Chapter Two – Serena
“Urgh, that was the most horrible day of my life,” I declare wearily as I flop down on the couch next to my roommate, Jenny Toffolo. “I hate temping it’s horrible.”
“Where were you today?” She pops her gum and doesn’t even take her eyes of the TV as she asks me that. I can hardly blame her. She’s probably as sick of hearing my work dramas just as much as I am of experiencing them. “The office with the mouth breather again? The one who always calls you Jeans even though your surname is Jones?”
“No, a factory today making train parts. It was horrible. Not only was it dirty, smelling, and incredibly boring, I had a guy next to me who’s been working there for years telling me that I was doing everything wrong. It was unbearable.” My eyes fall closed as the exhaustion washes over me. “I only started doing this temping hoping that one of the jobs would turn out to be a permanent position but that hasn’t worked out. Maybe it’s time to give it all up and start from the beginning again.”
I never told Jenny this, or any of the friends I’d made since moving to the city, but when I left my small town in search for a bigger and better life almost five years ago, I had this notion in my heart. I always held onto this dream that a better, more exciting life was waiting for me around the corner and that soon I would be swept off my feet and the old boring life I’d had before would be a distant memory...
Maybe I still feel that way. That doesn’t mean it’s going to happen though.
I applied for an apartment online and connected with Jenny which was a godsend, then I moved to the city with big wide eyes and a wild, dreamy nature. I couldn’t wait for my real life to begin... yet here I am, still waiting for my real life to begin. How pathetic is that? I’m twenty three years old now. It’s time to stop with the daydreams.
“Wait?” Jenny sits up straighter and she turns to look at me. “Do you mean start again as in get rid of the crappy temp agency, or give up and go back home?”
The last thing I want is to return back to that boring ass small town with my tail between my legs, but I might have to. I’m running out of money and I’m also running out of patience. It isn’t working, not really. I might need to just give up.
“I don’t know,” I admit with a shrug. “My head is all over the place. I don’t know what I want to do anymore.”
Where’s my exciting life? Where’s my Prince Charming? Where’s my adventure?
I don’t know what the interesting thing that’s waiting round the corner for me is, but I want it to come now. I’m desperate, I’m about ready to crawl out of my skin just to start again.
“You can’t leave me.” Jenny shakes her head so violently that her long blonde hair falls around her face making her look a bit comical. “You cannot, I won’t let you.” She grabs onto my arms and stares deeply into my eyes with nothing but sheer desperation. “They’re always looking for new girls at the club. Why don’t you do that?”
“At the club?” I screw up my nose in disgust. “I don’t know, I don’t think I’m the sort to work at a place like that.”
“We aren’t strippers,” Jenny exclaims, almost as if she’s shocked by my accusation which came out all wrong. I know they aren’t, I didn’t mean it like that. “We’re shot girls. We just walk around the rich men and hand out shots.”
“Yeah, in short skirts and low cut tops. You’re always complaining about the rich men getting handsy with you.”
“I’m never complaining about the tips though.” She pulls a wad of cash out her pocket that makes my mouth water. “I always get good pay from the job. Why don’t you just come and do it for a while, get yourself financially stable then look for another job?”
The thing about Jenny is she’s never short of money. She always pays the rent and bills on time, and she can afford nice clothes and meals too. She’s even been on vacation a couple of times in the last year which made me very jealous. She works far less hours than me too and is never as stressed. It’s like the ideal job, but I don’t know if I’m cut out for it.
“You’re really sexy though,” I pout. “You have big boobs and a nice bum, amazing hair and fab curves. Plus those legs that seem to go on forever more. I don’t have any of that.”
“You do,” Jenny insists. “You’re a raven-haired beauty with amazing pouty lips. And those green eyes of yours are phenomenal. You have a good body too, you just hold yourself awkwardly as if you’re always trying to cover up.” I don’t argue that point because it’s the truth of it. I do feel uncomfortable in my own body, I just feel like I’m never quite enough. “I think you should just give it a try, just for one night, see how you feel.”
I sigh and nod slowly. “Yeah, maybe I should.” I don’t like it much but I know I need to try unless I want to give up and go home. The thought of returning to my parent’s farm with all my old-school friends gone fills me with an intense sense of horror. “When shall I come in?”
“I can call my boss, get you in for a shift tomorrow tonight? I know you’ll need a sleep so I won’t say tonight, but I have to head out there anyway so I can pick you up a uniform if they say yes. What do you think? Do you want to? Please say yes.”
“Urgh, you know what, yes.” I stand up ready to fall into bed. I hope that after a couple of hours napping I’ll be ready. “I have to do something different to prevent me go insane.”
“Great. I’ll get it sorted.” Jenny looks far too pleased, she’s making me anxious that I’m not going to like it much after all. Maybe I’ll make a fool out of myself and hate it, but at least then I’ll know. I can still keep my position open at the temping agency until I know for sure anyway. “Ooh, this is going to be so much fun!”
I don’t answer her, I just give a weak smile and stumble into my bedroom. My white, empty room that doesn’t have anything in it because I just can’t afford anything. I need to do something with my life, I can’t keep on down this track. Maybe being a shot girl isn’t something exciting and drastic happening to me, but maybe it’ll just get me on the right track for a moment. All I need is enough money to keep me going, until I decide what to do next...
***
I bolt upright in my bed thinking I’ve only been asleep for a short while, maybe ten to fifteen minutes. I didn’t mean to collapse so quickly, I didn’t even change my clothes, I suppose I better do it before I really get into a deep slumber...
Huh? What?
A uniform hangs on my bedroom door, one that must have come from Jenny. But she didn’t intend to bring me one until morning... oh. The sunlight is streaming through my window, and not just the morning sun either. As my eyes glance down at the clock I can see that I’ve slept for so long it’s almost late afternoon. I can hardly believe it, I never sleep like that! What on Earth is wrong with me?
I rub my eyes and push my weary legs into a standing position before I make my way over to the dreaded uniform. The metallic silver skirt will barely cover my butt and the crop top that somehow manages to be low cut as well has the word CeeLow on the back which is the name of the bar. I already know it’s going to leave me much too exposed. I’ll be vulnerable, probably very cold, and just there to be grabbed. In the cold light of day, I don’t think it’s such a good idea after all. I run my fingers along the edge of the material and jump backwards as something falls off it and flutters to the ground.
It’s a note, from Jenny.
‘Don’t let the uniform put you off, just give it a try. Think of the money. Be ready by six. Jenny xx’
I roll my eyes and ignore the clothes. There’s no way I can think about them with so much sleep in my eyes. I need a shower, a hot coffee, and some serious time to get my act together. If I’m even going to consider this then I have to do it with all my faculties intact.
“Hey!” Jenny cries out excitedly as soon as she sees me. “I didn’t want to wake you because you looked so peaceful sleeping. All snuggled up in your bed and snoring loudly. Do you feel better now?”
“I don’t
know,” I groan back. Obviously, I’m not really talking about the long sleep part, although that’s left me a little worse for wear too. I think I’ve slept far too much. “I don’t think I can wear that tonight.”
Jenny cocks her head and gives me a curious look. She’s already half way to getting dressed for her shift at work and she looks incredible. Intimidatingly so. I know if she wasn’t my friend I would never be able to work up the courage to speak to her. “Serena, have I ever steered you wrong before?”
“Well, there was the night at karaoke when we ended up getting sick behind the bar...”
“No, seriously, you have to trust me.” Jenny comes over to me and she takes my hands in hers. I can tell that she’s dead serious with her words, but I’m not convinced she’s right still. “If I didn’t think you could do this I wouldn’t suggest it. It’s honestly more fun than work and it’s empowering too.”
“Empowering how?” I don’t get that, I don’t see how flashing my body for cash is empowering but maybe I’m the one in the wrong. Jenny certainly doesn’t act like it’s a violation of her human rights or anything.
She chooses to ignore my question, brushing past it as if it doesn’t even register in her mind. “Trust me, once you have the uniform on and you get over those first day nerves everything will be fine. I was nervous too in the beginning, but now I wouldn’t do anything else.”
Knowing Jenny she probably gets job offers every day! She’s one of the more blessed people in life who has things fall into her lap. Either that or she’s a go getter who doesn’t wait for things to happen to her. I try not to think too much about that.
“I’ll have to trust you on that one... I need to have a shower.”
“Okay, cool I’ll help you do your make up and hair when you get out. I’ll make you look a million dollars honestly. You’ll love it.”
I move into the bathroom and flick the tap on, then I let me head fall into my hands while I wait for it to heat up a bit. Was it really that bad at the train factory? Am I really making a smart move? I don’t know. I don’t feel like I know anything anymore. I just don’t see any universe in which I’m going to be able to wear those clothes and not hate every second of it.
If only I had any other option...
Chapter Three – Ben
“Back again, Ben?” the flirty bar maid asks me as she slides me a drink. I should know her name really, I’m here so often, but I can’t remember it off the top of my head. “This is the third time I’ve seen you in the past week. Don’t you ever rest?”
“Not me.” I give her a playful wink. “When I’m not here, I’m just partying somewhere else. I can’t rest, not when there’s a whole world of fun to be had.”
“How are you ever going to settle down?” she giggled. “You can’t be out partying every single night when you’re all wifed up.”
“Not for a long time,” I insist. “I’m going to take my usual table out on the veranda. I’ve got some business associates here.”
“Business meeting? You bring them here now. That’s impressive.”
“It’s more like an entertainment thing. Got to keep the clients happy, you know how it is. Can you send one of the girls over to the table to get the liquor flowing?”
“Will do. Any preference?”
I slug the entirety of my drink back and give her a shrug. All the girls here are awesome to look at, I’m sure my friends won’t mind which one serves us. I can already tell they’re the type who don’t care what’s going on as long as the drinks keep on coming.
“We have a new girl. Maybe I’ll send her over to you. Drop her in at the deep end.”
I move away from the bar and push my way through the endless crowd that’s gathered in this place. It’s a high end, but accessible joint which makes it very appealing to guys like me. It’s posh and a great place for us to flash the cash, but it’s also casual and calm. I hate the pretentious over the top places worst of all. They’re always filled with old people who have sticks lodged firmly up their asses. Not for me at all, I just want to have a good time.
Once the cool night air brushes past my cheeks I scan my eyes over the crowds that have gathered outside. There are lots of business men all conducting their so-called business on the company accounts, and they’re all surrounded by the beautiful women that work here to serve them drinks. The girls must be even colder than I am in their barely there clothing, but the wads of cash that are being given to them as tips are keeping them warm.
They flirt, but they flirt for tips which is why I don’t ever sleep with them.
“Kyle!” my tone is jovial as I return to my table. “You like it here?”
“I sure do.” His eyes are practically bugging out of his head. “How could you not? No wonder you come here all the time?”
I chuckle loudly and look over to Kyle’s assistant. He looks less pleased to be here, but I think that’s because he’s rather be at home with his wife. That’s the problem with working in the finance industry and having a family at the same time. There just isn’t time for both. All the smoozing and partying in unavoidable.
Still, that’s what you have to do if you want to go far.
“He... hello?” a timid sounding voice comes from the side of me. “Can I... get you guys anything?”
I’m just about to make some sarcastic comment about her clearly being the new girl because she doesn’t have anything like the usual confidence and swagger of the normal girls, but before I get those words out I feel them get stuck in my throat. Sure, this girl isn’t like any of the other shot girls but that’s because she doesn’t look like she belongs... in the best way possible. Her long raven hair spills down her back, her wide green eyes are inviting, but they also look like they hold an endless ocean of secrets. I like her heart shaped face and pouty lips too.
Then there’s her body. She’s hunched over slightly as if she isn’t comfortable in her revealing clothing, but I can tell that she’s got a svelte figure and hips that I just want to sink my fingers into. Maybe my teeth too. She isn’t as obvious as the other girls, but there’s a real beauty to her. Maybe it’s because she’s more subtle, or maybe it’s something else. I’m intrigued to find out.
“Can we get some shots of your finest whiskey, please?” I ask with a smile instead. “And some beers, that okay with everyone?” Kyle nods once. “And also what’s your name?” Her eyes widen in surprise as if she wasn’t expecting me to say that. “If you’re going to serve us drinks all night long I’d like to have something to call you, that’s all.”
“Oh, right, of course.” Her cheeks tinge the most adorable colour of pink. It brings a smile to my lips without even trying. “Yes, you should know my name. It’s Serena.”
“Serena. That is a beautiful name. My name is Ben and this is Kyle.” I point over to his assistant, barely remembering his name. He pipes up in the coldest tone of voice known to man.
“I’m Rick. No booze for me please.”
“Rick, don’t be an asshole,” Kyle laughs. “Give the boy a drink. The fucker needs to loosen up.”
I see Serena blanche at the curse word which makes my heart unexpectedly to reach out to her. If she’s not much used to cursing then she’s about to have a lesson in how the other half live. At the moment everyone is being dignified and relatively well behaved, but the more drink that gets into them the more that will change. This will be like a freaking zoo soon enough. Serena needs to toughen up if she’s going to survive it.
“We’ll all have some drinks, thank you.”
As she walks away to get us what I’ve requested, an item that isn’t on her belt of shots, I can’t drag my eyes off her as she goes. She isn’t swaying her hips in an over the top manner, but for some reason to me that makes her even sexier. Rationally I know this isn’t the best plan, I usually avoid good girls like her. The more obvious ones might be more garish, but they also expecting so much less. Good girls want love, and I can’t give them love.
So why do
I want to corrupt her so damn badly?
“She doesn’t seem like the others, does she?” Kyle comments idly. “She’s not as...” He struggles for words. “I mean, look at the blonde over there. She’s pressing her tits up into that guy’s face. I want some more like that.”
I roll my eyes dramatically at him. “I’ll get her over if you want, but I think we should keep Serena too.”
“Do you like her?” Kyle asks me with utter sarcasm in her tone. “She’s okay, but a bit boring.”
“I just... I think that it’s clearly her first day so maybe I should look after her a bit. The rest of the men in here are like animals.”
“You babysit then. I’m getting the blonde over.”
As he whistles and clicks his fingers to draw the blonde over, I catch Rick’s eyes. Suddenly I see my disapproval is mirrored in his expression. He doesn’t like his boss’s behaviour either... only probably for a different reason. I don’t know why but I don’t want him to act that way in front of Serena. I don’t want her to think I’m the same as everyone else.
“Hey everyone.” The blonde comes with a bright cheeky smile and popping bubbles with her gum. “How you all doing tonight? Can I get you anything? I’m Jenny, by the way.”
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