Chapter 5 Whipped

Flashback

Eighteen months ago

It was a Thursday night and the next day was Christmas followed by a weekend. Abigail was cleaning the kitchen. "You are still here, Abby?" Christian the friendly young guy who is the chef at the restaurant Abby worked at, asked her.

"Sasha is on leave today, Christian. Her son is not feeling well. So today I took over her duty. I only have to clean that last table and I'm out." Abigail waved Christian through the pantry window with a huge beam.

"Make sure you leave within ten minutes because there is a word that exactly twelve the owner of this restaurant is expected to come with a few of his college mates. Once they start drinking there is no end to it. You have to stay here all night being their waitress." Christian told Abby before packing up.

"Oh is it? I will finish my work faster then. Tonight I am going to bake a cake and take a few pieces to her sister Grace who is in the hospital. Grace loves Almond cake. So I will buy a few grams of Almonds from Walmart too." Abby shared happily with Christian.

Ten minutes later Christian was right and Abby was unlucky. She was cleaning the last table when she heard the wind charm that a new guest arrived. A tall well built handsome young guy in a gray leather jacket and black jeans walked inside. Guessing by the looks he presented, it was obvious that he was cash rich. He carried the looks of an Apollo with a slight stubble and dark green eyes with neatly gelled brown hair. Beside him were three more of his friends within the same age group. They were all well built and good looking coming from freaking rich families. "Anyone here to serve us?" One of them voiced, his speech already slurry.

Abigail very well knew about boys like this. Though they were born with silver spoons in their mouths, they had the least decency. They spend money like water earned by their fathers and forefathers. She hated such types of jackals. They come to restaurants to drink at the best odd hours as if the whole world is at their service. "There is a pub close by. You can drink as much as you want and party all night. This restaurant is closed for now." Abigail said, reaching the entrance while wiping her hands to the apron.

The apron fell on the floor while she was cleaning her hands and her torn spot on the upper chest of her shirt was revealed. Abigail quickly concealed it with the apron but the big blot did not miss their eyes. "Drinks can be bought from anywhere but what about the girls? I heard the most beautiful girls in the city serve here. Well the information is not wrong." The guy beside the handsome spoke licking his lips and eyeing her lecherously.

"We need only two hours. You can provide us with a full fledged meal and get that torn shirt repaired." The guy on the other side spoke with hunger while rubbing his stubbled jaw.

Abigail chewed on her lips with indignation. "Not everybody in this world is as lucky as you that they have money to party. And it also doesn't mean every girl who is waitressing is a slut. Certain beauties are not for sale." She told him with her head held high in self respect.

The most handsome guy and leader of the gang took a stack of notes from his pants pockets and stamped them on the table. "Is it not a deal even now? This is only for my friend. No group sex." He said arrogantly to Abigail.

She is now out of her wits. "Can't you understand simple English? If a girl says no then it's a no. I'm not a whore just because I'm poor. Pick up your money and get out of here." Abby shouted at them losing her control and turned around to pick up her handbag and leave. But before she could do that a rough hand stopped her holding her upper arm.

"You! Do you know with whom you are talking? I'm the new owner of this restaurant. Where is the manager of this club." The self conceited asshole and the leader of the gang shouted in temper.

The next second the manager of the restaurant came running to the place. "Abigail, what are you doing? Come on, apologize. Mr Pablo Axle Rodriguez is the new owner of this restaurant. He just came back to New York after finishing his post graduation in University of Pennsylvania." The manager introduced Pablo to Abigail.

"Please do not mind her words, sir. I will look after this issue. She doesn't know you are the new owner of this restaurant. But otherwise Abby is a sincere employee of this restaurant." The manager supported Abigail.

"A sincere employee!" Pablo stressed on the word. "That is what I am saying. A sincere employee should serve the master better than anyone else. I'm only telling her to warm my friend's bed and in return I will give her one million for one night. Is that okay for her now?" He asked him, staring at her in an egoistic chortle.

Before the manager could speak Pablo felt a sharp sting on his cheek. His mind went blank for a few seconds and then he noticed the hit came from Abigail who was looking at him with fury filled eyes.

"I resign, sir. I am not characterless and my virginity is not for sale." Abigail told the manager, grabbed her bag from the cooking room and walked out of the restaurant without sparing a second glance at the group of people staring at her retreating form without a blink of the eye.

What the group of youngsters did not notice was, a man from the paparazzi was situated there. He was continuously clicking photographs while simultaneously uploading and selling the scene like hot cakes for the best price on the internet.

The next day Abigail and Axle were all over the net.