"Servant! Come here this instant!"

Alexander or "Alex" let out a sigh mixed with a growl. He had been working around the clock to please his boss, or as he liked to be called "master." But apparently the master was never one to appreciate Alex's services. At this point, Alex was about to lose it, flee, and become jobless, but he couldn't. He hadn't chosen this career path, it was rather in accident.

Alexander is a handsome 23 year old Caucasian, with luscious brown hair and amber eyes. This "job" was not what he wanted, but his curiosity got the best of him and now he's working for the most demanding, self centered, arrogant, conceited -so many words Alex could describe him- boss ever! He had to wearing a specific uniform every single day: a button up dress shirt -any color-, trousers with a belt,and dress socks and shoes. He arrived to see his "master," an older man about the age of 50, with a mustache and slightly gray streaks in his brown hair. He was smartly dressed... even though he had been lounging around in the mansion.

Alex begrudgingly complied to the master's request. "I am here sir. What do you need?" he asked in the nicest tone he could muster right now.

"We are have guests in a few hours. A few colleagues of mine decide to get together for the night at my manor. So I wish for you to prepare dinner, set the table, and be on your best behavior! If you mess it up, there will be punishment upon you! Do I make myself clear?" Alex's master both demanded and threatened.

Alexander merely nodded along with a short "Yes sir" to him, before leaving the living room and heading towards the kitchen. While he wouldn't admit it out loud, a punishment from him would scare him. He had heard from his master that each servant that has been punished would mean he would find something humiliating thing for them to do. Alexander would not want that to happen to him. No way. He looked at the clock, many hours before the guest arrived, so Alex quickly got to work. He cooked and baked plenty of food for the incoming guests. It took about two hours, and his uniform didn't look presentable with some batter and grease on his clothes. Well his "boss" did say to on his best behavior right? Which automatically means he should look his best!

After setting the table, Alex rushed to his quarters. He searched through his closet, looking for something presentable and what he considered to be his best. Then he found the perfect outfit for the night. He placed it, deciding to freshen himself up before putting on his attire. For the occasion, he decided to wear his black tuxedo tails that his master had brought for him. Alex didn't know why he did, but he would rather not question his judgement.

After his quick shower and freshen, he began to get dressed. He first put on his white tuxedo shirt and black tuxedo pants, tucking in the shirt as he did. He placed on his black dress socks before he placed on a white dress vest. Then, he placed on his black patent leather shoes for the night. And for a small detail, a white bow tie. And the cherry on top, his black tuxedo tails jacket. He looked at himself in the mirror, slightly admiring himself, before he heard the doorbell ring.

'No doubt it's the guests,' the servant mused in his thoughts as he rushed to open the door. He straightened himself up and opened the door, greeting the guest as they came in. The guest were five burly mustached men, all dressed smartly in suits. Alexander closed the door behind them and escorted them to the dining room, where the boss was sitting in the chair on the far end. The master, having dressed himself in a different suit, welcomed the guests and went right to chatting.

From Alexander's perspective, he was basically a waiter. He had to bring out all the food for both dinner and dessert, refill their desired drinks, and clean up some crumbs that fell to the floor. But all in all, the dinner party was going well. Alexander tried not to draw attention to himself as he respected every request the guest and his boss asked him to do (luckily there was nothing embarrassing he had to do for entertainment). The party was moved to the living room as they chatted some more.

The dinner party concluded at 10 o'clock at night, so when the guest had to leave, Alex felt relieved that he could finally relax and eat since his master would surely go to his resting quarters and pass out... unfortunately that would have to wait. Because his boss seemed to have something that sent shivers down his spine.

A smile. A sickly, grim smile. That caused the servant to gulp. He was never used to his smile, he rarely performed this action. He would usually have a monotone expression on his face.

The master told his servant to come with him to the dining room. Alex reluctantly complied, following him as his boss joined him. He was then told to sit in a chair near the marble wall, which sort of confused him but obliged. Alex adjusted into comfortable position... and saw that the master had left.

Alex, now with a minute to breath, began running possibilities in his head. Had he done something wrong? Had he not behaved himself? Is the boss going to fire him? Which wouldn't be a bad thing. The master eventually returned...

With a cart of ten cherry pies?

This had confused the servant. Why would his "master" bring out a cart of pies?

"You know servant. I realized something tonight. I've been working you too hard. My colleagues talked about how we could "express" our gratitude with you servants for all the stuff you do for us," his "master" said. "So think of this as a sort of thank you."

Alex didn't know what he had meant... until he felt it.

A cherry pie landed directly at his face.

The servant closed his eyes upon the impact, feeling the crust and cream run down his attire. The cream slowly fell down to the black jacket and white dress shirt. It then dropped to his slacks, before landing on top of his dress shoes. The crust, however stand on his face longer before gravity took over and allowed it to plummet into his lap. Needless to say, Alexander thought this "gratitude" was humiliating.

One wasn't enough though, as his boss unloaded nine more cherry pies at his servant, all getting a sort of "SPLAT" explosion sound upon impact. Alex kept gasping in shock from all the pies he kept taking while sitting down in his tuxedo. Three hit around his neck and chest, causing his white bow tie to be stained and crooked as the exposed part of the tuxedo shirt and vest was crust covered. Two hit near his shoulders, his black tuxedo jacket getting stained with the red cream. Another one hit his face, his combed hair now all messed up from the previous and present one. Another two were aimed at his slacks (also his crotch) which lead to them receiving pie stains on them. The last one was a huge pie to his face, his master having shoved it in his face. The cream dripped both into and onto his dress socks and shoes as it ran down the attire.

Alexander wiped his eyes to see what his outfit had become. His nice tuxedo was now a cherry pie. His black tuxedo jacket, white tuxedo shirt and vest now had cream stains and crust littered across. His white bow tie was stained red and crooked from the impacts it took. The slacks had unfortunately some crust still remaining in his lap (hiding a slight arousing feeling) as well. The shiny black dress shoes and otc socks now had red on or in them, the contrast being quite obvious. His cute face was now cream coated and his once combed brown hair now was a mess due to the impacts. Overall, Alexander thought this expression of thankfulness was unpleasant (but to him it was also somewhat pleasing.)

He heard his master's approaching steps and looked up with fear in his eyes. The master gave a somewhat soften gaze at the pie covered servant, before telling him to rise. Alex did so, but not before the crust that was still in his lap fell to on top of his dress shoes, coating them even more. "Now, I thank you for your cooperation and keeping myself healthy and the house tidy. Now go get changed... before I pour custard down your head and pants," his boss both thanked and instructed.

Alexander quickly left, his shoes leaving prints as he headed to his quarters. 'So that just happened,' he said in his thoughts while trying to hide his arousing feeling in his slacks. While he may not appreciate working here, if that was the form of thank you he would be getting from here on out maybe he would stick around... but he knew he would have to clean up the future messes.