turned her into a man-hating thing, I just didn't want to get cucked because of it.
Hopefully I don't have to get more enemies in the long run because my GF has no clue on how to handle her own priorities...
AN
Next time, a date and... an idea to both spice things up while also cashing in a lot.