Page 2 of Daddy's Little Foreigner

“He didn't say anything about that. So I guess I didn't sign it,” she said.

“You're lucky. I've seen one of the other workers get spanked and then sent to corner time because they lied about their transportation home at night. The owners are very serious about safety. It's their top priority for the members that come but also for the staff,” Juliet said. “I would just be careful. They could give you a write-up or something like a warning if they found out you lied.”

She started to worry that Jaxson was going to find out that she walked home late at night. What would he do? Was he going to fire her?

She really hoped he wouldn't fire her, because she was on a work visa right now. If Jaxson fired her, and she wasn’t able to find a job quick enough, she worried about being sent back to Chile.

The process for getting a Green Card was hard. She needed references and to fill out a lot of paperwork. She was currently getting all of her things straight before she submitted it. Hopefully, she would get accepted on the first try, but she didn't know for sure.

There were several people she knew who had applied and were rejected. Some of them had been trying to get a Green Card for over five years now and were still unsuccessful.

She hoped that wasn't going to be her.

“All I can say is good luck. If you're not going to tell him, then you need to make sure you're really good at lying and nothing happens,” Juliet said before she walked away.

Sofia let out a sigh and started to clean the cups again. She wasn't going to be able to think about anything else for the rest of her shift. She had already been here four hours, and she had another four to go.

Tonight seemed like it was going to be one of the slower nights, which meant she was left to her thoughts. She loved it, but she also hated it because half the time she thought about how lonely she had been since she got to the United States.

In Chile, she had several friends she hung out with. They didn't know she was a Little, but it didn't bother her. She missed hanging out with people and having conversations.

It wasn't the same having a conversation with Juliet because it was normally work related. There was just something about talking to someone about their life or what was going on or what a person was going to do soon.

Whenever something exciting happened, she didn't have anybody to share it with. She just had to almost internalize the happiness.

Sofia looked over to her right to see Jaxson talking to one of the Littles. Sadness filled her as she saw both of them smiling and laughing. Was that his Little? She didn't know if he had a Little or not, and she didn't want to think about it. Just the thought of him having a Little made her sad.

Grabbing some of the juice boxes, she bent down and started to stock the fridge as she waited for somebody to ask her for something. She didn't like slow nights because there's only somuch restocking and cleaning she could do before she just was cleaning clean surfaces or standing there.

She stood up, a startled gasp leaving her lips when she saw somebody standing in front of her.

“Hello, Little one,” Jaxson said.

CHAPTER TWO

SOFIA

Butterflies filled Sofia's stomach when Jaxson called her Little one. She was always fond of that nickname and it turned her on. There was just something about a Daddy Dom calling a Little ‘Little one.’ She thought it was sweet.

There's no way of telling if Jaxson knew she was a Little without outright asking him. He hadn't asked her in the interview if she was a Little, only if she knew what the club catered towards.

In Chile, she had worked in a bar, but it was just a regular bar. When she saw BTS was looking for a bartender, she looked into the position. When she realized it was a club for people who were interested in age play, she immediately applied.

It was like her dream was coming true. She'd always wanted to go into a club that catered towards age play, and she wanted to continue to work as a bartender.

“How are you?” Jaxson asked.

She blushed and looked down at the bar, picking up a glass and started to clean it. It was already clean, but she needed something to do while she talked to him.

“I'm good, and you?” she replied.

“I'm doing well. How are you liking it so far in the United States and working here?”

“It's nice. It's definitely a culture shock from Chile to here but it's nice. Working here is amazing,” she said. “It's like a dream come true.” She put down the cup that she was cleaning and picked up another one.

“If there's anything I can do, let me know and I'll help,” he said. “I’m glad that you like working here. If anything goes wrong, be sure to call me.”

That was another thing. He was so nice, and he also wanted to take care of her. Make sure that she was doing okay coming to the United States for the first time. He had told her when he hired her that if she needed anything to let him know.

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