Chapter 4

The next few days passed in a blur. Christina was delighted her daughter would be out of the house and no longer a disgusting blob that society said she should responsible for. She needed her house back for the pilates girls to come over, and she wanted to make a yoga studio out of Grace’s old room. George was chipper and delighted. He’d get to keep his house and his trophy wife. His money troubles were over. Best of all, his bitch of a stepdaugther would be someone else’s problem for the foreseeable future.

Behind the scenes, George and Tony negotiated. Tony could keep Grace retained for at least a year, doing whatever he could to make her stay. Shady paperwork was exchanged.

They told Grace she could come home whenever she wanted, but Tony had a big mansion over an hour away. Plus, with her not knowing how to drive, would she really want to Uber everywhere? After a year, maybe they’d renegotiate. Let the chips fall as they may. Grace was thrilled to be away from the glaring eyes of her parents and reminders of her failures. Here was a chance to start fresh.

Nervously, she simultaneously crammed chips in her mouth as she crammed some jeans in her suitcase. Mr. Ricci told her there’d be a dress code or uniform of sorts, and that she didn’t have to worry about clothes. He told her he understood the influencer’s need to always look fresh and stylish, plus stay true to her brand. No big deal, Grace hated the clothes her mom insisted upon, and maybe this mansion’s dryer wouldn’t keep shrinking them too. As she dumped the bag of chips in her mouth to bottom it out, the doorbell chimed in the foyer. Mr. Ricci had insisted upon picking up Grace and bringing her right to her first job assignment: dinner.

“Crap! Maybe I shouldn’t have snacked so much, I don’t want to let him down.” Her suitcase zipped, she rolled it down the hallway to meet her new employer. Her father had opened the door, and George was talking to Tony excitedly. Tony showed him some final paperwork, and George exhaled.

‘Thank you Tony! My god, thank you. You’ve answered my prayers.”
“Oh no George, I think you’ve answered mine.” Tony leered, turning around to look at his prize.

Grace smiled, wearing what she had assumed would be her most professional outfit–dress pants and a work blouse. Well, she tried. The pants were obviously snug, and Tony could tell that button was only one sharp exhale away from popping off. The blouse was comical. Buttons straining, she had to leave the first few totally undone, giving him a view of her luscious breasts, this time crammed in a too small bra. All of her clothes were from months ago. He could see where the back fat was fighting a war to go over the band of the bra, but the tightness of the fabric pushed it back. Arms stuffed in the sleeves, seams straining. The shirt didn’t even come close to meeting her midriff, buttons stopping two inches short, creating a nice muffin top. Were those stretch marks? Tony was practically drooling.

Grace gave her new boss the once over and was drooling herself. Tony was oozing wealth and she could eat that all day. Unlike Grace, his clothes fit well. His girthy equine-like posterior was covered in Armani pants, and Grace thought how strong his legs must be to carry such an impressive torso. Not fat but broad, in her mind. Tony had on a silk t-shirt, tucked into his belted pants. His hair slicked back, reeking of cologne. Grace loved the giant ruby ring he wore. How taboo it was, to have a little girl crush on her employer.

“Ready to start, Grace? I know we’re all eager to see how much you can grow our business!” Tony darkly chuckled.

Grace giggled. “I can’t believe this is happening! George, just tell people you knew me before I was famous. Tell my mother, who couldn’t even cancel her barre class, that I’ll be bigger than her! Hah!”

Gleefully, she bounced out of the house, with Tony rolling her suitcase behind. Her ass wasn’t bad either, he noted. Definitely not as pronounced as her front half, but growing out instead of down. He could tell she was attracted to him, which helped. But even so, while he was turned on by her capabilities, he was mostly jerking off to future fantasies of her. A hundred pounds heavier, belly taut and swollen, just begging to be rubbed for relief. He’d tease her a bit, rub those big swollen melons over her clothes while she groaned and tried to shift for some friction, anything to get off on.

He’d tie up her hands over his bed, telling her he was the boss. Her nipples stiff, he’d make a deal with her. Eat just one more slice of pizza and he’d touch her the way she liked. Fill her the way she liked.

Snapping back to reality, he heard Grace say, ‘Oh my god! You got a driver and everything!” Tony smiled. This girl was so easy to please. They both sat in the backseat, and Tony slid up the divider between him and his driver. Not that it mattered–Lorenzo knew what Tony liked. Those seats were easy enough to clean after he’d bring his heifers in.

“Here’s the deal, Grace. Let’s talk scheduling. We got 30 days to run through my 12 restaurant’s menus. I like you, but you’re on probation now. You got a month to prove how much you want this job. Sure, some of this streaming will be live, but I wanna have some to edit for bigger videos and commercials. So we gotta jump right in. Depending on the restaurant, you may wear different things. Naturally, I got you a team polo shirt, just like the managers wear. You’re an executive now, chief of marketing! But we also need you looking sharp and professional, so one of my personal shoppers will help with that later. You follow?”

Grace nodded dumbly, pretty much zoning out about the grueling food schedule and perking back up when the conversation came to clothes. God, this man smelled so good. Such a big man, so strong. Her legs shifted and again, she felt that fluttery feeling in her stomach.

“Now, I’ll let you wear this tonight, because you look cute as a button. No sense in changing, but I gotta feeling this won’t be long for the road. No offense to your parents, see, but I got these fashion connections.”

Grace beamed and leaned over to talk to him. The seat belt cut menacingly into her cleavage, temporarily hiding the band of fabric.

“Oh of course! I can’t wait to start tonight! Are we going back to Valentinos?” she asked sweetly.

“Not tonight, doll. I wanna see how you do in a different space. Your folks ever take you to Bruno’s Bar and Grille?”

“Ooooh that’s your place? I just loveeee those sliders!” Grace said, salivating.

“Good, good. Just like last time, you let me do the ordering and the recording. You just work and enjoy.”