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doctor should be approached.  You come here first, ALWAYS!  They can make problems go away.  Never forget that.”
    10:30.  It was my time to make rounds for drinks.  I was getting better at drink orders.  My confidence was building in my newly acquired skills.  I was highly intelligent but it befuddled me that I could suffer anxiety over drink orders but I needed this job.  I had no room for error. 
    There were only two requests in the poker room.  The library had pretty much been empty all night but as I made my sweep through anyway, I was shocked when I saw him.  Seven, or at least that’s all I knew him as was sitting alone. 
    “Would you like a drink, Sir?” 
    He sat with his elbows resting on the arms of the chair.  Both of his hands rested under his chin with his fingers intertwined.   When he darted his eyes in her direction she felt that same burn from the night before.  He didn’t speak, instead he watched her.  His eyes seemed to be analyzing her as his gaze swept from her head to her feet. Was he studying her for flaws perhaps? Nonetheless it made her even more nervous to be around him. She almost wished he was staring at her ass again, that she could have dealt with a little better. 
    “Would you like something to drink, Sir?” 
    “Scotch, your choice, but I want it on the rocks.”
    I was a little dumbfounded by the harshness in his voice.   Perhaps in the light of a new day he saw something different in me, something less appealing.  “Yes sir.”
    I returned with another Black Label Johnny Walker. 
    He took a sip.  “Why did you choose this?”
    Was this a trick question?  “I knew you liked it?” 
    Surprisingly, his face glimmered with delight.  She had no idea what to make of his expression but it certainly beat the alternative which was his previously harsh tone and analyzing gaze.
     
     
    He watched her, just briefly, knowing the longer he sat in silence the more nervous she would become.  Her big green eyes shuddered when she feared she hadn’t pleased him.  He had seen the same look from her in the poker room the night before. Watching her now, he had the answer to the question that had encompassed his thoughts most of the day.  She was a natural submissive. He was certain she had no idea of it but the way she aimed to please him and the way she directed her eyes to the floor when she thought he wasn’t pleased had his pulse pounding.  He wanted her in more ways than she could possibly imagine. 
    He had craved true submission for years but not once had he ever came across a woman who, with just her eyes, offered to fulfill every desire that he had.  Her happiness depended on whether or not he was pleased and he loved it.  All the whores he had fucked saw it as a game. They did it for the money or for the attention.  This girl, however, was…different.    
    “Tell me something before you go,” he commanded just as she prepared herself to leave.  It was probably cruel the way he kept pushing her but truth be told, he didn’t want her to leave just yet.
    “What would you like to know, Sir?” she asked.
    He smiled again picking up on a little bit of a southern accent.  She wasn’t from Boston, he knew that now. He could tell how hard she had been working to blend in.  Why, he wondered.  “How did your sweet little accent end up in Boston?” 
    He didn’t think she could look more startled than if he had pulled a knife out from behind his back.  She was running from something.  As quickly as the look of surprise crossed her face, even more quickly she masked it with a blank expression.
    “I came here to please you sir,” she said. 
    Clever girl, he thought.  If she wanted to play games, he could too and he had a feeling which game he could play that would further tilt her comfort.  “And did I please you last night?” 
    From the flush of her cheeks he obtained the reaction he was hoping for. 
    “Yes sir,” she said.
    She was