Page 2 of Daddy's Little Worker
“Oh no,” she whispered. “How could I have done that?”
Frankie rushed to her bedroom, or the corner of her one-room apartment where her bed was, and grabbed her pink pig stuffy, Lita.
“Oh, Lita!” she wailed. “I just did a horrible thing! I can’t believe I just hung up on the guy at Behind the Scene before he could tell me anything else. He just made me so nervous, and I couldn’t do it anymore.”
Lita stayed silent as Frankie continued to talk.
“I can’t go to the interview anymore. Nope. I just can’t,” she sobbed. “I hung up on him. How does he feel about that? Yeah, I’m definitely not going in now. I can’t. Not when he knows what I did.”
Lita gave her a look, and she sighed.
“I know I need the money. I desperately need it, or else sooner or later, I’m going to be out on the street, and we can’t dothat. Do you know how bad my tremors would get if we didn’t have somewhere warm?”
She shivered at the thought. She went through waves of her tremors being bad and times where they weren’t as bad. Most often, they were bad because of how stressed she had become. And that was because of the lack of sleep she was getting, thanks to her neighbor.
Her phone buzzed, bringing her out of her thoughts. Grabbing it quickly, she saw it was from an unknown number.
Here’s the address. See you in twenty minutes. -Noah
Frankie screamed, dropping Lita on her bed and hopping around her room to find her clothes. She needed to change and get to the bus stop if she was going to make it on time. Why had she agreed to thirty minutes when she knew the bus wasn’t reliable in this part of the town?
After grabbing her bag, she stuffed Lita in there and ran out of her apartment, down the stairs, and straight toward the bus stop.
“W-wait!” she screamed as the bus doors started to close.
Frankie let out a sigh of relief as they opened up again. With a sigh, she got onto the bus and sat down on a seat.
Claspingher hands right in front of her, Frankie stood outside the door of Behind the Scenes. She was five minutes late, and she didn’t know whether she should ring the doorbell or not. Would he still want to interview her since she was late?
“Come on in, Frankie,” a man said.
Screaming, she took a step back, slipped on the step and fell backward. Strong arms wrapped around her and caught her before she landed on her bottom.
“That w-would have hurt,” she mumbled. “Poor bo-bottom.”
“Luckily, I saved you before that happened,” the man said.
Her eyes went wide as she stood up straight and got out of his arms. She took several steps back as she gave him a weary look. How did he know her name? Who was he?
“I’m Dominic. One of the bouncers here. Noah told me to keep an eye out for a woman coming by for an interview in thirty minutes,” he gently said. “You don’t need to worry.”
Frankie shakes her head and takes another step back. “I’m n-not.”
He arched an eyebrow, and Frankie looked down at her clasped hands. She hated when Doms arched one eyebrow like they knew she was lying. It was the worst thing ever. If he commanded her to look him in the eyes and not look away, she would be spilling her guts.
Something she didn’t want to do.
No one needed to hear what she had to say. It wasn’t important. It never was, and it never would be.
“Did you just lie to me?” Dominic asked.
She looked up at him, opening her mouth to tell him no, but one look from him and she closed her mouth right back up again.
“Don’t lie to me. That is not good behavior. You’ll get punished for that,” he said.
Her mouth dropped open. “You ca-can’t punish me!”
“You’re right. I can’t, but if you start to work here and are a sub, which I think you are, then you agree to the rules. Not lying is one of those rules. So keep that in mind if you accept this job.” He gave her a firm look. “I wouldn’t want to see you getting punished if you can avoid it.”
