Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix - Sex Stories

Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix

... should be familiar to viewers of various cop shows. It contains, among other things, courts for New York City and County, plus the police department's Central Booking facility.

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The next one was quite straightforward. It was based on my two-month stint at a Burger King in the summer of 1974, my first legitimate job after I quit hooking. The location of the store was a few blocks from my house in Maspeth.

By the way, I can be quite creative and I did make up all of the dialogue in this. I have also exaggerated how bad a worker I was at that place.

My Second Fantasy -- Fast Food Worker

The plot involved the manager of the place, Mr. McGregor, a guy of about forty-five. Back then superiors above a direct supervisor were usually addressed by their last names.

I conjured up a scenario in which McGregor thought I was an arrogant twat, which was somewhat accurate for the persona I cultivated at the time. Within the first two weeks, he was already complaining about my tardiness and absenteeism. I just wasn't that enthusiastic about getting the stink of Whopper on my hands.

I was at my peak of being a smartass at that point. I had just survived ten months as an amateur campus hooker, and now that I was out, I was feeling a bit arrogant about the whole experience.

In my mind, I was a bad-ass, streetwise girl who had handled a lot of horny johns, and I claimed not to be afraid of any of them. They had to follow my directions really, or I wouldn't accept ...

... the trick. It was all bullshit, of course, but I liked playing that role.

Also, I had landed my first real boyfriend, another freshman going on being a sophomore like I was. He was pretty laid-back, and he let me get away with a lot of bad behavior.

Thus at the restaurant, I imagined that I worked the way I wanted. I was sloppy with fulfilling the correct orders, and I gave lip to any customers who complained about the poor service. My attitude when they came up to the counter was,You had better not fuck with me!

If any young guys came in and caught my attention, I would flirt with them shamelessly if I thought they were cute. Then I would shake my ass at them when I went to the back counter.

Of course, I was a pure tease and I never accepted any offers for dates, although I got several of those. I even considered getting back to a little hooking and getting some cash from these dudes in return for a handjob or blowjob in their cars in the parking lot. It was all just a sham because I never did sex work while I was at that store.

One day, after one of my shifts had ended, McGregor called me into his office and asked me to close the door behind me. I sat down, crossed my legs, and chewed some gum. I even pouted at him when I was in there.

One of the first things he said was, "Nora, I hope you don't chew gum while working here."

I shrugged, "So what difference does that make?"

Then he got into a list of extensive grievances he had with me. For a minute I ...