Days turned into weeks, I had become a full-time bartender at Crane's downtown. Living and working at the same place. I wouldn't say it was all great, but trust me, it was awesome, both the job, the experience, the people– although some people could be total dick heads, we met a lot of them. Different personalities, different problems. **** It was another day of work, after a hectic night, I was always busy. The only time I rested was when there were not many people to serve or from 2-3am when we closed. $10 per hour was looking like a chunk of shit to me, but I didn't complain, my tips on a goodnight sometimes was $50 or even more, so I had enough, and saved enough. I went to the executive restroom, as I always did every morning, to dress up. I was looking the part; and each time I dressed up in front of the mirror, I loved myself more and with happiness each day, I wished and prayed for myself a better life ahead, because damn it! I deserved better! But i still had working at Dundell Group in mind, in high hopes that my life would be better. I had already cleaned the bar before dressing up, so when I was done, there was nothing else to do, except waiting for our customers to start trooping in. And yes, I did take some sips at times from the bottles of Resposado Tequila; which became my favourite drink. And in that waiting space, Lorie came to work, with her face painted under light makeup, she wore a black sleeveless top, and a tight skirt, which showed her thin curves, but her ass looked sweet, sometimes I admired it. "Morning sunshine" I greeted her as she went over to her post, at the bar. In a beautifully painted face with a smile "how was your night?" "Never been better, and yours?" "All the same haha" we laughed for a while. And she concentrated on her phone while I took on the television watching one of my favorite anime series. Soon, people started coming, and the day began as usual. "Place your orders Ma'am" I said to a middle-aged lady who sat in the VIP section with a gentleman, young enough to be her son. She glanced at me for a while "And what if I want you…" she looked at me name tag. "Arianne" I smiled, "Then you will get me" we laughed at it, and she made her orders, still eyeing me. When I brought their drinks to them, she tipped me $100 and inside the wrapped dollar bills was her call card, she winked at me, and I left. **** It was around 7pm, alot of people were around, and they had been attended to. They were enjoying the moment, as the atmosphere was blessed with the smooth tunes from the DJ, and the night adored with the colorful lights. I sat on the chair in the bar, stuffed my hand inside my pocket and brought out stuff which I poured out to the table. "You get a lot in one night, a lot of love, a lot of sex, which you run away from. I wonder" Lorie remarked. It was all money, the tips I had gotten from women and men mostly, call cards and a few condoms. As ridiculous as it was, some of them would give me condoms asking me to come meet them outside or most times, in their cars, to fuck them or be fucked, obviously. But I never obliged, and when they get upset, I would reason with them that I was really busy and couldn't meet with their demands, and to make them happy, I would kiss them or touch them provocatively. I was just making sure we don't lose our customers, haha. "Do you want me to get sexual transmitted diseases?" "Are you kidding me?" She snarled "those women and men are clean hun, and rich, at least they live fine" "Yeah? Having sex everyday with multiple women and men? Oh come on, where has your sanity gone?" She rolled her eyes "you keep missing a lot" she concluded. "I see. And you, you're one of the few women that doesn't hit on me, or want me fucking them, why?" She smiled, flattered. "Keep dreaming girl" "Of course, I will keep on dreaming… but seriously, why? You don't fancy me? You don't think I can satisfy you enough? Or I'm just not your type?" She looked at me with an offended face, I was going to tell her sorry real quick, I wasn't serious anyway, and I couldn't afford to be on her bad side because we rolled well. But she held my head and brought our faces together, closing her eyes and kissing me, for a good two minutes, sucking my lips. "Wow, I wasn't expecting that. That's like the best kiss I've had in a long time" she blushed, a bit, she was just different from other women, and I was interested to know what she was on about. And she went back to her work "That will do."
She left to attend to a man at the VIP section and I turned around to the TV, and started playing through the channels. No one was watching whatever the show was, so I was free to play to my taste. I kept on clicking through the remote, barely stoping to get a feel of the program the channels featured, until my eyes flickered on a police vehicle on the TV and I pressed back on the remote. The headline read Notorious Illegal Black Market Arms And Drug Dealers Busted. And with a closer and more concentrated look at the scene, Lo and Behold, it was those men, our friends. "Don't know you watch news" I got flicked back from the imaginary lane "Oh!" I exclaimed, trying to remove the channel, painted in fear. … multiple arms and large ounces of hard drugs were recovered from th—" "Why did you remove the news?" Lorie asked, snatching the remote away from me, and switching the channel back. I was going to walk away and go outside or something, but it would attract more attention than necessary. So I sat back, with hands clutching the foam on the chair. … A statement by officer Steven curl, brought to daylight that a cop was killed on the scene, while another one suffered an injury. They also managed to gun down the members of the criminal gang, including— I tried to snatch back the remote from her hand, but she whisked away, looking at me with daring eyes. "The fuck is wrong with you hun?" "Damn it, are we going to watch a crime scene? There are better channels and shit…" "You got a problem with that?" "I mean, shit happens everyday" I didn't want to make a scene or see the dead bodies, or worst Brody's dead body. I was getting heated up in fear and guilt that I started biting my lips unnoticed and scratching the chair. She dropped the remote on the bar top, and walked away to the back of the bar. And before I could change the channel … while at least three are in police custody, including a — and then I changed it, I didn't want to linger any further, i had gotten over it, and it was best to move on. "Hey mate, someone needs a bartender!" A guest called my attention. Lorie wasn't there, so I went to attend to the person. I walked across a panel of guests to the guest sitting head down on the table, at the back end, where the light's illumination wasn't broaded. I greeted, bent down to whisper into his ears to alert him of my presence, he seemed to had passed out. "Good evening Sir, how can I help you?" He raised his head, his eyes were soaked obviously, supported with her redened sleep depraved eyes, and depressed face. "Have you come to take me on a date now?" It was the guy who threw me out of his house after fucking in his matrimonial bed. "Noooo, not all" I showed him my name tag, with a smile "I work here now" He looked embarrassed. "oh, okay" I was puzzled. Something was really wrong with him "So?" He looked at me, now confused "So what?" "Sorry, I mean do you want a drink or something?" "Oh yeah, um just bring three bottles of beer" "Which beer?" "Any heavy one…" he slapped his head softly "Heavy enough" And I went ahead to bring some bottles of beer for him.
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