1. Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 2 - Total Commitment


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    ... and well built. An inconvenience like this would be no problem for them, but Darius always had to ask for help. Would there even be anyone to help at this hour? It was time to go find out.

Darius exited the shop, removed his safety helmet and walked to the break room as fast as he could. If he was lucky, he could catch someone on their way out. He walked down a few hallways, turned the corner into the break room and found it empty... except for Rhonda.

'Fuck! Yep, that's my luck.'

Rhonda was a giant of a woman. Dark skinned like Darius, but you wouldn't call her a black beauty. She was pretty butch, with a stony face that resembled a fleshy wall and a broad forehead. Her dark hair fell in dreads all around her head and she was dressed in the customary thick blue cover-alls of their trade that almost looked like a prison uniform. It seemed she was having a snack before heading home.

Darius assumed she was a lesbian when they first met, but that notion was dispelled rather quickly. Rhonda had made advances toward him many times. Some were innocent flirtations and others were more serious, bordering on inappropriate interactions between colleagues. She'd continued even after Darius made it clear he had a girlfriend. She obviously didn't care.

He thought about waving to her, grabbing a drink and walking right back out, but that wouldn't solve his problem. Darius didn't want to wait until tomorrow. That would put him behind and was straight-up unprofessional. He ...
    ... thought about borrowing someone else's bench, but you weren't supposed to without permission and he'd have to lug all his equipment to their site. No, he would just have to bite the bullet and ask for her help.

“Hey Rhonda... miss lunch today?”

“Yup” she answered in between bites of her sandwich. “Was in a good groove and didn't want to stop. Decided to take my break at the end of my shift. How you doing, Dare?”

“Good” he replied. “Cept my vice locked up and I need it to finish my prep for tomorrow. Do you know if anyone else is still around? I don't want to interrupt your meal...”

“Pretty sure we the only two that haven't clocked out” she said, setting her sandwich down. “You need help?” She asked with a sly smile.

“Yeah, I guess I do... if it's not too much trouble.”

The big woman leaned back and eyed him up and down. “Maybe you can sing a little Beach Boys for me. Do a little dance?”

Darius was flummoxed. “Sing... Beach Boys? Wha-?” He deciphered her joke only a nanosecond before she replied.

“Help me Rhonda!” she said as she held up her arms, followed by a snicker.

Darius smirked and nodded, cursing himself for walking right into it.

“Of course I'll help, silly man” she said, standing and grabbing her work gloves from the table. “Lead the way.”

They headed back to Darius' section of the workshop, donning helmets and arriving at his bench in minutes. Rhonda grabbed the swivel and gave it a good tug, nodding as it failed to budge.

“Damn, you ...
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