“Ereeza, you ain’t got no time to be slacking off. Get your bubble butt out there and get me some more orders!”
I craned my neck slightly to look at the bartender, Vinny, who was one of my somewhat, least favorite people. I didn’t hate him, but he was a snobby-ass pervert, that liked to whine like a chick who just got swindled out of a good deal at a 50% off sale.
“Oh shut up Vin! Why don’t you try prancing around out there like some little ballerina in these shoes?” I snapped at him, slamming my tray down on the counter and handing him a list of beverages to make.
He turned his back to me and chuckled. He liked the sound of me complaining, because he knows how humble I usually am about my aching feet and having to work overtime.
“No, no darling. I’ll just stay in my position behind the counter,” he said loudly over the music.
Of course he’d stay behind the safety of his counter. Anyone would stay behind the safety of this counter to protect themselves from the drunken perverts on the dance floor. That was one of the downfalls about this job. Actually, there are three major downfalls about this job.
a) a) The uniform is a tight, black dress, that’s short enough to increase the sexual thrill in men (which means they’ll come back often, just to see the waitresses swaddle around the club, swinging their asses from left to right)
b) b) When the customers (men) get too drunk, they make nasty moves on you and try to lead you outside into their cars for a nice little up-skirt screwing.
c) c) You don’t get paid enough to put up with this kind of thing (and they sure as hell didn’t warn me about perverts when they called me in for an interview)
Never the less, I have to cope with this. If I didn’t, it was adios my independence and back to living with my control freak parents in L.A. One of the upsides to moving all the way out to Toronto to go to university, was the assurance of a parents free environment, and that’s exactly what I need.
“Here’s your drinks Reeza, now go get em’ girl!” Vinny said, loading up my tray and giving me a teasing smile.
“Burn in hell you ass wipe…” I muttered, grabbing the tray and stalking off in the opposite direction of the bar.
The first table of men that I made my way up to, I had to force a smile on my cold and sullen face. It’s not that I wasn’t into men, but after witnessing my sister’s first boyfriend beating her half to death, my views on the male population darkened. I’m a twenty year old virgin, whose first kiss was an accident with her cousin at her ninth birthday party. That status will probably never change with my current disliking for men.
“Hey there beautiful!” a fat and unattractive man greeted. He had a cheesy comb-over, margarine colored teeth and nasty breath that made me wince and jump back the minute it flew up my nostrils.
“Hi,” I greeted, almost too flatly and placed the rest of the drinks on the table.
“You sure got a fine piece of body little lady!” another man greeted. This one had a tall, lean and really skinny figure that made me wonder if he was malnourished or seriously anorexic.
“Why…thank you mister,” I almost hissed, clenching my teeth and turning to walk away.
“Hey, don’t leave yet beautiful!”
I nearly turned and slammed my tray into one of their faces, but I kept my temper and marched away slowly, trying not to walk too fast and accidentally twist an ankle in these God-for-saken shoes. As I walked back to the bar, a bright gleam caught my eyes. It was the earring of a woman that was across the room from me. She was huddled against the broad chest of man whose face I couldn’t make out so clearly, and just as I was about to walk away, I saw the man raise his hand and waved me over. I stomped my foot unnoticeably and bit at the flesh of my jaw. I was so hoping that I could slip around back for a couple of minutes and sit down.
Even though I was annoyed and tired, I made my way over to where he was sitting, smiling falsely and batting my eyes. When I got closer to the guy and the flashy woman, a thought popped into my mind.
He’s not just another customer.
He wore a well ironed, grey suit and his aura was a little threatening. He was either a drug-dealer or a plain clothes police officer that was trying to blend in. After all, Club Chaos’s population was made up of mostly single business men, looking for a woman to taking them home and horny old cougars. This guy makes me feel a little uncomfortable, but even so, I greeted him in a friendly manner.
“Hello there! Welcome to Club Full Moon, may I take your order?”
I felt a twinge of fright when the man’s dark, grey eyes looked me over. I’m used to men looking me over, I mean, I’m wearing a rather inviting uniform, but when this guy does it…I feel like I’m naked or something.
I tried to breathe and focus on my job. I need to take his order and---
My eyes flickered to huge, white clock that sat on the wall opposite of me and my lips curved into delighted smile. I only have half an hour more before Jessica would show up and take over for me, so no need to worry.
“Well, are you just going to stand there and stare at the wall?”
My mind clicked back to reality and I my eyes turned to look at my customers. The woman, with puffy black hair and oversized (fake) breasts, seemed a little displeased, because she was glaring at me angrily and tapping her finger against the man’s thigh. I couldn’t help but scowl at the way she was sprawled off on the man, looking like a hopeless, (excuse my language), slut. I hate women who make themselves so vulnerable around these savage beasts that are men. Can’t she at least show some pride or dignity?
“Sorry ma’am…” I hissed at her and her eyes widened slightly, probably a sign that my response had taken her aback.
There was an awkward silence for what seemed like the longest two minutes in history, before the man shuffled slightly on the red, leather couch. He leaned forward from the darkness that had sort of concealed his face and came into the dull lighting of the turquoise lights above our heads.
I have to admit, I was a little stunned by his appearance. His face was chiseled, flawless and resembled that of an actor. He was drop-dead, no mistake, mind-bendingly handsome! I blinked twice to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming.
“Hello there Ms. Waitress,” he greeted. His voice was low, deep and husky, the type of voice that belonged to old time actors in spy movies like James Bond.
“Hi,” I replied, putting my right hand on my hip.
My eyes flickered to the clock for a split second and then back to the man’s face. Was he going to order or just stare at me? Stunningly handsome or not, I still hate men and I still have a job to do. Standing in one position in these heels is worst than running around the room in them, so it’s either he’s going to order or I send another waitress over here to deal with him, while I make another round and collect a few tips.
“I already placed my order. Are you just going to stand here and stare at me all night?” he suddenly asked.
My eyebrows flew up.
“You ordered?” I asked, trying not to sound too surprised.
“He did! But you on the other hand, was too busy staring at God-knows-what!” fake boobs was the one to answer, sitting forward and wrapping her arms around the man’s neck.
God, this woman pisses me off.
“Are you awe-struck from seeing my face?” the man asked tauntingly, and I felt blood rushing into caramel colored cheeks. He grinned cockily and I drew in a low, shaky breath, regaining my waitress like posture.
“Don’t hold your breath pimp daddy!”I snapped before I could stop myself. The words just seemed to roll off my tongue quickly, almost as if they were there from the very beginning.
The man’s eyes grew wider and that was all it took to get my heart pumping faster. This is bad…
I quickly pivoted on my heels and bounded away from him, merging with the crowd and quickly disappearing from the eye’s view. I quickly tapped Tasha, another waitress, on the shoulder and whispered to her that I snapped at a customer and if she could take over for me. She nodded understandingly and said yes, patting me on the top of my head before walking off in the direction I had pointed her to. She knows what it feels like to get pissed off to the point of snapping at drunken customers. She’s done it so many times since she’s been working here that I’m surprised the boss hasn’t fired her yet.
In the mean time, I hurried through the crowd and made my way to the back and into the changing room. I’ve decided to leave ten minutes earlier, so if that customer decides to file a complaint on me, he won’t see me around to point me out. The last thing I need is to lose this job right now! It’s the only thing keeping the rent paid and the grocery coming in. My parents send money to pay the bills for me, but soon enough, I’ll get a better part time job so they can stop babying me.
I quickly slipped into my sweatpants and oversized T-shirt and stuffed my work uniform into my bag-pack. While putting on my running shoes, the changing room door burst open and in marched my boss, Jason Stone. He was a tall, middle-aged man with a shaved head and tattoos hugging every section of his neck. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was a drug dealer or something.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going little lady?” he asked, raising and eyebrow and tapping his left foot.
“Well then Jase, you sure know how to make an entrance. What if I was naked or something?!” I said sarcastically, shifting the spotlight away from myself.
“You don’t have anything I’ve never seen or touched before darling. Now don’t change the subject! I asked---“
“I’m tired Jason. I have school tomorrow and I’ve had so many pervs slapping at my ass that I almost smacked them with my serving tray!” I explained, tying the shoelace of my left sneaker and then moving on to the right one.
“ Frustrated?” he asked, his booming voice lowering to a neutral one.
“You have no idea…” I muttered.
“Well, that’s what you get for having such wide hips, a tiny waist and large, squeezable---“
“Jason…” I growled lowly.
He laughed loudly and took a seat next to me. Sometimes, he acted like pervert himself, but most of the time, he was cool, even though he can get a little touchy if you’re not doing your job right.
“See you later Ereeza,” he said when I got to my feet. He handed me my bag and I strapped it over my shoulders.
He gave me a sly smile and I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Later Jason…” I said confusedly, grabbing my baseball cap from the coat hanger and putting it on over my messy hair.
When I walked out the doors of the changing room, I was greeted by Vinny, who seemed to be on his break. He waved me goodbye when I smiled at him and headed into the lunch room, which was opposite the changing room.
“Bye Ereeza!” Tasha, Monica and Jasmine called at me before I was at the front door of the club.
I turned and waved at them.
“Bye guys! Have a---“
“Goodbye crimson lips…”
I turned my head to see the man from before leaning on the wall behind me. Goosebumps crawled across my skin and I somehow managed to restrain from gasping.
He gave me a wickedly devilish smile before leaning closer to me.
“I like the color of your lipstick, it suits you well…” he whispered lowly, his hot breath caressing my right ear and neck.
I held my breath and stepped back from him, pushing the glass door of the entrance open and running out into the cool, night air.