I was working late one Friday night when my boss told me he had an emergency at home and had to leave. He asked me if I could close the restaurant tonight. I was so excited. He had never asked me to do this before. I liked my job a lot. I was the assistant Manager and hostess of a small Italian family restaurant chain. It wasn't like it a big company or anything like that. But the family owned seven stores and they all did quite well. I was hoping that one day I would get my chance to run one of the restaurants myself.
"Sure…. I can close up tonight." I said eagerly.
I wanted to impress my boss cause he was really good friends with the owner. I knew if I showed him that I could manage the restaurant on my own he could help me get my own store.
"Are you sure you can handle it?" he asked.
"No problem…I can handle it," I replied.
Everything was going great that night. We where really busy for a Tuesday night, which was rare. It felt so good to be in complete control of the entire restaurant and the staff. We had three waitresses, two waiters, and a couple of Mexican bus boys. I knew the chef had a crush on me; he was always flirting with me when no one was around. He was really in a good mood when he found out that Anthony had left for the evening.
"Hey Tracy…How does it feel to big boss?" He teased.
"It feels pretty good…. Even if it's only for one night."
Then I teased back, " Now lets stop bull-shitting, people are waiting for there food."
Everyone in the kitchen started laughing, even the Mexican bus boys where laughing, and they couldn't speak a word of English.
Everything was going smooth. With Anthony gone there seemed to be a lighter mood in the restaurant that night. Everyone seemed to be just a little more relaxed and I thought that was great. It was the environment I would like to have in my own restaurant some day.
It was around 11:30 pm when the last table finished their meal and left. The crew started working on there closing responsibilities. Clean up went real quick as it usually does, cause I know every one wants to get home. Everything was done by midnight. Only the Chef and I were left. I was doing the books and sorting out the cash receipts when the Chef knocked on the door.
"Tracy…everything is locked up… are you ready to go?"
"I have a few more things to finish up," I replied.
I still had to tally up the bar receipts and deposit the cash in the safe. I wanted to make sure that everything was perfect for Anthony in the morning.
"Well… I'll wait for you and walk you to your car…It's pretty late, especially for a pretty blonde American girl like you in the Bronx," He said flirtatiously.
I knew he was just teasing. Plus I knew that his wife came back from Italy earlier tonight and he wanted to get home to her. Even though he flirts with me a lot I know for a fact how much he loves and adores his pretty young Italian wife.
"I'll be just fine…. You get home to your wife…She's probably got something sexy on waiting for you to get home."
We both started laughing and carrying on. Giuseppe was a tall dark and a very handsome Italian man. He was probably 45 or so (about 20 years older then me). If he wasn't a married man I think I might have given him a shot. I always wondered if he put as much passion into lovemaking like he did his food. He also had the sweetest smile. And he was looking at me with those (I wanna fuck you so bad eyes). I was wearing a short black dress and I could feel his eyes undressing me. It felt good and it reminded me how long its been since I've had a really good fuck. I broke up with my last boyfriend about 2 months ago. He told me he was tired of me working late evenings. He said he was tired of waiting till after midnight 6 days a week to see his woman. He had the nerve to tell me to quite my job and find a day job. Well that was the night I told him to fuck off. I haven't heard from him since.
Giuseppe had a very heavy Italian accent, even though he's been in this country for over 25 years. They way he was looking at me got me excited, and I could feel my pussy starting to get moist.
Teasingly I said," You better go before you end up cheating on your wife tonight."
"Yeah, you're right…you look so good in that black dress…I better get the hell out of here…. Good Night Boss Lady."
He then smiled, turned around and went out the back door. As soon as he left I slipped my hand under my dress, to find my pussy all juicy. I couldn't believe how hard up I was. I sat back in my chair and kind of laughed at myself. It was kind of funny how an old married man could get my juices flowing just by talking to me and staring at me.
It was getting late and I was tired. I finished up all the receipts and all of my other paper work. I counted up all the cash and deposited it in the safe. Then I came out of the office. The restaurant was very dark. The neon sign in the front window was the only light on. Then it dawned on me that I was all alone. I had never been alone in the restaurant before. I always leave before Anthony. I walked up front and made sure the doors were locked. I was feeling really good. My first night in charge went perfect. On my way pass the bar I stopped. I thought I would have myself a little nightcap. I went behind the bar and made myself a stiff drink. As I sat there sipping on my drink I started daydreaming that I was really the boss. Then I started daydreaming about having my own restaurant some day. It was so quiet sitting at the bar all alone. I finished my drink and told myself that one day I will be a boss, the boss of my own restaurant.
I grabbed my purse and my car keys and headed for the back door. I made one more trip threw the kitchen to make sure that all the gas was off, and to make sure all the food and supplies were put away. Everything looked in order so I went out the back, locked the door and headed to my car, which was parked in the alley behind the restaurant.
I never worried about walking to my car late at night, although it was dark back there. There was some light coming from the street. I had a white Honda and you could see it clearly from the light. I actually couldn't wait to get home. Giuseppe had really got me going. My pussy was still moist just thinking about what he was probably doing right now to his pretty young wife. Even walking to my car I could feel my pussy lips tingling. I knew that as soon as I got home I was going to jump in my bed, spread my legs and play with my neglected pussy. I haven't felt this sexy in a long time.
As I was approaching my car I just had this weird feeling, like some one was following me. The light coming from the street was behind me. The only thing I could see in front of me was my shadow. I turned around quickly but there was nothing behind me. I felt kind of stupid for a second. Then I laughed it off and continued to my car, which was only about ten feet away.
When I got closer to my car I stopped for a second and looked in my purse to get my keys. Before I bent my head down, there was one shadow on the hood of my white car. When I lifted my head back up another shadow had entered. The shadow was large. I was paralyzed, I couldn't move. I was confused and I didn't know what to do. Then the shadow moved and then I realized I was in trouble.
I turned around quickly. There was a short dirty looking baldheaded white man standing in front of me. I was terrified and I didn't know what to do. He just stared at me. He looked very angry.
"Don't make a sound Bitch…Give me the money and I'll let you go."
Then I heard a clicking sound, and he pulled out a small knife and brought it up to my neck.
"Oh please don't hurt me…here take my purse."
"Shut the fuck up Bitch…Don't you make a fucking sound or I'll cut your fucking throat." He growled.
He snatched my purse and flipped it up side down, dumping all my stuff on the ground. Then he bent down without removing the knife from my neck and picked up my wallet.
He opened my wallet and said,
"This it…. This is all you have…. Five Dollars!!!…. What the fuck am I going to do with that."
