<strong>ALEX SNELL</strong><br/><br/>The new waitress's disrespect could not go unpunished. What kind of tourist trap shithole could have employed her with an attitude like that? The celebrity restaurateur grabbed a handful of her blonde locks and bent her roughly over a metal worktop.<br/><br/><strong>"Veronica, what the <em>fuck</em> are you doing in my kitchen? You don't even recognise me from the interview or TV? I know you can't be that forgetful and cretinous, or else we wouldn't have hired you. Shut your filthy chavvy gob and listen! I am Alex Snell and this is my kitchen. As you should know, this is Jamie Tresham, your direct superior. You will treat her with a modicum of fucking respect! If you open your mouth like that again, you can take a dive in the Thames from the window. Is that understood, or should I toss you out on your spoilt arse right now? Apologise,"</strong>Snell fumed. He shoved down the girl's regulation lacy knickers down, and the spatula stung her buttock with a whistle and a crack, then the other buttock, then several more on the exposed lips of her cunt.<br/><br/>Twisting the waitress's head so he could glare down at her intimidated face, the head chef  held her down for his staff to discipline her Snell style.<strong>"In this restaurant, it's the carrot or the spatula, you sniveling trollop. I'm in a good mind to give Jamie free reign wherever she shoves a root vegetable. Jamie? Lana? Teach Bigmouth here a basic work ethic, with extreme prejudice. She'll thank you for it later."</strong><br/><br/>Alex smirked at his two most senior members of staff. The smallest size of chopping boards in the kitchen were barely used for anything other than the buttocks of the insubordinate. The famous spatula noisily rained down square rosettes on Veronica's rump.<br/><br/>