Waiter, part 3

“I think I
should freshen up, too, actually”

Kindra’s voice pulled me out of my
reverie. I am a…beta? What did that even mean? It felt true. But I was
just horny. Probably. He was merely some overconfident high school kid.
Even if Kindra fooled around with him, so what? It didn’t mean anything about
me. Or about her. She was too strong to be claimed by him. Like I had been… What the hell was I thinking?!

Just then I looked over and saw
Kindra, across the restaurant, suddenly pulled aside by him.
He led her into the back hallway where the bathroom were, out of sight. Ugh.
That fucking kid. I should never have stooped to his level. That damned bet. It
started all this. Never take the bait, you
fool! There’s no way to win doing
exactly what some jerk says.  What
he said. Oh shit, there was
Kindra’s phone. He said to check the texts. Fuck!
I picked it up and quickly put in the code I knew by heart, having seen it
entered so many times.

Texts, texts, texts. Gah.
His were right there when I opened the app. No precautions taken. I needed to
be quick. I scrolled back to the top.

Dax: Thanks for your number,
beautiful 😉

You:     Same
to you, cutie

Dax: Those
were some quick moves in front of your BF

You:     You
did kinda force my hand

You:     I
said no, you know 😉

Dax: I
don’t take no for an answer

You:     That’s
not cool…

Dax: A
little boldness and perseverance can make all the difference

Dax: Do you
regret it?

You:     No

You:     It
was my decision. I wanted this.

Dax: You
needed this

Dax: I’ll
show you what a bold man can do

You:     You
better be discreet!

Dax:Says
the girl texting a guy in front from her BF

You:     Promise!

Dax:
Anything for you, sexy

You:     gtg!

So that’s
where it began. I skimmed some more texts. There was a lot of flirting.
Apparently they did manage to meet up IRL. Briefly, as far as I could tell.
During a break at her work. He played hookey from school and surprised her. He
snuck a kiss. But they were seen?! She had to swear her close friend/coworker Yaz to
secrecy. Sounded like she thought it was a fun secret to keep. And I liked Yaz!

Then something caught my eye. The
word bitch?! He said that to her?

Dax: Hey
bitch

You:     WTF?!

Dax: You’re
my bitch

You:     Never
call a woman that

You:     It’s
not cool

Dax: Hey
I’m sorry

Dax: I
didn’t mean to offend

You:     Well
you did

You:     But
you didn’t know, so it’s forgiven

Dax: I just
meant that you’re my girl

Dax: My
woman

You:     I
don’t belong to anyone

Dax: Come
on!

Dax: I’m
your man

You:     One
of them 😛

Dax: He
isn’t a man

You:     Is
that so?

Dax: Not if
you’re cheating on him

Dax: You
like me because I’m a man

You:     You’re
a high school boy

You:     I
have a Master’s in gender studies

You:     You
have a lot to learn

Dax: Man enough
to pick you up in front of that boy of yours

Dax: Man
enough to rock your world

Dax: Man
enough to invalidate him by comparison

You:     You
are a cave man, my man 🙂

Dax: You
like it.

You:     Maybe…

Dax: My
woman

You:     hmm

Dax: Just
admit it feels good

You:     You
draw such unexpected things out of me…

Dax: I knew
it!

Dax: You’re
my bitch

You:     Don’t
even

Dax: You’re
cheating on your BF

You:     Barely

Dax: Please

Dax: You are

Dax: Have
you fucked him lately?

You:     No

Dax:
Because of me.

You:     None
of your business

Dax: It IS
because of me.

Dax: That
makes you a bitch

You:     So
now you’re judging me for this?!

Dax: Just
telling you what you are

You:     WTF!

Dax: No
shame. You’re my bitch now, so it’s okay.

Dax: You’re
a powerful bitch who chooses the men she wants and doesn’t care about societal
norms

You:     Now
that I can get behind

Dax: That’s
right, bitch

Dax: You’re
a liberated woman but you’re also my bitch

Dax: I
claimed you

You:     Yeah?

Dax: I
could tell you were too much woman for him. So I stole you away.

You:     So
I’m a prize now?

Dax: Only
to the right man. One strong enough to handle you.

You:     So
I need to be handled?

Dax: 😉 you
know it

What the
fuck?! That was unexpected. I couldn’t believe she let him say that to her.
Would my sassy, fiery Kindra really bow to regressive attitudes like that?

I gulped …I had.

Then there was some sexting. Late
at night. Just like I remembered.

Dax: You’re
lying right next to him?

You:     Yes…

Dax: So
naughty

Dax: Touch
yourself, bitch

You:     Yes

Dax: Good
girl.

You:     But
I’m so bad…

Dax: You’re
being bad to him

Dax: But
it’s for me

Dax: Right?

You:     Fuck
yes! It’s so hot

Dax: That’s
my good girl

You:     I
wish you were fucking me right now

Dax: Next
to him?

You:     Sleeping
through the whole thing

You:     Never
knowing

Dax: You
calling out my name into the pillow

You:     Yes!

Dax: Betray
your pathetic BF for me

You:     Mmmm

Dax: Give
in to a real man

Dax: Devote
your body to me

You:     You
own me

You:     I
need you

Dax: Soon.

You:     Not
soon enough

Dax: Come
for me, bitch

You:     Yesss

My heart
was at the bottom of my stomach. I put the phone back. It was true. Things were
falling together exactly how he said they would. And I had to look the other way.
Be his accomplice. Besides, if I did speak up, would it matter? She was clearly
falling for his “charms”. Would she stop even if she was
caught?

Seemed unlikely. …Would I want
her to stop? Of course!

No.

Maybe?
Ugh. Was I just a…beta male? Was this all happening because it was the
natural order? He was stepping into his rightful place as Alpha? Everything I
believed cried no. But deep down my feelings seemed to be whispering yes.