This is dedicated to a very strong woman I know. You know who you are, love. And you know how much I adore you. This may not exactly resemble you, but the character’s spirit, her fury, and her passion you so beautifully capture. And yes, dear readers, you may notice the discombobulated phrasing of the language used, which I think is apt for this particular chapter.

Act 4 – The Restaurant Manager

Jesteś tak frustrujące! I’m Polish! I come from Poland you animal~! Nie jestem Amerykaninem, do cholery! So don’t laugh at me when I make mistake and say ‘pull out’ instead of ‘pull off’~!

~ Morrigan Bakowski

My temper is really high, higher than my father’s receding hairline when I left him with mother crying like crazy woman in Warsaw Poland, “I don’t understand, Nathan!” I throw him my ballpoint pen and he catches it, “Why you do this to me all the time and I don’t appreciate the stress you give me!” I shout at my boss, walking behind the bar, pushing Dmitri –a waiter– to the side because he does not know how to operate the stupid microwave oven, “You…” I clench my teeth and throw my hand over the counter to slap Nathan in the shoulder, “YOU are impossible to work with!” I screech, grinding my teeth so hard it hurts my jaw, “Two days!? You only give two days!”

Nathan looks at me like I’m a plate of boobs, “Your Polish accent is thicker than my cóck. Relax. Relax,” he reaches to rub my shoulder and it feels good actually, “That’s why I’m telling you two days before so—” he jumps back and ducks as I throw a plate over his head, “Jesus! I’m telling you two days in advance so you can prepare. What’s your fúcking problem!?” he shouts but he’s laughing like there’s penis on my head, “Two days, Morrigan. Don’t disappoint me,” he walks away laughing and I throw a white plate to his shadow.

“Fúcking Nathan makes me hard with anger!” I shout and Dmitri laughs, “What’s so funny!?” I look at him like I’m Satan’s daughter with a pitchfork to fúck his áss, “Why are you laughing!? It’s not funny! He makes me hard with anger and I don’t want—” he is laughing harder so very much that his face is turning red like a bruised vaginal lining.

He shuts his mouth but his nostrils become bigger like he’s trying to control his laughter, “Oh Morrigan. I’m Greek, but even I understand that what you said could be taken differently,” What the fúck is he saying? I don’t say anything bad! “Um … what does Nathan do to you again?”

I put my arms on my waist and I exhale through my nose, “He makes me hard with anger!” I shout and he laughs. What is so fúcking funny!!?? Tell me~!

It’s fúcking hard to be in America because I’m only stay here for few months and my English is very bad, “Morrigan, can I go home now?” asks Dmitri. I shoo him off like he’s fúcking dog, “Good night,” he gives me kiss on the cheek, “Don’t let Nathan get to you okay? Take care.”

“Hey,” I call when he’s about to go out the door, “You forgot. Come here,” I call him and he leans forward and I slap his mouth, “That’s for laughing at me this morning! You also make me hard with anger!” I shout and he laughs with a very big mouth.

He goes out the door laughing and I don’t understand why. Stupid. Anyway I check my watch and its 9PM. I still have one hour before I switch with evening restaurant manager to replace me. I work at The Columbia. It’s a hotel here in Washington and of course it’s open 24/7 like a fúcking vagina in Red Light District.

I look myself in the mirror and I see dark lines below my eyes and it’s not good because I’m Polish and Polish women are paler than American women because American women always get spray tans all the time. But they forget sometimes to tan their pússy that’s why some guys feel like they’re fucking Lindsay Lohan.

Oh no. My white shirt has stain again from tomato sauce. Stupid cooks sometimes don’t know when to stop waving their spatulas at me. They wave their wooden spatulas at me and they keep asking me if I want some ‘wood’? I don’t fúcking understand their language sometimes. It’s confusing. Okay I will do inventory.

Stupid Nathan tells me all the time that my English is bad. Of course it’s bad! I’m not denying it. Sometimes I forget that I’m using the same adjective like bad and don’t know that next to bad is worse. And then next is horrible or terrible. I forget that because I’m Polish. I know I always use it as excuse but I don’t really care.

I don’t understand why they laugh at me all the time here and— “Hey. You’re still here,” Oh great, it’s fúcking Nathan again.

“What do you want?” I look at him and give him evil eye like I’m Kim Kardashian’s mother and he just told me that Botox is bad, “I’m working, Nathan. Don’t bother me and just go home.”

He sits on barstool and I’m behind the counter wiping the island with clean white cloth. He looks at me and wags his eyebrows and I don’t understand what this means. Maybe he is having a stroke I don’t know, “Morrigan…” oh he is not having a stroke, “…I think you’ll benefit from a few short courses. What do you say I enroll you to some English classes? I really think you’re a very capable Manager if your credentials are anything to go by. If you want longevity in this business, might as well speak our language,” What!? Am I not speaking their language already?

“I don’t think you have a problem communicating. But you have a serious issue with grasping the finer points of our language because your culture is different from ours,” he looks serious and I think it makes him handsome when he looks serious because his eyes are very dark like ink. He looks like Adam Levine but without tattoos which I think are sexy but also dirty. But I like tattoos. I think dirty is sexy sometimes, especially dirty sex. Dirty sex is really good and— “Earth to Morrigan…” he snaps his fingers in front of me and I … what’s the word? Startle?

“You startle me Nathan. Sorry,” I apologize and continue wiping the counter, “Who will pay for my schooling here? Because I don’t have many money—” he puts his hand up to interrupt me.

He shakes his head, “Because you don’t have ‘much’ money. Not ‘many’ money,” What!? Why the fúck will I care the difference between many and much? They are like the same. He looks at his watch. It’s Rolex. I like it, “I gotta go. Think about it. And you have all day tomorrow and a few hours the following day to get your staff together and pull a magnificent buffet for the Bakers. It’s a big deal that the mayor chose us to cater their food,” he explains to me like I’m stupid girl.

I roll my eyes and push my open hand, “Don’t worry. I will do my best to pull it out,” I say and he laughs.

He laughs hard his face becomes red, “Yeah. I’ve no doubt you can pull it out,” he gives me his Adam Levine smile and gives me thumbs up. I realize he has very big thumb. I wonder the size of his penis.

“You should let your hair down,” is the advice this little girl gives me. I say little because I’m six foot two and I think she is five seven or smaller, “Trust me on this. I started letting my hair down and it brought me luck … and even love,” What!? How can letting my hair down bring me love? Is that how it is here in American soil? I let my fúcking hair down and men will fúck me or love me? “I’m Flora by the way. I took care of the flowers for Ms. Meicker … or Baker rather, seeing that she’s marrying the mayor of this great city,” O? Her last name is Meicker? Baby Meicker. That’s funny. Baby Meicker. Laugh out loud is it? Is that what teenagers say these days? LOL.

“You do great job with flowers. They are all pretty I think,” I smile at her and I’m surprised because I don’t smile a lot. It’s like Jesus is pinching my cheeks forcing me to smile, “You think letting my hair down will help me find love?” I ask her and I feel like I should not ask her because it makes me more sad. I don’t have boyfriend because I work all the time. Well I don’t have boyfriend in America but have many in Warsaw Poland but I left them so I don’t have anyone now.

“Yes. And you have the most beautiful hair. It’s like liquid gold. It’s really smooth and pretty. No buns for you,” No buns for me? What does she mean no buns for me? Like no bread for me? What the fúck?

I see men walk our way and Flora smiles, “Morrigan was it?” she asks me and I nod, “These are my … associates. Armando and Ricardo,” she introduces them to me but I know that they’re not just friends of hers because her smile tells me that they are more, “Guys, Morrigan here did the catering,” she tells them and the two men smile. They ask me to join them and I do, thinking that maybe Flora fucks them too.

“You did great, Morrigan,” Nathan tells me and I think I blush a little. He is very handsome man because he is tall, confident, and knows what he wants to do with life. I like men who are strong because I’m strong too.

“Thank you Nathan. But seriously don’t push it hard because it makes me cry,” I explain and he laughs. I don’t understand him sometimes. I talk normal and he laughs. I don’t think I say anything wrong or bad. Stupid.

It’s 10PM and I should go home. I’m really, really tired and sleepy because all day I keep smiling to all guests, “I think about your offer Nathan and I think I will accept. You will pay for my schooling yes?” I ask him and he smiles and nods and walks to me looking at his Rolex.

“You have anywhere to be tonight?” he asks me and I think for a second what he wants but give up because I don’t understand him.

“No. I will just sleep because I’m early tomorrow,” the other restaurant manager arrives and I take it as my signal to put all my things in my bag and go home. But Nathan grabs my arm.

“Are you seeing anyone right now?”

What a stupid question, “Of course I’m seeing. I can see you right now because I have eyes you stupid,” I tell him and he is laughing.

“Oh Morrigan, you’re really something else. What I meant was…” he puts his hand on my back and I become stiff, “…are you dating anyone right now?” O? That’s what seeing anyone right now means? I guess I’m also stupid.

“No. I’m single,” Nathan is moving closer and I’m trapped between his body and the bar counter. What is this? He’s my boss!

He looks me in the eye and I feel sensation below my waist. It’s like I’m touching myself but I’m not, “Morrigan. Do you know what hide the salami means?” What? What is with all the questions? Why will I hide a salami!?

I shake my head. Why do I feel dizzy? I think it’s his perfume. It smells sexy. I don’t know. I can’t breathe properly, like my chest is tight, “I don’t know what hide the salami means Nathan.”

He steps back and takes my hand, “Come. I’ll show you,” he tells me and wags his eyebrows. I don’t know where we are going but I’m not in the mood to buy salami or any meat because it’s fúcking 10PM and I want to sleep~!

Nathan and I walk down the hallway and he pulls out keys to a room. I realize what he’s doing and understand that I need to run away, “Goodbye Nathan,” I tell him, pulling my clothes over my chest because I suddenly feel like my heart is racing. He grabs my arm and pushes me against wall and before I can scream he kisses me. Everything in my body melts and I don’t have the right English words to explain the feeling.

He moans in my mouth and I moan also, feeling something hard between my legs and I touch it. He pulls away gasping, “Aaahh…I knew it. You do want me,” he says and I feel guilty because I do, “You want me Morrigan?” he asks me while lifting the hem of my dress. I feel cool air go up my legs and I shiver, “You want me don’t you?”

“Yes okay? I want you so shut up,” I tell him and surrender. I feel like crying because it’s been a long time since a man kissed me and now I’m remembering what it feels like. And it feels good in all the right places. In my stomach, below my stomach, inside what’s below my stomach. Ooh.

We go inside the room that is vacant and I can no longer think straight because Nathan is being aggressive. He scoops my legs and lifts me to bed, putting me down gently over the mattress like I’m an offering to God or something. I don’t know.

I reach forward and help him take off his shirt and unbuckle his pants. He is very clumsy and I don’t understand why he is nervous, “Nathan. Stop. Stop it,” I push my open hand telling him to stop what he’s doing, “Why are you nervous Nathan?”

“It’s been a while. I was saving myself for you and I never thought I’d get a chance. You were always so mad at me wanting to bite my head off,” O, Nathan is so sweet. But I don’t need sweet right now. I need sex. Dirty sex. Sex with boss is dirty so it’s good enough. I smile and he smiles too. We help each other remove our clothes and I’m shocked to see that Nathan has a Polish sausage. The smile on his face turns to confused, “I don’t think you know what hide the salami means, am I right?” he asks me and I nod like stupid girl.

“It’s like this,” he puts his díck inside me and I cry because I’m surprised by the feeling, “There. Just like that,” he doesn’t move and he only inserts it halfway. I can feel his erection so warm inside me and it’s like my vagina is hugging him as he grows and becomes harder inside me.

Nathan lowers his hot body and flattens his tongue over my breast. I feel my nipple get hard as he spreads his tongue even more over my swollen breast. He stays like this for very long time that my body is crying for him to move. Why is he not moving? Oh, oh no. He’s moving now. But very slow. Very, very slow like he’s torturing me. Shít.

We are only doing missionary but why does it feel so good? “It feels good Nathan,” I whisper and he moans on my breast. His upper and bottom lip sweep together going inward to suck the bud at the center. Oh my God. He is sucking really hard and I feel electricity. He is very hard inside me and he moves very slow. This is torture. What is he doing to me? “Nathan, please move faster. I will come if you won’t!” I scream at him because my whole body is screaming also. It’s like my blood is singing and I can’t stop the feeling.

He lifts my legs and wraps them around his waist as he starts to sink deeper. I feel my skins roll inside as I adjust to his size with every push. There is so much pleasure to Nathan’s rhythm that I can’t help but moan louder with each thrust, “O Nathan. I think I like hiding the salami,” I whisper and gasp as his body stiffens against me. He asks me if I take my shots and I say yes.

He is grunting like an animal as he starts to gain speed. I know there are different ways of explaining in English the different kinds of pleasure, but I’m stuck with the words hard, fast, and huge because that is what Nathan is. He has something very big, it’s very hard, and it’s moving fast inside me. And before I can scream his name again I explode and he explodes too. I’m sticky and wet inside and I can feel his hard díck slip in and out much easier with our combined orgasms, “Nathan. Can I get a raise?” I ask him, and for the first time he doesn’t laugh. Stupid.