Kit-Kat's Bar and Grill

[SheevaKitten]

Charector: Kat

She's a redhead in her early 20's, the good girl of her circle of friends. She's got the business head, and runs the place, letting her more outgoing friend(s) take care of publicity. She's curvy, and a little bit shorter than the others, with green eyes and long wavy hair to her waist. She dresses in the bar uniform, short black skirt and purple t-shirt with the bar logo, though her skirt is a little longer for modesty's sake, almost reaching her knees. She enjoys working with her friend(s) since they have been inseperable since highschool.

The scene begins....

Kat is bent over, wiping down the tables as she talks to her highschool friend who is busy cleaning the floor. "Boy, I sure am glad we got rid of that jerk cook. He always creeped me out, staring at me the way he did, and his comments about my 'booty' whenever I cleaned the tables." she straightens up, flipping her long red hair back from her face as she looks at her friend "I cant believe he was stealing though...."

 

[Michelrpg]

*bump* sounds interesting . I assume your friend can be male right?
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Name - michel
age - 21
job - waiter annex cleaner (sp?)


"Well Kat, at least I have to say he has great taste in the girls . Little rude, yes. but taste nonetheless" I smiled. Kat and I have been friends even before highschool. We didn't grew up together like most cliche friends, but we've known each other for the past 10 years or so. We became really close in highschool.

I took a break for a moment, and watched kat's perfect butt wiggle around as she was cleaning the table. "beautifull indeed....oh Kat..." I thought. I've had a crush on her for a long time, but never dared to say it. She seemed so way out of my league. But I had a plan. I would regret never telling her my feelings, so I decided to leave her a note saying "I've been watching you for so long my blossom. I love you more than words could say, but I am affraid of your reaction. If you are interested in a relationship past sex, lust, but something that excels heaven, please put on some lipstick, kiss this letter, and leave it where you found it".

It was a longshot, but I could try anyways.

"......ard". I wasnt paying attention. "Michel, are you listening?". "huh? Oh, sorry Kat" I muttered.

"Always daydreaming. I said, that cook even once made a reply about liking my panties, the bastard".

"haha, well, for some reason, I wish I had a little more nerve and say things like that as well." I laughed. She gave me a confused stare.

"What, you would like to say you like my panties as well?". She turned around and looked me straight in the eye. As I was blushing, I thought "oh shit, what did I do....".

 

[SheevaKitten]

Kat looked for a long moment at Michel, trying to get an idea of what he was thinking. She laughed and tossed her hair back again, folding her arms and tilting her head, shaking it slightly.

"Michel, you're such a kidder!" she drops the cloth on the bar and walks with a slight bounce in her step to him, leaning up to plant a noisy kiss on his cheek "You're like the brother I never had!"

She giggles and goes to the bar, gripping the side as she swings around behind it. She busys herself with the business end of it, picking up her ledger to enter the night's totals. Her green eyes happen to catch sight of Michel, who seems to have stopped breathing and gone pale. She hadn't noticed the slip of paper stuck in the pages of the ledger yet, his note. But it was only a matter of seconds.

She frowns in concern as she looks at him. "Are you ok?" she asks.

Michel stutters a moment and then blurts that he has to take the trash out, running to the kitchen and grabbing the bags of rubbish. He begins unlocking the back door to get to the dumpster as Kat shakes her head.

"You've been working too hard, Michel. I swear, you spend as much time here as...well, as I do!" she chuckles, realising she works just as hard as he does, if not more, and opens the ledger, flipping through the pages slowly to see the progress the bar has made since opening this year.

 

[Michelrpg]

I felt like I just aged 10 years. "you stupid fuck! That was to close!" I cussed at myself as I dumped the trash in the garbage container. "I fucked up....I fucked up with her, I just know I did". I punched the wood fence. I never felt so angry in my life. "Well it happened.....best thing to do is just go back and shut my traps...".

I filled the bucket I was going to use to clean with hot water and chloride, while I was listening to the radio. However, the radio was turned off. "Thats odd....Kat never mutes the radio...". I shut off the crane (sp?), and decided to take a sneak peek into the small restaurant, to see what was going on. I saw Kat was standing against the wall, the side wall on the other side of the room, nervously.

Before her stood a tall man, about my lenght, in a raincoat. I couldnt hear what he was saying, all I heared was the word " ........pussy!". I knew who it was. Only one person said it to her in such a disrespectfull way;'Our fired cook".

I grabbed the bucket of hot water, and slowly slipped into the 'restaurant'...

 

[jushorny]

Jake

I got out of the back of my pickup truck and stretched. This truck was the best investment I had made. The covered back provided me a place to sleep and the truck itself provided the transportation I needed. I stood in my shorts gazing out over the parking lot of the truck stop, my home, so to speak. My hand scratching my bare chest as I watched the sun rising. It was going to be a beautiful day, a good day to find a job I told myself.

At the age of 23 I had not made much of my life, but that never bothered me. I was not one who would fit in at any college, nor would I fit in sitting behind a desk all day. I had spent the past year working construction in the area, now, the project complete, I found myself in need of new employment. Another guy who had been working along side of me suggested I check out the Kit-Kat Bar & Grille, he thought they were hiring. That was my goal for the day, to get myself employed there.

I leaned into the back of my truck, pulling out my toiletry bag and fresh pair of jeans and shirt. The good thing about a truck stop is they have showers, something my truck was not equipped with. I went inside and found the first available one, stripping down and letting the hot steamy water wake my body.

Having washed and now more awake I stood in front of the mirror, a towel wrapped around my waist as I shaved. Finishing that and rinsing the extra shave cream off my face I found myself looking into the mirror, looking at my body, the muscles not bulging, but having a definite shape to them. My brown eyes deep and brooding. The small amount of hair in the center of my chest leading down as it narrowed to the top of the towel. My biceps bulged slightly as I combed my hair. Alright, I told myself, you still got the looks, not get your ass a job, then you can find a lady to satisfy the urges that have built up for the last few weeks. As I dropped my towel to get dressed, I made one last mirror check just to make sure my back still looked broad, narrowing down into the V that all ladies liked, leading to my round ass.

I pulled my jeans up and buttoned up my shirt. Grabbing my stuff and tossing them in the back of my truck. I pulled away and headed over to the Kit Kat. Pulling into the parking lot I noticed two cars there. Must be the owners I told myself, a place like this would not be opened this early. I walked up to the door, tapping on the window as I peered inside to find a body moving about.

 

[voyager102]

The Former Cook

OCC -

Randy, 27. Surly and resentful, Randy's the self-styled leader of a band of local miscreants, mostly pool hall toughs and occasional jailbirds. Randy himself is tall and wiry, with a fair amount of upper body strength, despite his gauntness due to a cycle of drug abuse. Tattooed with a variety of minor designs and jailhouse symbols, his fashion sense runs to old jeans, worn dusters, and dirty baseball caps. His one apparent glimmer of sadistic intelligence comes from his "negotiator", a shortened pool cue hollowed out and weighted with lead shot.

IC -

Randy scowled, gulped the rest of the beer, and reached across to snap the tape player off. The boys in .38 Special had the chops, but he could only take so much of their art tonight. Besides, he had bigger plans in the works.

Tonight, he was going to prove to them why they had made such a mistake. Stealing, right. Hell, it wasn't like it was stuff they'd miss. Foodstuffs, sure, but only in the areas that anyone rarely ordered. Shit, those girls were so busy selling the pie and fruit salad specials, running around in their little "outfits", showing off what might be believed to be for sale, convincing what had once been real men that they'd be "oh, so impressed" with the feebs if they'd only order cantaloupe and mineral water instead of chili fries and beer. Amzing how a guy could forget himself when a bit of cleavage flashed his way.

Not only that, but they didn't seem to recognize the real men around them. Frigid bitches. Well, he'd change that. Once he'd gotten finished dealing with the police and the church groups that had come around to correct his ways, he'd hatched a plan sure to warm the thighs of these little girls. A few phone calls, a careful planning of when the police would be off doing something other than watching the sweet little things swish and sway past them while they sucked down bad coffee, and a judicious accident involving the phone line and a pair of wire cutters.

Now, the time had come. Sure, some of his boys, okay, apparently most of his boys, were running late, but he could start the party now.

The door to the car slammed shut, and his boots crunched on the gravel as he walked across the driveway. His club made a comfortable weight in the hidden loop in his sleeve. He didn't want to have to use it, since that tended to leave bruising, and guys paid good for an unmarked girl. Hell, a couple of dykes he knew would pay even more for a good unbruised, unbroken girl.

The door chimed as he entered, and he grinned to himself. Kat was working with her back to him, but that wouldn't last long. He stood calmly, a smirk on his face as she turned, surprise on her features.

"Hiya, babe. Miss me?" He gave her a calm look, then opened his arms. "What, no hug? No smart comment on me being here? Maybe you did miss me. How about it? Warmin' up to me? Startin' to think you made a mistake? Realize the truth? A real man here, not some second rate limp wristed pussy?"

 

[SheevaKitten]

The plot thickens...

Kat was absorbed in her figures when she heard the door open. She chided herself mildly for forgetting to lock the door again, then looked up and cursed under her breath. There was the cook she had fired a few days ago! Her first impulse was to jump up and scream, but the scream died in her throat as more rational thought took it's place. Maybe he was here to apologise? No, that wasnt his style. Maybe to plead innosence? She casualy reached over to turn down the radio, hoping Michel would hear what was happening and either come into the bar, or, if it came to it, get help. Her eyes widened just a bit as she stood up, seeing the bulge in his coat sleeve that she knew was his pool cue. She doubted this was a social call and began to feel real fear, only hightened as she looked up into his slightly drunk and very cold eyes.

She stood and walked around the bar, putting distance between her and the cook as she forced a smile.

"Randy....we were just talking about you...." Her voice trailed off lamely as he began to speak, venom in his words as she backed against the wall. She saw movement outside, at the window, but couldnt make out who it was. She also saw a figure in the kitchen door. Michel was there, and hearing Randy's 'greeting' to her. She looked at Michel, fear in her eyes, hoping he could help her.

She tried to resort to her business as usual mode, her voice shaking slightly as she speaks "What can I do for you?"

 

[Michelrpg]

"She saw me....good.". I suddenly noticed another figure by the windows. I didn't know him, but from the look on Kat's face, the cook wasn't here for idle chat. I made a move with my hand towards the man near the window of 'call the po-li-ce". I heared the cook cussing again, this time acting a bit more violent. I had to act now.


I was about 3 yards away from him, on his left-behind side. "Randy, I don't know what you are planning to do, but you have 3 seconds before I throw this boiling hot chloride water in your face"

 

[voyager102]

Randy

Snickering at the voice, Randy took a long step forward, the club slipping down into his hand, his body turning away from the words of the newest member of the Lone Ranger Fan Club.

"Cut loose, boy. Bet that's the stuff for cleaning the floor. Bleach water. Comes out at about what, 170, 180 degrees? Hot, but not immediate burning. I've gotten worse burns from grabbing a spatula on the grill. And, if you dont' get my face, you'll just fuck up my clothes." Spinning the club once in his hand, he pointed at Kat with it's weighted end.

"Then, you'll piss me off. And, since I don't cotton much to being pissed off, I might just take it out on cute little fire head here. Sure, it'll cut down on her resale value a bit, but it'd be fun, right?"

 

[Michelrpg]

He called my bluff. I lost. I looked at Kat with a face that admitted it just lost. "Alright...just please don't hurt her. She means everything to me". I saw the end of the club touching her cheeks. I could have jumped on him, but I wouldnt be much of a match for him. The best thing for now would be to play the game along...

"I have a good idea of what you want to do to her....take me with you. I dont want to see her being hurt physically..."

 

[SheevaKitten]

Kat's eyes dart back and forth between Randy and Michel as they talk. She begins to shake when she sees that Michel was bluffing. What would happen to her now? She backs up against the wall, trying to press herself through it and into the shop next door. Wait...maybe someone was already in the shop. It was worth a try! She takes a deep breath and lets out a scream at the top of her lungs, hoping to get someone's attention. All her being is put into the scream. Her hands clench into tight fists, her eyes squeeze shut, and all the air in her lungs empties as she screams louder than she ever has.

 

[voyager102]

His sneer widening, Randy turned to the busboy, or whatever he was. "And just what," he growled, "would I do with you? Do you think that I came back here just so that I could offer some examples of negative and posi.."

His comment was cut off by a sudden shriek coming from Kat. Typical response to this sort of situation. No phone, no Prince Charming, no Dudley Dooright rolling in at the big moment. So why don't we try shrieking?

Stepping forward suddenly, he pressed the tip of the club into the center of the logo on her t-shirt, allowing enough pressure to press her backwards, then stomping his booted foot sharply between her feet, letting her get an impression of the force that might have landed on her toes.

"Ssshhhh. You don't want to waste all that energy, let alone your voice. You might make me..." His eyes roved briefly down to her chest, then back up to her eyes, ".. angry."

"So, what's the story here. Just the two of you? Or are we not totally alone? You have some friends here? Where would the others be? We do want this to be a party, right?"

 

[Michelrpg]

"the other girls are having a day off...." I said, thinking "thank god" afterwards.

"And your idea of a party is probably raping, abusing, and killing kat? Not as long as I am here. I will die stopping you if I must if you plan to kill her, or physically injure her."


I stood next to Kat, and stared at her. Still, the thought of Kat naked on a table, tied up and all aroused me, despite my feelings for her. I got a bit of a stiff one to be honest. I looked at her closely, and noticed something.......I liked.


"She has hard nipples.....is she turned on?" I thought.

 

[SheevaKitten]

Kat stopped screaming at the pressure of the club on her chest. She caught her breath, looking into Randy's eyes, and shivering as she saw the hatred and lust in his eyes. She leaned against Michel, trying to hide behind him as he came over to her. Her hands gripped his shoulder and arm, the purple of her nails almost matching the purple shirt he wore. At Michel's words she found herself wimpering, pleading with Randy.

"No..please...dont hurt me..." she thought of posible escape "The safe...it's open. Take what's in it and go just...please dont hurt me!"

Her green eyes, wet with unshed tears, looked at him pleadingly. She had no idea the picture she made. Usually she was confident and strong, but now she cowered, pleaded, and seemed weak as a kitten.

 

[Michelrpg]

occ: I am stepping out. I dont think my character is of any use in here in a standoff have fun you two.

 

[voyager102]

Sorry

Due to some serious IM issues regarding this thread, I have to withdraw. My apologies to those I've been working with, but I can't keep being involved if this problem is going to pop up whenever I'm online.

Once more, my apologies.

 

[SheevaKitten]

What is going on? IM issues?