From Part 5:

My shift flew by amazingly fast. I had just seated the last group of customers for the night when I heard the door chime. I walked back to the front of the restaurant. I saw a rather handsome man who looked rather familiar. He was very handsome, and well built, and had amazing steel blue eyes. I set my brain into search mode.

He was the father of the child I was now carrying.

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The hesitation in my greeting didn’t seem to faze him. Maybe he was used to women fawning over him, or tripping over their tongues while speaking to him. It was no wonder — he was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. I went through the memories of Lindsay’s rendezvous with Argeon.

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She had met him at an S & M club in the east side of downtown. It was her first time in a place like that, and despite her usual bravado and arrogance, she was a bit intimidated. He was a regular member, and could immediately spot her shyness. He set about making her feel welcome, and comfortable. She could see through his routine, as she did similar things to people that had something she wanted.

It was an interesting exercise to play the ‘victim’. She figured that she could learn something from it, and in turn be that much more effective getting what she wanted from others. She knew that they would end up fucking, but wasn’t put off by the idea. In fact, after an hour in his presence, her panties were quite wet. She had even occasionally rubbed her legs together underneath the table, trying to trigger even a small orgasm to take the edge off. No luck, though. He could see her distress, and suggested retiring to one of the rooms in the back.

Lindsay readily agreed. Before she knew it, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, giving him a blowjob, while rubbing her pussy through her silk panties. She normally didn’t give head, as she found guys were generally quite sneaky about trying to blow a load in her mouth. Something about his tone seemed to suggest she had no choice in the matter, and she was surprised to find that she enjoyed sucking his cock. What surprised her even more was that she didn’t think she would mind swallowing his cum, and soon enough, she did just that.

He quickly recovered, getting hard again in no time. He put on a condom, and soon had her on her back, with her legs up in the air. He pounded at her, roughly played with her nipples, and gave her an occasional slap on the ass. It was all very different, and erotic, and she was really getting into it . Soon enough, Argeon came, and Lindsay came with him. They laid in each others arms for a few moments, spent. After a few minutes, he said he had to get going. He gave her a light kiss on the cheek, and then left her alone in the room.

She was shocked by this, as guys were usually asking her when she was free again at this point, and getting all clingy, and shit like that. She felt hurt, but didn’t let it show. Instead, she sorted herself as best as she could in the small en suite washroom. She touched up her makeup, brushed out her hair, and left.
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I came back to the then and there, with Argeon still standing in front of me, looking somewhat impatient. “I do not have all night. The name is Verce. Please get my order for me.”

“Sorry, sir. Just a long night, is all. Anyways, are you here to pick up an order, sir?”

“Yes — that is just what I said. It’s under the name Verce”, he replied.

“I’ll go get that for you. Back in a moment.”

As I went to the pick up area of the kitchen, I could hear him mutter something about ‘wanna-be blondes’. I grabbed the last bag there and brought it to the front. I rang up the order, and processed the credit card transaction. He took his food, without so much as a ‘thank you’ or ‘good night’, and left. With attitude like that, I could see how he would fit in so well in the S & M world.

Frank came up a few minutes later and locked the front door. He said to do the close-up, as the remaining customers could be put on tomorrow’s cash sheet. I rang out the till, and was happy that there was only a two cent variance from the cash to receipts. I turned the register drawer to the manager, for him to lock in the safe. They used to drop the money at the night deposit slot at the bank, but a string of robberies in the neighbourhood convinced the owners to get a safe installed. I was glad of it, as I would hate to see one of the staff get hurt.

My thoughts were interrupted by a question. It was Lucy, taking a few moments breather from looking after her last table. “That was some interesting speech tonight, Lindsay. Did you mean it?”

“Yes, I did. I know I have been a miserable…” I looked around, to make sure no customers were within earshot, “bitch. It took a few wise people, and way too much time, for me to see the error of my ways.”

She put a comforting hand on my shoulder for a moment, and said “I’m glad that you have decided to make a change for the better. Alisha is really happy, but not surprised, like the rest of us were. It was like she was expecting it to happen all along. Is she one of your ‘wise people’?”

“No, but she is a decent sort, and is far more mature than I have ever been. I feel very, very bad for the way I have treated her. I hope she will forgive me, just like I hope everyone else I have pissed off will. I’ve cut a pretty wide swath of damage.”

“A wide __what__?” Lucy asked.

“Swath. You know… it’s a farm term? Or a tornado term, for that matter.”

“You even speak differently now. Are you sure you aren’t an alien?” she asked with a laugh.

“I’m sure. I’m just different now, and hopefully a better person.”

“Well, whatever. Welcome to the Gem. I think you and I could get to be friends.” She got an indecipherable look on her face, then came up and hugged me. It caught me off guard, but it was a nice, nonetheless. The embrace lasted a bit longer than I thought it should, and Lucy’s closeness was having a bit of an effect on me.

She stepped back, and said “I’ll see you Wednesday night. Now get out of here — you’ve done more work tonight than in the previous month. You must be very tired. Go home and get some sleep. And, yes, Frank said it was okay.”

I mock saluted, and said “Yes, ma’am!” I went to the back to grab my coat and purse, saying good night to the various staff along the way. For the most part, they were somewhat more cheerful towards me than usual. Like I thought, it was going to take awhile to convince them I was sincere.

Lucy wished me a safe journey home, and locked the door behind me. I got into my Chev, started it up, and put it into drive. That Mustang I was getting was definitely going to be a 5-speed, because automatics really do suck.

The drive home was quick, as I ran through the events of the day. I was happy to make peace with my colleagues. The disturbing part was, of course, Argeon’s complete obliviousness as to who I was. Granted, I wasn’t wearing leather and latex tonight, and my glasses were different. My makeup was significantly less vampish, but still… Oh well, whatever. I didn’t plan on telling him about the pregnancy — he came across like such a horse’s ass that I could only see it causing more problems than it was worth.

I parked my car in the usual spot, and walked up the stairs to the apartment, rather than taking the elevator. This body, make that __my__ body, was in not bad shape, but could do with a bit of toning up. Lindsay had received a nice pair of rollerblades for the previous Christmas, along with a helmet and appropriate armour. She didn’t use the latter, because it might make a mess of her tan. Figures. As for the blades, she got reasonably good on them, but put them in the storage room the day she got the Chev. I guess I would be digging them out of there.

I unlocked my apartment door and walked in, only to get the scare of my life.

“Please, Lindsay, do come in. You and I have matters of great import to discuss.” Mr. Cordiality, a.k.a. Argeon, was sitting on my couch, looking as if he owned the place. I immediately turned to escape, but both of the door locks engaged, seemingly on their own. The door knob wouldn’t even turn. I turned to face the invader, who was now only two feet away, and looking rather angry.

“Don’t tell me you are having another pseudo-blonde moment. I said, 'do come in'.” And with that, he grabbed me by the throat, and tossed me halfway across the room.