I couldn't be grateful enough to Mrs Roselyn for getting me my new job a waitress. So far, I had been enjoying the job. I worked at a bar where rich men lavished those millions and billions they had in their account. That was my first time ever to count up to fifty thousand dollars. I was marvelled the day a young boy dropped that amount of money in front of me at the counter. He was probably around twenty-one years while I was twenty-nine. He asked me to count it which I simply obeyed. I was wondering what he wanted to order for when he finally said a sentence longer than two words.

"Come and meet me at my car," he said to me, standing from his chair and leaving with some other boys who should be around the same age.

What the hell? I know I was told not to disrespect any customer but just take a look at this small boy! I was feel insulted.

Surprisingly for me, my coworker, Sandra was overflowing with excitement.

"You're such a lucky girl, Tina," Sandra said to me.

I was surprised. Seems Sandra had been praying for something like this, which reproached, to happen to her.

She told me not to miss the opportunity. I was still knew and a bit of naive. I just didn't want to be embarrassed by a brat like him.

"Okay," I finally decided to check out why he'd leave such an amount of money with me and tell me to come to his car.

When I got to his car, a brand new Mercedes Benz, I was impressed but then I turned to face business.

"Smile, babe," he said to me, "come into the car."

This was totally awkward for me, but I didn't want to give Mrs Roselyn the wrong impression in my first week.

I obediently entered inside the car and to my greatest surprise, he just wanted to place an order.

"I'm avoiding faces in the bar," he said, giving me a short list of what he wanted. Still it wasn't up to what the fifty thousand should cover. It wasn't even close.

I climbed down and nervously walked back to the bar. Sandra was smiling as I returned. I didn't know whether to sigh or smile back.

"He just wants to make an order," I said to Sandra.

"Ooh," she said in a mischievous manner. I could read that response as, "there's no way it could just be for an order."

I went ahead to pile up his order then I carried it and counted my steps back to his Benz.

He gestured for me to climb in again.

"Oh goodness!" I sighed in my mind.

I climbed in and he demanded that I should hold the tray while he ate.

I was really feeling insulted but he was deriving joy from it.

He kept eating till it remained only a chunk of meat and a glass of wine. And of course he had invited me to join the meal but I refused.

"Still don't wanna join?" he asked, raising the last chunk of meat to my face.

I shook my head, signaling a response of "no!"

Suddenly, he started bitting that last chunk of meat little by little. He was wasting my time. I had told him the first time but he shut me up, telling me that my manager would be grateful to me for serving him that way. I couldn't doubt his words anyway but I wasn't comfortable inside that car.

The AC was sending it chill breeze all over my uncovered parts. I was wearing a nice shirt skirt and a blue button shirt.

Inside the car was growing quieter and quieter with time as conversation reduced between me and him. The next thing I saw was his hands on my exposed laps.

I couldn't ask him what he why he did that cause he wasn't moving them around. But then, he turned to face me and started coming closer. I shifted back. Look at this little urchin that wanted to kiss me. He poked out his lips like a curious fish.

I tried to back away some more when his hands slipped into my skirt as he tried to come forward.

What on earth was this? This boy's hand was on the place I've decided to reserve for whoever my husband was in the future.

For some reason, a feeling of pleasure spiked through me, but it wasn't enough to wipe the emotional disturbance that a small boy wanted to flex on my body.

He pressed his hand tight on my spot but I pushed him back with so much force that his guys could hear him thud on the door from outside.

I opened the door and jumped down, leaving my tray and other utensils I used to serve him in his car. He couldn't go after me immediately cause he was hard and people would probably see his erection.

"Rubbish!" I cursed as I stormed away.

I went back angrily to the counter. Looking at Sandra's face smiling once more made me feel disgusted.

I just wished I could slap Sandra. I went to my post and pushed that fifty thousand dollars away from my side. Somebody had even slid some notes out of it. I could tell cause the bands were now loose.

Some minutes later, the boy came into the bar, carrying my tray and smiling. Sandra quickly rushed to get the tray from him. She was saving my life but I didn't know. She apologized to him on my behalf but as for me, screw him!

How could a brat like him try such at me? I was angry at him.