Why does the thought of him knowing my chest size embarrass me? The guy has already seen me naked; he doesn’t need to know my measurements.
“Let’s go,” she says already heading out of the locker room.
It only took me thirty minutes into the club opening to find out that I sucked at being a waitress. I’ve already spilled three drinks and knocked over my tray twice, and I only have one table. If I could, I would go over to a corner and cry my eyes out. Instead, I plaster a fake smile on my face and I keep going.
“You need to move faster,” she hisses in my ear. It’s so hard to concentrate with the loud music and flashing lights. Let alone hold a tray in my hands and walk through the packed club.
“I’m trying.” The tray that I’m balancing on my hand starts to wobble, and I lift my other hand to stabilize it. I smile brightly as I stare at her.
The next thing I know, I’m on the floor looking up at her, now covered in alcohol. “Ugh,” she says stomping her foot and storming away from me.
“Sorry,” a man shouts as he grabs my arm and picks me up from the floor.
“It’s okay,” I say, trying to brush the alcohol off me. I smell like a walking bar and I’m wet.Makes me nauseous.
“What all did you have on your tray?” he asks over the loud music as he pulls his wallet out of his back pocket.
“Oh no, that’s not necessary,” I say waving my hand at him. I may have never been a waitress before, but I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works. He shouldn’t have to pay for another table’s drinks because I fell down. He thinks he tripped me, but it was my fault.
“Let’s go,” my warden says coming back to grab me by the arm once again. I wave and thank him as she pulls me into the crowd.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CASE
I look up from my desk as Rachel comes bursting through my office door. A beaten down Taylor strolls in behind her. No doubt, the night has taken its toll on her. It’s now thirty minutes past closing time, and I’m sure she’s exhausted.
“What can I do for you ladies?” I ask.
“Well, for starters, you can fire her,” Rachel demands, and I raise an eyebrow in question.
“No,” Taylor squeals as she steps forward. “Please?” she begs, and I like the way that single word sounds on her desperate lips. “Give me another chance.”
Rachel snorts then opens her mouth to speak, but I raise my hand to quiet her.
“What happened?” I ask, looking over at Taylor. Her bottom lip trembles, and she looks like she’s gonna cry.
“Well, I … uh, spilled a few drinks,” she says softly as she looks down at her hands in front of her.
“A few?” Rachel sneers. “You dropped more than a few. One was right on the customer. I’ve never had to buy more drinks than I can count.” She places her hands on her hips and huffs, causing her tits to bounce.
“Go home, Rachel,” I say dismissing her.
“But …”
“Go home,” I demand. Rachel looks over at Taylor, who just drops her head to stare at the floor in shame. Thankfully, Rachel turns on her heels and leaves my office, slamming the door behind her.
“Why are you here, Taylor?”
She very slowly looks up at me. “Because I needed a job and you offered me one.”
I stand and walk to the front of my desk, crossing my arms over my chest as I lean back on it. I look her up and down and notice her uniform fits her perfectly. The black corset pushes her large tits up to where her chin almost rests on them as she stares down at the floor. Her white shorts show off her long, lean legs. They glisten somewhat from the alcohol spills. I imagine standing behind her as I very slowly unzip her corset and push her up against the glass behind me that overlooks the club. “In order to keep you, you have to offer me something,” I say,
Her head snaps up to look at me. Her baby blue eyes are wide as quarters. I watch her swallow nervously and nod her head once. “Yes, sir.”
Another single word that does something to me. I’ve always hated that word,sir, but with her, it fits. I have a dirty image of her on her knees with her beggingplease, sir, fuck my mouth. I clear my throat. Why do my thoughts of her always go to sex?
“The club, you need to offer the club something,” I say correcting my previous statement. No matter how much I want her to offer herself to me, now is not the time. “You’re beautiful,” I say, and she blushes looking away. “Your body is perfect.” I should know; I’ve seen all of it. “But that’s as far as it goes.”
