Lady Lorelei: Part 1

By Trixie Adara

For Lora

That was the third time the waitress checked out Lorelei. It wasn’t unusual for people to admire her once or twice. Once is noticing, twice is appreciating, but three times is obsessing. Lorelei appreciated the obsessive. Compulsive women were her favorite. They couldn’t help themselves.

The waitress refilled Lorelei’s coffee and spilled it while looking down Lorelei’s leather corset. The hot coffee stung Lorelei’s fingers. “Jesus!” she hissed and pulled the finger to her mouth, sucking on it.

“Oh, my goodness,” said the waitress. “I’m so sorry. Let me get my,” the waitress turned away from Lorelei and looked to another waitress across the cafe, a curvy redhead.

Lorelei reached out and grabbed the waitress’ hand before the girl got away. “Stop.” The waitress turned around and stared at the blonde-haired woman. “Sit,” commanded Lorelei and jerked the waitress’ hand down, forcing the waitress to sit next to her.

“Ow,” whined the waitress. But she sat. Intrigue overcame fear. With obsessive girls like this, it always did. “What’s that for?”

“You burned my hand because you were staring at my tits.”

“W-w-what? No I didn’t. I wasn’t staring at your t-t-t -”

“Tits, love. It’s just a word.”

The waitress nodded. She looked away at the curvy redhead across the cafe. Lorelei reached out and grabbed the girl’s chin. The waitress met her eyes, but quickly looked down at Lorelei’s chest. “Say it,” commanded Lorelei.

“Tits,” muttered the girl.

“Good girl.” Lorelei let go of the girl’s chin. Immediately, the waitress looked back across the cafe at the curvy redhead. “What’s your name?”

“Stephanie,” mumbled the girl. It was hard to hear her while she looked away.

“Jesus,” muttered Lorelei. She grabbed Stephanie’s chin and turned it back to her. “Apparently the only thing keeping your attention is my tits and how badly you want to fuck that woman across the cafe.”

“W-w-what?”

“If it’ll keep you being respectful, you can look at my tits.” Stephanie looked at Lorelei’s tits. Lorelei burned with frustration but cooled it with curiosity. The girl was clumsy, but she was hungry. Lorelei could respect that. “Spread your legs,” she ordered.

“W-w-what?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” sighed Lorelei. Stephanie obeyed, and spread her legs under the table. “Good girl. Now, turn to face me. I want a little privacy.”

Stephanie’s eyes went wide. “Privacy for what?”

“You don’t want your crush to see, do you?”

“My what?”

“Don’t make me repeat. Now, turn.” Stephanie obeyed. She turned more to face Lorelei and inched closer, letting Lorelei’s legs between her own. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Your pleasure, right? That’s what a good waitress is supposed to say?”

“Umm .. yes …” mumbled Stephanie.

“Say it, Steph.”

“My pleasure.” Stephanie’s eyes fluttered between Lorelei’s tits and the table. She was uncomfortable, but Lorelei didn’t particularly care. If she wanted to be comfortable, she’d show some prudence.

“You’re a lesbian.”

“W-what?” Stephanie looked away from Lorelei and back to the curvy redhead. She turned back to Lorelei and swallowed. “I mean, uh, yes.”

“What’s her name?”

“Nikki.”

“Is she a lesbian?”

“I don’t know,” whispered Stephanie.

“Tell me this, Steph,” said Lorelei as she leaned in closer to the girl, giving her an overwhelming look at her tits. “Are you looking over because you’re afraid she’ll catch you, or are you hoping she’ll catch you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Sure you do.”

“I don’t.”

Lorelei reached under the table and towards Stephanie. She reached under Stephanie’s apron and unbuckled Stephanie’s pants. The girl didn’t stop her. Lorelei slipped a finger under Stephanie’s panties and found the waitress’ slick pussy.

“Ah, hoping,” purred Lorelei in Stephanie’s ear.

“Y-y-yes,” whimpered Stephanie.

“Should I call her over here? I could show her how wet you are. I could show her how wet she makes you. Would you like that?”

“Please, don’t,” begged Stephanie.

“Why not? You want her, don’t you?”

Stephanie nodded.

Lorelei pulled her hand back, sighed, and rolled her eyes. “Typical.” Lorelei sucked her finger clean and took a long sip of coffee.

“What?” asked Stephanie.

“It’s my day off, and I find a submissive slut as my waitress. There’s no rest for the wicked, you know?”

“What?”

Lorelei put down her cup of coffee, leaned forward, and said flatly, “you’re a submissive slut, honey.”

“What?”

“Jesus, the first order of business will be to take that word out of your vocabulary. If you don’t know what to say, just nod and say, ‘yes Ma’am.’”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Better.”

Lorelei took another sip of coffee. She pursed her lips. “Go get me sugar and come right back.”

Stephanie obeyed, standing and trying to buckle her pants without anyone seeing, and Lorelei took the chance to watch the redhead, Nikki, across the cafe. She was curvy, not obese or anything. God, in his infinite kindness, made some women thicker. It looked like Nikki could starve herself for a year, and her frame would barely change. You can’t change bones so easily. Besides, these women were a delight to look at and pleasure to fuck. Nikki didn’t need to change anything.

Nikki’s hair was an almost orange red. Lorelei suspected from the depth and richness of the color that it wasn’t dyed. It was natural. Her hair was braided, and the braid was wrapped around her head to form a type of crown. Unfortunately for Nikki, the white top and brown pants uniform of the cafe didn’t flatter her figure. Her enormous chest helped, and Lorelei could imagine binding the cute redhead in rope or titty fucking Nikki with a strap-on. Maybe she’d let Stephanie watch, if the scattered waitress could get herself together.

Stephanie came back with several packets of sugar and sweetener on a tray along with different selections for cream. Lorelei shook her head. “Did I ask for cream?” Stephanie ran her eyes over the tray, looking for the culprit. “Or sweetener for that matter?”

“Um, I guess … uh … no, ma’am,” said Stephanie.

“That’s right. Now, I want you to listen closely Stupid Stephy because I’m losing my patience, and worse, my coffee is getting cold. Now, apologize to me for being so stupid.”

“I’m sorry, Ma’am for being so -”

“Lady Lorelei,” she interrupted.

“What?” Lorelei glared at her. “I mean, yes ma’am!” Stephanie jerked and almost dropped the tray. “Lady Lorelei. Yes.” She composed herself. The girl really needed a domme in her life. “I’m sorry, Lady Lorelei, for being so stupid.”

“Good. Now tell me how badly you want to keep your job.”

“My job?!”

“Sexual harassment. You burned my hand.” Lorelei lifted her hand and twisted it to show the red mark on her finger. “I could sue. Your boss won’t want that. Besides, I can’t imagine Stupid Stephy has been an asset to the team what with dropping trays and spilling cream everywhere.”

“What?!” squeaked Stephanie. She jumped again and dropped the tray. It splattered everywhere. Everyone in the restaurant, including Nikki, turned to look at Stephanie. Stephanie blushed from the attention, and Lorelei took the chance to admire the tiny girl. She was short, maybe only five feet tall. She had long black and curly hair that was put up in a ponytail while she worked. She was petite and twiggy, not typically Lorelei’s type. Despite her small frame, her breasts weren’t bad, but still nothing compared to Lorelei and certainly nothing but bumps compared to Nikki.

Stephanie fell to her knees to try and clean up, and Nikki started to move towards the mess. A man appeared from the kitchen in a white shirt with a name tag that said ‘Zachary,’ and ‘Manager.’ He had short, spiky, black hair and wore a skinny black tie.

“Excuse me, miss,” said Lorelei as she reached out a hand and grabbed the attention of Nikki as the redhead went to help Stephanie. Nikki turned around, flustered at first, but knowing not to chastise a patron. “My coffee has been cold for a while now, and my sugar is all over the floor.” Lorelei nodded towards the spill. Nikki looked over at it and rolled her eyes. “Could I possibly get some more?” Lorelei lifted her cup and pouted her lip, looking pathetic and flirty at the same time.

Nikki smiled, tried to tuck a stray hair from her braid behind her ear, and nodded. “Right away, Ma’am,” said the redhead in a lovely southern accent. Lorelei smiled. It’s so nice when people know respect.

“Is everything alright?” asked Zachary to Lorelei.

“Of course, nothing is a problem yet. It was my fault, honestly. Wasn’t it, Steph?”

Stephanie looked up from cleaning the mess. Lorelei gave her a knowing nod. It said, “I own you now,” and Stephanie nodded. She understood.

“Yes, ma’am,” said Stephanie, going back to her work.

“Fine,” sighed Zachary. “Listen, this is the third one today. Talk to me when your shift ends. We need to figure something else out for you.”

Zachary stepped back into the kitchen. Stephanie crawled to Lorelei, pathetic, pleading with her eyes. “Please,” begged Stephanie. “You have to help me. I need this job. I can’t k-keep …” Tears bubbled up around the poor girl’s large hazel eyes.

Lorelei stirred her coffee and took a cold and bitter sip. “I know, dear. I understand. You need help. From what I can see, a lot of it.” She put down her mug and looked at the needy sub. “I want to help you. It’s what I do for a living. I help sluts like you be their best self.”

“What?” asked Stephanie.

Lorelei reached down and slapped the dumb bitch. “I won’t warn you again. You’re interesting, but your close to becoming tiresome.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Stephanie, rubbing her face. She looked around the restaurant; no one saw.

“Nikki is going to be here any moment. She’s going to help me because she understands her place. She’s competent. She’s everything you’re not. And when she gets here, what am I going to tell her? Should I tell her how badly you ache for her? How desperate you are to get your tongue between her pussy?”

Stephanie bolted up and sat across from Lorelei, grabbing the domme’s hand. “Please. Please. You can’t do that. Please. I don’t even think she’s …” Stephanie looked around the room, leaned in, and whispered, “gay. You can’t tell her. It will ruin everything.”

“And what should I tell your manager? I could go back there and assure him it was all my fault. You have been an ideal waitress. You should be commended for being so attentive.” Lorelei took her hands away from Stephanie, took out lip gloss from her purse, and reapplied it after the coffee mug had smudged parts of it. While it rolled over her lips, she continued, “so many decisions. What is a woman like me to do?”

“Please,” begged Stephanie. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

“No, you won’t.” Stephanie recoiled. “All sluts start out talking like you, but they’re liars. You won’t do anything, so don’t say that. If you would do anything, you’d have Nikki on her back moaning like a whore while your boss and half the staff filmed it. But you won’t do that. You have lines. You have a will, for now. So, don’t lie to me, Stupid Stephy. I don’t have patience for liars, and I’m not a charity.”

Lorelei rummaged through her bag, found her wallet, and took out her card. It was solid black with “Lady Lorelei” in lacy purple. On the back was the phone number to her first sub and now assistant, Trisha. She slid the card to Stephanie, who took it up and slid it into her apron.

“I’ll want five thousand dollars wired to me.” Stephanie’s eyes widened. “If you can’t afford it, you certainly won’t do anything. If you need a payment plan, talk to Trisha, though that will change how our sessions look. You may be asked to service another client as a way to pay off the interest. We’ll figure something out. If I haven’t heard from you in an hour, you’re nothing to me. I have better things to do with my time.”

Stephanie sputtered and tried to talk, but nothing came out. Lorelei nodded, expecting this, but prepared to leave. Her work here was done. She’d save Stephanie’s job, she needed clients that could pay, but there was nothing to gain by staying.

Nikki came out of the kitchen with a steaming cup of coffee and some packs of sugar. “Here ya go, sugar. Sorry it took so long, but I wanted to make sure it was a freshly brewed pot for ya.”

“Sorry, dear,” said Lorelei, standing up. “I have to go, though I appreciate the gesture.”

Nikki wilted slightly, but more out of frustration than disappointment. Once Lorelei wasn’t a customer, she didn’t maintain her happy demeanor. Lorelei could relate.

“Though, I must say, I love your hair,” said Lorelei. Nikki blushed. “You could get any woman you want with such gorgeous hair and your perfect figure.”

“Awww, well thanks,” said Nikki, still blushing. “You’re too kind.”

“Nonsense,” said Lorelei. “Being too kind would be saying here and now all the thing I’d do with a wonderful body like yours.”

Nikki blushed again, letting the bright red swallow and hide her freckles.

“But I can’t do that in public, now can I?” asked Lorelei. She took out a second card, reached for Nikki, who didn’t flinch, and slid the card down Nikki’s top, into her bra. “You let me know if you’re interested,” said Lorelei.

Lorelei didn’t wait to see Nikki’s reaction. She turned to look at Stephanie, who wore a mask of horror. But Lorelei could tell, Stephanie’s fast and heavy breathing wasn’t from fear. It was from lust.

She’d call Trisha in the next five minutes.