Hamburger Stand Hottie 2

I've been very busy writing this week.  Not only did Claudia and I continue our Hamburger Stand Hottie series, but we also completed a special extra book for Halloween. I think you'll like it.   I've been so busy though that I forgot to update my blog.

My job here is to sell you a book or in this case a series, but frankly this is some of my best work and it goes in a direction that I have never gone before. Sometimes characters refuse to do what I want them to and as a writer I love it, but I've never had a character I wasn't planning to use force their way into a story before.

Randy is now working at the restaurant as a feminized waitress, but ends his first night with only $10 in tips. He soon learns that there is a big cost for disappointing Olivia. Even worse, he's managed to disappoint his father who can't understand why Randy is unable or unwilling to work his hours at the job he found for him. This story contains feminization, female domination, and bondage as our frightened sissy finds himself forced to become a waitress.

Excerpt:

"I was worried your parents might answer," confessed Randy.

"And what if they had? I still work at Frank's as far as they're concerned. You're simply my coworker. No problems," scoffed Olivia. "Now where you do have a problem is tips. I assume the $10 is all that you made for me?"

"You were my only other customers and you didn't tip me," complained Randy.

"Watch it Sissy," warned Olivia as she raised her eyebrow, "it sounds like you're trying to blame me."

"N-no," stammered Randy. "I wasn't."

“Alright, go up to my room and strip down to your underwear."

Randy put his head down and climbed the stairs up to her bedroom. It was only now that he was climbing that he remembered just how much his legs were killing him.

Standing in the middle of Olivia's room, he felt so exposed as he stripped off his uniform down to just his bra, panties, and stockings. He decided that he had better keep his heels on, but he wasn't sure if he'd get in trouble for removing them or not.

When Olivia entered the room, she looked different. She actually looked amazing. She was wearing a black corset and a black leather skirt. She had put her hair up and her makeup was much heavier than it had been. On her feet were a pair of black leather boots that went up to her knees and had four inch spiked heels.

"Get on your knees bitch and present me with my money," commanded Olivia. Randy dropped to the floor and attempted to hand it to her.

"No, hold both of your hands in front of you and place the money in your outstretched palms as an offering to your Goddess."

Randy felt silly, but he attempted to obey. Olivia picked up the ten dollar bill and sneered at Alexander Hamilton with a contempt worthy of Aaron Burr—the man who shot Hamilton in a duel.

"You saw what I was doing. I gave them great service and I flirted more than ninety-nine percent of the waitresses I've ever had," whined Randy.

"Silence! I don't want your excuses, I want my money. You will have to be punished for disappointing me."

"I'm sorry," pleaded Randy.

"If you’re not sorry now, you're certainly going to be. Now, lay your disgusting body down on your stomach," demanded Olivia.

As soon as Randy complied, she made him stretch his arms towards the headboard, where she had already attached leather restraints. She deftly secured his wrists in the bands she quickly tightened, leaving him helpless. Then, she pulled
Randy's panties down to his knees and secured his ankles to the foot of the bed. This was something new and it frightened him.

"Feeling kind of vulnerable?" she asked in a mocking tone, as she kneaded his soft hairless ass with her hands. They were surprisingly strong for a girl of her size, but they were still delicate and porcelain. These hands were the veterans of many manicures and spa treatments, but nary a minute of manual labor of any kind.

"Extremely," replied Randy nervously looking over his shoulder at the beautiful young woman who would soon begin punishing him.

"Good," replied Olivia holding up a black leather belt. "You should. I made my mother get this belt for me at Neiman Marcus. It's Prada and it cost over $400. I really like it, but I never really seem to find the right opportunity to wear it. Prada leather is amazing though. I love it.