Amilia Williams
Amilia Williams. Modeling school student and a coffee shop waitress. She moved to Paris, France last year from Las Vegas, Nevada after being held captive for 2 years. Soon after she found a man to take her in and take care of her. Not in a sexual way, but strictly boss/employee relationship.
It was morning when Amilia got to the coffee shop she worked at. "Well, another day of watching behind my back. God why do I have to be this way?" She asked herself, as she took the psychotic meds to help with the flash backs and visions that were stuck in her head.
She was about 5'4 and weighed 135 pounds. She had dark brown hair that went to the middle of her back and hazel eyes. Her body was covered in colorful tattoos. She was about to be 30.
About 6:30 am, Andre walked into the coffee shop. He was the owner and also of the school Amilia went to, that included a studio he called Andre's angels.
Amilia was going there to make extra cash to hopefully get back on her feet and get herself a place to call her own. But until then it's Andre's place.
Andre was very good looking. He was about 45 and stood 5'9 with jet black hair and almost blue eyes. He was very cocky and all he seen in his models were dollar signs.
Andre walked over to Amilia and ran his hand through her hair, as he smelled it. "God Amilia, when are you gonna come sleep in my room instead of the living room?"
Amilia jumped at his touch. "Andre you are my boss. It would not be professional to start anything sexual with you." Andre chuckled. "Well in that case, you're fired." He was joking. "See you later beautiful." He said as he kissed the top of her head. "Mmm coconut, my favorite." With that he walked out the door.
As Andre left the coffee shop, Amilia let out a sigh of relief, her heart still racing from his unexpected touch. She shook her head, trying to clear the lingering sensation of his fingers in her hair. Despite his charm and good looks, she knew better than to get involved with her boss.
Making her way behind the counter, Amilia began her morning routine, brewing fresh pots of coffee and arranging pastries in the display case. As customers trickled in, she greeted them with a warm smile, her mind drifting to the evening ahead.
It was time for the other waitress to come in, as Amilia took her apron off and counted her tips. "60,70,80...120." Sky walked up behind her. “Damn girl what did you do today, suck off an old geezer?”
Amilia just rolled her eyes. “I think it's the new haircut Andre made me get last week. It makes me look older. More mature.”
Sky was about 3 years older than Amilia. She was 5’5 and weighed 125 pounds with long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Her body was curvy but sexy all at the same time. "Well school is about to start, you better go Amilia. See you tomorrow?"
Amilia nodded, as the girls hugged. "Yes, you will sometime and somewhere." As she walked out and went to Andre's. As soon as Amilia got to the porch, Andre opened the door with a smile. "You're home!" Amilia looked at him as he grabbed her sweater. "Yes daddy, I'm home."
Andre made all the women call him daddy out of respect, and the men called him sir or boss. It turned him on so bad. Andre grabbed Amilia into his arms. "Did you miss me?" He asked putting little kisses on her cheek. "Oh, did I ever!" She said with her voice full of sarcasm.
Andre ran his fingers through her hair. "Well, I would love to just take you and fuck that tight pussy right here and now, but you have a photoshoot in like 5 minutes. So, get ready baby." He said leaving her in her bedroom.
Amilia seen the lingerie laying on her bed. It was black all silk. Everywhere you looked was see-through. Amilia was looking in the mirror.
She took her work clothes off, as she sighed. About five minutes later Andre was banging on her bedroom door. "Amilia darlin, times a ticking!"
With that Amilia got dressed and walked out into the studio, as Andre picked his head up and gocked at her. Amilia faked a smile. Deep down though, she wanted to be treated with love and respect. Not just a money maker, but that is all she was.
