Sin City
Three
The next day.
OUTFIT
I twisted the cap back onto my lipstick and threw it the lipstick into my makeup bag. I examined my makeup in the mirror as my heart beated out of my chest.
I'm really about to start work today. Yeah its good that I good a job, but this is not the job I had in mind. Actually, would never thought of having. I don't wanna work at a strip club. Let alone bartend to a bunch of old men who watch twenty year olds in their birthday suit.
I pouted my bottom lip and stomped my foot, not wanting to go. But if I didn't I wouldn't get money. And if I didn't get money, Zack would get mad and kick me out. I'm already a burden on him.
I pulled my shorts up once more and looked at myself in the full length mirror. I wasn't revealing anything so to me, my outfit was perfect.
I grabbed my phone off the charger and stuffed it into my back pocket, getting ready to leave for a night of men, drinks, loud music, and naked people. Kill me now!
I placed the glass onto the counter as I glanced up every now and then at the dancer on stage. I think they said her name was Diamond or something.. I really wasn't paying that much attention.
The song Trading Places by usher was blasting through the speakers. The girl was on stage, with her hands behind her back as she untied the loop to her sparkly pink bra before it fell to the floor.
I blocked my eyes from the sight when loud cheers came from all over the room. When I peeked, money was laying on the stage, in her panties and were still getting thrown at her. I couldn't make out how much money it was, but I could tell it was a lot but how the men looked and how they dressed.
"Um.. Lady." A male said, snapping at me. I turned around and smiled at him but inside, really wanted to slap him for snapping at me like I was a dog. But I couldn't, dollar bill said so.
"Yes. How may help you?" I said nicely. He looked at me and rolled his eyes before speaking.
"Can I get a um.. a Billionaires Margarita?" He asked. My heart started to pound when he said that. I didn't know how to make that or even knew what it was. So I put a smile on my face and walked away, quickly to the other bartender.
I tapped her shoulder lightly as she mixed the drinks up quickly. I was amazing how she flipped the bottles and the didn't drop out her hands nor spill.
"Um Maritza?" I said looking down at her name tag. She swatted my hand away from her.
"What?" She yelled at me without looking up at the drink she was making.
"Do you know how to make a Billionaires Margarita?" I asked shyly. She pushed the two drinks to the designated male and looked at me with a confused and angry face.
"What the hell?" She said with a Spanish accent.
"You are a bartender! You need to know how to make these fucking drinks! Or you have no reason to be here!" She said grabbing a cup off the shelf. She began to pour some liquor into it.
My head snapped in the direction if where I heard a lot of clapping. The girl on stage picked her bra up off the floor and gathered everyone last bit of money that was thrown at her.
"Give it up for Diamond because she is expensive as Diamonds." The dj that stuck up for me yesterday said. The bartender, Marista pushed a drink into my hands.
"Why are you doing?! Go give this to the person! It's the billionaires Margarita! Go puta!" She said, turning me around and pushing me back to my station. As a few drops of the drink fell onto the bar, I handed it to the man who ordered it.
"Here's your Billionaires Margarita sir." I said. He dug a hand into his pocket and dropped a 20$ bill onto the bar. I gave him a thankful smile and he walked away so I wasn't able to see him any more.
"And fellas, your gonna have to take them wallets out for this one because she is sweet like sugar and sexy like Beyoncé. Welcome to the stage.. Candy!" I had to cover my ears because the screaming was just that loud.
I watched as the girl who pushed me yesterday walked out on stage with nothing on except panties, x's on her nipples and very tall heels on. Even without her dancing, money was already on the stage.
She did a twirl on the pole as the song, "It seems like your ready" by R Kelly, began to blast through the speakers. I couldn't lie though, she was really pretty. Prettier than me to be honest.
Candy's body moved swiftly to the music. She didn't strip fast like the other strippers, she was more.. Slow but with more lust. Her eyes locked on different guys as she danced. She never looked one in the eye for longer than a second thought.
''Wow..'' I breathed out.
She was the show stopper and there was no doubt about it.
The place was quiet. The stage lights weren't one anymore but only the regular lights. People were cleaning down the tables, sweeping the floors and I was cleaning the bar off from all the glass, liquor and other things.
"Bartender..." Someone said. I stacked the bottle of patron under the bar before I looked up.
"Sorry.. No more drinks." I said. When I finally looked up, I saw the stripper that was dancing on stage sitting infront of me with her elbows leaning on the table.
"Can't you make an exception? I am a dancer.. Not a visitor." She said. I nodded my head up and down.
"What would you like?" I asked.
"Just 3 shots of patron." She said shrugging her shoulders. I turned around and grabbed three shot cups and grabbed the Parton bottle. As I began to pour patron in the second one, the girl spoke up.
"I never seen you around here." She said.
"Yeah.. I'm new. Today's my first day." I said pursing my lips. I laid the shots infront of her and placed the bottle back under the bar. I grabbed the wet rag, turned around and began to clean my station again.
"What. Are. You. Wearing?" The girl asked, holding in her laughter. I looked down at my outfit, not understanding what the problem was.
"Shorts.. Toms.. And a black shirt. Why?" She placed her hand over her mouth as her cheeks got big.
"And how much money did you make?" I pulled my money out of my pockets and began to count it.
"Back 300$." I said, shrugging my shoulders. She smirked and faced the other way.
"Aye Martiza!" She yelled catching her attention. Martiza looked at her and smiled.
"Yeah Hun?"
"How much money you make tonight babe?" The girl asked. I stared at Martiza as she counted her money until I heard light talking. I turned my head into the direction it was coming from and saw Candy dragging the dj out of the club by his arm.
"About 3000$." Martiza said smirking. The girl touched my hand, making me look over at her.
"Do you wanna know why she made ten times more than you in just one night?" She asked. I nodded my head up and down rapidly. She leaned into my by my ear so I could hear her.
"Her clothes." She said before she pulled away. Diamond touched my cheek, turning my head so I was able to look at her.
"You see.. Her cleavage is out, her body looks fucking sexy and her butt looks nice. Plus, her makeups on point." She grabbed my face making me now look at her.
"If you want money like that, you need to show skin. There is no other way!" She yelled at me. I pulled my face from her grip and nodded my head, understanding what she's saying. She took her last shot to the head before slamming it onto the counter.
"When I see you tomorrow, I wanna see you in something that'll make you more than 3000$ okay?" She said smiling. Her eye kids began to fall. It wasn't hard to tell the liquor was beginning to kick in.
She took hold of her purse that was siting on the bar and jumped out her chair, holding her heels under her arm.
"I'm Lisa by the way." She said, extending her hand for me to shake. I shook her hand and smiled.
"I'm Amelia." She moved her hand back to her side and walked off to the exit and out the building. I sighed deeply as I folded the rag once again and began to scrub the bar.
"Puta." Maritza said, calling out to me.
"Yeah?" I replied looking back and fourth from her and the bar.
"Clean my station. I'm leaving for the night." She said, taking off with a group of girls. Before I had a chance to decline her off, she left with her station.. Messy. Drinks everywhere. Broken glass, napkins, stains and just, mess.
I rinsed the rag and added more soap as I began to walk over to her station. I sighed deeply, from being so exhausted.
"Here we go again.." I mumbled.
OUTFIT
I twisted the cap back onto my lipstick and threw it the lipstick into my makeup bag. I examined my makeup in the mirror as my heart beated out of my chest.
I'm really about to start work today. Yeah its good that I good a job, but this is not the job I had in mind. Actually, would never thought of having. I don't wanna work at a strip club. Let alone bartend to a bunch of old men who watch twenty year olds in their birthday suit.
I pouted my bottom lip and stomped my foot, not wanting to go. But if I didn't I wouldn't get money. And if I didn't get money, Zack would get mad and kick me out. I'm already a burden on him.
I pulled my shorts up once more and looked at myself in the full length mirror. I wasn't revealing anything so to me, my outfit was perfect.
I grabbed my phone off the charger and stuffed it into my back pocket, getting ready to leave for a night of men, drinks, loud music, and naked people. Kill me now!
I placed the glass onto the counter as I glanced up every now and then at the dancer on stage. I think they said her name was Diamond or something.. I really wasn't paying that much attention.
The song Trading Places by usher was blasting through the speakers. The girl was on stage, with her hands behind her back as she untied the loop to her sparkly pink bra before it fell to the floor.
I blocked my eyes from the sight when loud cheers came from all over the room. When I peeked, money was laying on the stage, in her panties and were still getting thrown at her. I couldn't make out how much money it was, but I could tell it was a lot but how the men looked and how they dressed.
"Um.. Lady." A male said, snapping at me. I turned around and smiled at him but inside, really wanted to slap him for snapping at me like I was a dog. But I couldn't, dollar bill said so.
"Yes. How may help you?" I said nicely. He looked at me and rolled his eyes before speaking.
"Can I get a um.. a Billionaires Margarita?" He asked. My heart started to pound when he said that. I didn't know how to make that or even knew what it was. So I put a smile on my face and walked away, quickly to the other bartender.
I tapped her shoulder lightly as she mixed the drinks up quickly. I was amazing how she flipped the bottles and the didn't drop out her hands nor spill.
"Um Maritza?" I said looking down at her name tag. She swatted my hand away from her.
"What?" She yelled at me without looking up at the drink she was making.
"Do you know how to make a Billionaires Margarita?" I asked shyly. She pushed the two drinks to the designated male and looked at me with a confused and angry face.
"What the hell?" She said with a Spanish accent.
"You are a bartender! You need to know how to make these fucking drinks! Or you have no reason to be here!" She said grabbing a cup off the shelf. She began to pour some liquor into it.
My head snapped in the direction if where I heard a lot of clapping. The girl on stage picked her bra up off the floor and gathered everyone last bit of money that was thrown at her.
"Give it up for Diamond because she is expensive as Diamonds." The dj that stuck up for me yesterday said. The bartender, Marista pushed a drink into my hands.
"Why are you doing?! Go give this to the person! It's the billionaires Margarita! Go puta!" She said, turning me around and pushing me back to my station. As a few drops of the drink fell onto the bar, I handed it to the man who ordered it.
"Here's your Billionaires Margarita sir." I said. He dug a hand into his pocket and dropped a 20$ bill onto the bar. I gave him a thankful smile and he walked away so I wasn't able to see him any more.
"And fellas, your gonna have to take them wallets out for this one because she is sweet like sugar and sexy like Beyoncé. Welcome to the stage.. Candy!" I had to cover my ears because the screaming was just that loud.
I watched as the girl who pushed me yesterday walked out on stage with nothing on except panties, x's on her nipples and very tall heels on. Even without her dancing, money was already on the stage.
She did a twirl on the pole as the song, "It seems like your ready" by R Kelly, began to blast through the speakers. I couldn't lie though, she was really pretty. Prettier than me to be honest.
Candy's body moved swiftly to the music. She didn't strip fast like the other strippers, she was more.. Slow but with more lust. Her eyes locked on different guys as she danced. She never looked one in the eye for longer than a second thought.
''Wow..'' I breathed out.
She was the show stopper and there was no doubt about it.
The place was quiet. The stage lights weren't one anymore but only the regular lights. People were cleaning down the tables, sweeping the floors and I was cleaning the bar off from all the glass, liquor and other things.
"Bartender..." Someone said. I stacked the bottle of patron under the bar before I looked up.
"Sorry.. No more drinks." I said. When I finally looked up, I saw the stripper that was dancing on stage sitting infront of me with her elbows leaning on the table.
"Can't you make an exception? I am a dancer.. Not a visitor." She said. I nodded my head up and down.
"What would you like?" I asked.
"Just 3 shots of patron." She said shrugging her shoulders. I turned around and grabbed three shot cups and grabbed the Parton bottle. As I began to pour patron in the second one, the girl spoke up.
"I never seen you around here." She said.
"Yeah.. I'm new. Today's my first day." I said pursing my lips. I laid the shots infront of her and placed the bottle back under the bar. I grabbed the wet rag, turned around and began to clean my station again.
"What. Are. You. Wearing?" The girl asked, holding in her laughter. I looked down at my outfit, not understanding what the problem was.
"Shorts.. Toms.. And a black shirt. Why?" She placed her hand over her mouth as her cheeks got big.
"And how much money did you make?" I pulled my money out of my pockets and began to count it.
"Back 300$." I said, shrugging my shoulders. She smirked and faced the other way.
"Aye Martiza!" She yelled catching her attention. Martiza looked at her and smiled.
"Yeah Hun?"
"How much money you make tonight babe?" The girl asked. I stared at Martiza as she counted her money until I heard light talking. I turned my head into the direction it was coming from and saw Candy dragging the dj out of the club by his arm.
"About 3000$." Martiza said smirking. The girl touched my hand, making me look over at her.
"Do you wanna know why she made ten times more than you in just one night?" She asked. I nodded my head up and down rapidly. She leaned into my by my ear so I could hear her.
"Her clothes." She said before she pulled away. Diamond touched my cheek, turning my head so I was able to look at her.
"You see.. Her cleavage is out, her body looks fucking sexy and her butt looks nice. Plus, her makeups on point." She grabbed my face making me now look at her.
"If you want money like that, you need to show skin. There is no other way!" She yelled at me. I pulled my face from her grip and nodded my head, understanding what she's saying. She took her last shot to the head before slamming it onto the counter.
"When I see you tomorrow, I wanna see you in something that'll make you more than 3000$ okay?" She said smiling. Her eye kids began to fall. It wasn't hard to tell the liquor was beginning to kick in.
She took hold of her purse that was siting on the bar and jumped out her chair, holding her heels under her arm.
"I'm Lisa by the way." She said, extending her hand for me to shake. I shook her hand and smiled.
"I'm Amelia." She moved her hand back to her side and walked off to the exit and out the building. I sighed deeply as I folded the rag once again and began to scrub the bar.
"Puta." Maritza said, calling out to me.
"Yeah?" I replied looking back and fourth from her and the bar.
"Clean my station. I'm leaving for the night." She said, taking off with a group of girls. Before I had a chance to decline her off, she left with her station.. Messy. Drinks everywhere. Broken glass, napkins, stains and just, mess.
I rinsed the rag and added more soap as I began to walk over to her station. I sighed deeply, from being so exhausted.
"Here we go again.." I mumbled.
Notes
Pole dancing goes wrong
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