The last employee of the Demon’s Dish that Hector needs to meet with arrives: Alex, who primarily works at the restaurant’s bar and has been over-pouring drinks. Alex has also handled delivery duties, during which more “hell money” was passed off.
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Alex actually doesn’t belong with the B-behaved bumbler brats, being a bright boy from a good home, getting great grades and saving up most of his allowance, but(t) his still semi-strict sire, surely seeking some strange excuse, somehow scared his son shouldn’t be spared the ‘standard’ spankable, shameful and sore sorrows of squirt-ship, so-called sentenced him ‘seen sodomizing by self-soiling’ (Sir’s actually secretly proud of his perky prince’s fine physique and family jewels, almost regretting he nearly-never has occasion to nastily nurture the never-naughty, naturally-nice knave’s naked nates) to spend summer on similar shifts as his dumbo-class-buddy Danny, donating the meagre wages to the diocesan Ukrainian refugees charity, Alex even volunteers a quarter of his allowance on top. Without working experience in hospitality or any student job, except tending bar at dad’s receptions, Alex was fit for no other job, yet soon great at it as anything he does, rapidly becoming a real mixologist and sort of a shaker acrobat, also pleasing clients with suave conversation and natural charm. Never having wanted for cash, he was still naïve about payments, hence easily fooled with trick bills.
Hector however ignores the clever, classy kid is sort of silver spoon gold, actually far too good for menial work, assuming him a naughty numbskull knave like his mediocre, mindless ‘mates’, hence subjects the sexy scared-stiffie-sporting squirt to the same systematically savage sanctioning-severity at ‘sound’ spanking sessions, secretly satisfying his sadistic streak sublimely. Alex always submits sweetly, sadly, suffering surreally-sore seat-scarlet-swatting, scared to ‘sabotage’ his sire’s stupid sentence, simultaneously seeking to spare his squirt-similars seriously severer savagery if scolded sub-standard to the smart student should he show and see-through his superior skills.
Hopely for him and Hector, the hard-handed, harshly-horny, humble-hounds-harsh-handling headmaster-emeritus will find out those fascinating, financially-fortunate facts and relevantly realize Alex’s MBA course makes him frankly far fitter then fucking fool French to brood on a brilliant business-plan and meticulously make the management much more mind- and meaningful: the guy gay shouldn’t be getting glowing globes but(t) giddily giving gruesome grillings. It would be a wonderful win-win-win, for Hector’s restaurant and clients, for its staff (getting way better job prospects) and for Alex’s future to father’s full delight. Although not quite fair to him, Alex would even agree admirably-abjectly to genuinely-generously-gentlemanly help out his ‘mates’ as temporary transition manager to write, test and tweak a better, best-boding business plan while still slavishly sharing in severe stripped staff scoundrels spanking-sessions this summer, simply to satisfy strict Sir Hector and his devilish-derriere-dermis-damnation-determined dad.