by Nicety
He was an older Arabian guy with a scruffy, salt and peppered beard, who had a fetish for thick black girls. The darker the skin the better you were, in his eyes. If you didn’t have a thick ass waist or at least some D cup titties, he was not giving you a spot on the stage. You had to walk the floor and make your money waitressing. It was the most bogus job up in the place, seeing as though the tips were very minimal.
“Hey, girl.” Mindy popped her gum in my ear, as she slapped me gently on the ass. “Don’t tell me you still thinking about Lex’s ass, still.”
Mindy was one of the few lighter women that made it through Jesse’s preliminary hearing. He called it his equal opportunity hiring when he hired outside of the sistahs. She was thick as hell and used to work at The Factory before she came here.
She had been working here longer than most of us, nearly eight years, and had become Jesse’s right hand bitch. Whatever the girls needed, she got it for us, no sweat. She looked out for us like a den mother, even though she was only like thirty years old.
“Girl, shut your white ass up.” I playfully tapped her on the arm. “But you ain’t never lied though.”
“I told you from jump that you made a mistake falling in love with that little girl. Fuck the fact that she just turned eighteen, boo. She’s still got milk behind her ears.” She rotated her hips before leaning against the wall in front of me, playing with my long, curly, brown, and red Malaysian silky.
“I know, but I fell in love with who she was not how old she was. I couldn’t help it. I’m gone for her.”
“Well, where is she now? Why she ain’t here with you, fighting for you, and doing what she need to do to get you back?”
“I don’t know. But at least I know she’s not with no other bitches, though.” I smirked. “She looks like shit too.”
“How do you know?” Mindy looked confused.
“’Cause she’s been sleeping in the rental car I got for her ass. She’s been parking around the corner from my building. I guess cause people in the area know the car, and won’t call the cops on her. I’ve been driving past her every day on my way to work. But, today she was gone. The car was due back today, so maybe after that she will come home to me and get her shit together.”
“Hmm. Well, I wish y’all the best of luck. But all I’m going to say is, don’t get your hopes up, boo. You’re too pretty to be waiting around for some broad to get her shit together. You could have any bitch or dude you want. Why waste your time worrying about one?” She continued to pop her gum as she rolled her eyes towards the screen. “Oh, see that hoe done stole my move. See, I told Jesse to take this motherfucking screen up outta here. I ain’t got time for hoes to be trying to be me and shit, especially not this new bitch. I don’t know her like that.”
We laughed as she pulled me in for a hug, forcing me to sigh in sadness. “Girl, I just don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about her.”
“Cause your heart and your pussy ain’t caught up with your brain yet, boo-boo. You gon’ be alright. Now gone out there and get a few table dances and make momma some money.” Mindy slapped me on my ass harder this time.
“Thanks Min.”
My four-inch heels clacked up the stairs and into the main room. The lights were dim on the floor, but lit up like the sun on the stage as the girls popped their booty meat around for the thirsty tricks raining money. Most of them were focused in on the girl-on-girl show in the middle of the stage, not realizing that girls actually fake those on stage. Jesse didn’t allow us to get too dirty and nasty for them motherfuckas in the open or else they’d never pay to be disappointed with the same in the VIP rooms.
“Aye, you seen that Honey?” Jesse snatched my arm up gently as he walked through the main door.
“No, Jesse. Not today I haven’t.”
“Eh. When you see her let me know. I’ve got a bone to pick with her.” He sucked his teeth and rubbed his beer belly. “I saw her on the tape giving up the goods in VIP the other night. Now, I ain’t running no whorehouse up in here, see. She gon’ learn today. You don’t follow the rules; you will be fined. I don’t care if you ain’t made payout or not, you hear?” He focused his attention on the booty popping happening on the stage. “I ain’t charging enough to giveaway booty and she better not be skimming money off the top.”
“Well, I don’t know what she’s doing. I’m not her damn momma.” My neck popped in between my words as I turned to strut away, feeling myself.
“Aye, aye. What’s your problem tonight? You on the rag or something?” He asked as his unibrow curled over.
“Ew, no. You know I call off on those days. I’m just tired. That’s all.”
“Not all of you all call off on those days. You better believe I know.” He sucked his teeth again. “Well get on and shake that fat ass.”
“Yes, Jesse.”
Disgusted, I walked off, headed for the motorcycle club that had come in a few minutes after Jesse. They came in every Friday and spent more money than any of us could count. I wanted to get to them before any of the thirsty hoes got to them, because once they chose their few, they wouldn’t pay anyone else any attention.
Hell, I was even thinking about going home with the cutest one tonight. I needed any kind of distraction to keep my mind off of Lex’s ass. The perfect dick in my tight pussy and a few shots of Patron would make the night complete.
“Hey, doll. Can I get a dance?” Officer Jacobs waved his fan of money in my face.
“Uh, um…”
“Com’ on girl. You want me to pull out my mortgage money, too? I came here to spend my money tonight and who better than the prettiest girl here?”
“Ugh. Alright, officer. But just for a minute, okay?” I tried not to look too revolted, but felt it was inevitable.
“Do it like you want it. Like you want this dick inside you.” He slapped my ass with the money before stuffing the entire wad in my G-string. “Now I just paid you $5000. I hope I get a little bit more than just a few minutes.”
I turned, bending my ass over into his face. My eyes bulged at the sound of how much he was spending on me. That was about three nights of work all for a little table dance. I couldn’t believe it, and even though I knew Jesse would be watching, I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of trying to tax me for the shit.
I took a considerable amount of the wad and slid it underneath my wig cap, fixing it back discreetly. I shook my ass so mutherfucking hard for him, I thought it would come off. I lucked up dancing for Officer Jacobs, since the motorcycle club would’ve probably only gave me about five or six hundred.
Officer Jacobs was getting drunk beyond his ass, steady ordering drink after drink. I never knew he was so loaded. It was weird especially for a cop’s salary. He came in every weekend for drinks and table dances, never stepping foot towards the stage.
He would always spend a couple of twos and fews, but never any hardcore dough like this. He was a sexy young cop too, standing no more than 5’9” and weighing maybe about 220 pounds firm. He probably could have bench pressed me with no problem.
He was always very clean shaved and dressed, and was always very respectable. I didn’t see a wedding ring, but at The Lab, most of the men that came up in there took theirs off at the door in order to feel like they were single again.
I took my bikini top off letting my nipples bounce coolly in Officer Jacobs’ face. “So, you took out some of your 401k or something to spend that kind of dough, or what?”
“Hmm. Wouldn’t you like to know baby?” he hummed, sticking his tongue out to get a small taste of my skin.
“Ah uh. No licking, Mr. Officer. You know the rules.” I waved my figure to him letting him know he was being a bad boy. “I know they look tasty but no, no.”
“Man, if I had a wife like you at home, I’d always come straight home to you.” He licked his lips, staring at me like I was a juicy well-done T-bone. “What is it that you need to make you happy, baby? What can I give you?”
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sp; “Shh. Just watch me.” I smiled, hoping he would shut the fuck up.
“I’m serious. I will give you the world girl.”
“Thank you.” I turned back around, sitting my ass on his lap popping wildly while rotating my hips.
For the next fifteen minutes, I tried to drown out his eager advances. He was talking marriage like he had never seen a fat ass before. The nigga was drooling over my shit like most of the wild dogs in heat that came in here. But, he was feverish and sweating like it was a hundred and two degrees on the floor.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, hoping like hell for 3am to hurry up. Jesse always brightened up the floor five minutes before closing to let the thirsties know it was time to get the hell out of here. Officer Jacobs made deep moaning sounds behind me as if we were already fucking, when I turned my attention to the front door.
Lexi came strolling in, looking around lazily. She looked like she hadn’t slept, ate, or bathed in days. I could see her scratching her stomach nonchalantly, as if she was back on the drugs again, although it could’ve been the dirt from lack of washing her skin.
Her hair was mostly frizzed, as well, and she ran her fingers through it trying to make it look more presentable. In the darkness, no man would’ve even cared what she looked like. But, she couldn’t have been here for that. She had to have been looking for me. But, I was in no mood to entertain her apologies. And, I’d be damned if she embarrassed me, yet again, in front of my coworkers.
“Officer, give me a sec. I need to go handle something really quick. I’ll be right back.” I caressed his cheek softly, before marching straight up to Lexi. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Look, I ain’t come here to fight with you, a’ight?” Her breath smelled of forty tons of cow dung.
“Ew,” I covered my nose with my hand. “Then, what are you here for?”
“I needed to speak to…I mean I came to…”
“What are you stuttering for? What do you want?” My impatience almost festered into anger as I crossed my arms and curled my lips.
“Hey, bitch. What’s going on?” Mindy stepped in front of me with her back damn near booting Lexi out of the conversation. “Do we have a problem here?”
“No, no Min. I’m just trying to find out why she’s here,” I replied, bringing my tone down a notch.
“Oh, okay. Well, why don’t you go on back to your customer and I’ll take care of her for you.” Mindy shot me a deadly look, one I had never seen before. “Go on.”
She slapped my ass casually as I turned and headed back towards Officer Jacobs, who was seemingly bouncing with joy of my return. My heels strutted back in front of him as my body swayed and moved to the music. My body was on him, but my mind was on her, Lexi, as I watched the two of them talk from afar.
I couldn’t hear shit they were saying, which pissed me off to my core, but at least I couldn’t hear shit Officer Jacobs was saying either. I was too busy straining my hearing towards the front door. I looked at him briefly, every few seconds noticing his lips moving, but not giving a damn about what was coming out.
A few minutes later, Lexi was smiling and covering her mouth nervously as Mindy put her arm around her, before escorting her to the back.
They walked off happily. I knew Mindy would never do that to me. She would never sleep with Lexi. I trusted her. But then again, I couldn’t put that kind of shit past anybody, especially since I had made the mistake of letting everybody know how good Lexi was with her head between my thighs.
Everybody was probably itching for a chance to try her. I could only hope that Mindy had just as much respect for me as I did for her. Just as my insecurities were heightening, it came to me that Lexi might have been finally doing what I had been begging her to do for the longest time. It brought a slight smile to my face because I knew she couldn’t have been doing it for anyone else but me.
My baby was really about to get her shit together so that she could win me back. At that moment, I hopped on Officer Jacobs’ lap, happy as ever, allowing him to feel my happiness in my movements. He grew as ecstatic as I was, even though his happiness was directed to my body and mine was directed towards her. Grinning from ear to ear, I gyrated knowing that my baby came up here to get herself a job.
Five
Blue Light Special
Lexi
The light, blue hallway past the floor bar was brightly lit and short. Mindy kept her hand planted on my shoulder, guiding me in the right direction in front of her. She turned slightly towards the door on our immediate left at the end of the hall. She knocked twice before entering, not even waiting to be invited inside.
That let me further know what type of authority she had in this joint. I was happy to have discussed my problem with her first. It eased my mind about getting the job. She let me know it wouldn’t be a problem even though her smile was more sinister than most.
“What have you brought to me, Min?” the man spoke, in an unpleased manner.
“This is Lexi. She just turned 18 and is looking for work. What have we got for her?”
“Hmm. Eh. Turn around.”
I spun slowly on my tiptoes so that he could picture me in heels. Once we were eye to eye again, I dropped down back to a normal stance and stuffed my hands deep down in my jeans. I was nervous as shit, and it showed through the sweat that eagerly poured out of my pores, and on my forehead.
His eyes searched every nook and cranny of me, making me feel like a piece of dripping, red meat on display at the butcher shop. I cringed at the very thought of him undressing me with his lustful stare. He finally brought his eyes up, meeting his with mine after he was done with his examination.
“She’s built like a cardboard box. Defective product. Next.” His large choppers munched sloppily on his neatly peeled Granny Smith apple, loudly spewing tiny chunks of it onto his clothing.
What the hell did he mean a cardboard box? Defective product? I thought eyeing him with venom filled eyes.
“Wait, wait. Okay now, I need this job. Okay? There’s gotta be something, anything that I can do around here,” I pleaded.
“Why don’t you just go get a job at Wendy’s or something? Those are good American jobs.” His chuckle was uncanny and beyond disturbing.
"Oh, hell naw. See you don't understand. I can't work no shit like that." The words flew from my lips as sincere as could be, but from the look on his face, it appeared like they had fallen on deaf ears. I turned around shooting Mindy the most killer puppy dogface, hoping she would help. "Ms. Min, please."
"Ugh, well we do need another bartender, Jesse. The bitch we got on day shift is pregnant and getting bigger by the day. Eventually, we're going to have to let her go." Mindy's voice sounded dry as if she needed a drink of water, like her lips were parched.
She walked around to the back of Jesse's chair, caressing his shoulders as she leaned into his ear. Her lips mumbled something my brain couldn't comprehend. Usually I was a master of reading lips, but having popped a Yomper five minutes before I came in the door, my brain was fucking mush.
Yeah, I was popping again. It all just seemed too pointless not to. My life was fucked up. I had no one to lean on and here I was begging this old dickhead for a job I didn't even want.
"Um..." he pondered, looking up at me as he scratched the scruffy bush under his chin. "No. Now, bring me something worth drooling over."
"Please. Jesse, is it? I know I can do this job. I'll even make sure to keep them muthafuckas begging for more. I'm talking about drink after drink. More money than you can count." The sweat was now dripping off my face and down to the floor.
"Look at you. You're all fucked up. You're high off that shit. I can tell. Mindy, get this fucking junkie out my office please." He slopped over his meal, savagely.
Mindy looked up into my eyes giving the notion that I was beat. Defeat read on my face. My shoulders drooped down to my sides, dangling like a puppet. He was wrong. I wasn't a junkie. If I wanted to stop swallowing those
damned X pills, I could.
I had gone a whole year without them even though I substituted one bad habit for another. Drinking had long been my muse of late. But, it wasn't taking the edge of depression off enough, so naturally I reverted to what I knew best. I thought taking one would ease my anxiety. I was dead wrong.
I didn't even bother groveling any further. He didn't like the way my body was shaped, and even though I knew it was discriminating, there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I snatched the door open and bolted out back into the blue ass hallway.
My feelings were hurt like hell, but there were plenty of other clubs with owners I could beg. One of them was bound to snap, cause there was no way in hell I'd be caught doing something basic for minimum wage.
"Lexi. Lexi, wait up," Mindy called after as I kept my stride down the hall. "I can get you in."
"Didn't you just hear what that man said? I'm not going to keep bugging him to give me a damn job after he already said no." Annoyance flared through my eyes.
"Look, I know you need the work and you came here cause you were trying to be close to Superior. So, let me help you," she breathed heavily, catching up to me.
"How are you going to do that?"
"I run this shit around here. That old ass bastard barely knows when he's coming or going. I only asked him about the hiring cause he was here, but he won't be tomorrow. If you come in tomorrow, I'll put you on the clock. No sweat."
"You're just going to throw me out there, just like that? And, what about when he comes unannounced, and I'm here?" I paused, crossing my arms.
"Girl, he stays so high he won't even remember he met you. The only ones he remembers are his big booty stage hoes. But since you will be behind the bar you have nothing to worry about." She slapped my arm roughly. "It's a win-win."
"How is it a win-win? What are you getting out of this?" My eyebrow rose.
