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A couple more hours, and I can go home. I go into the VIP section and walk towards Mr. Winters. I stop. A lump forms in my throat at the sight in front of me.
I swallow the lump at the sight of Rebecca's dirty ass giving Mr. Winters a lap dance. Why the hell would he want her to give him a lap dance?
I take a breath of the clean VIP air and walk towards Mr. Winters. He raises his hand to stop her from dancing. I put my hand on my hip and fake smile.
"You requested me?"
"You're late," He didn't even look at me while saying it. He continues to look at Rebecca.
"I'm always late, but don't worry. I always make up for it," I wink.
"So, what'd you have to drink, sugar?"
"Just give me a scotch, and keep it coming. Oh, and don't forget to get the other guys drinks too."
I take the other guy's drinks. While leaving, I walk past Mr. Winters, swaying my hips, side to side, knowing he is watching me. I leave the VIP section and enter the elevator.
"Couple more hours," I say to myself as I wait for the elevator to open.
Once it opens, I go to the bartender, get the drinks, and head back up the elevator. Once I reach the floor, I go into the VIP section and head towards Mr. Winters first.
"Here's your scotch," I give him his scotch. He looks at me and then looks at my legs. He pushes Rebecca off him, and I had to hold my laugh at her "oof" as she hits the floor. I look up at Mr. Winters, and an angry look is on his face. Uh Oh, What'd I do?
"What happened to your legs," I roll my eyes.
"Why do you care?"
"If someone is abusive to one of my strippers-"
"Abusive? These bruises are what happens when you bust your ass on that stage and try to earn a living."
I give him his drink, and when I was backing up, Rebecca's hoe ass bumps into me and spills all the drinks over my side and on my bosom. Shit.
"I'll get you guys another drink," I glace over Mr. Winters to make sure none of it spilled on him.
I quickly pick up the glasses and accidentally make eye contact with him. I started to feel my eyes start to get glossy. I knew I had to get out of here. I walk fast towards the door.
Once I knew that door closed behind me, I went to the wall next to the corner of the room, slid down against it to sit, and lay my head against the corner. I feel a tear start to fall down my cheek.
Shit, man. He probably saw my eyes start to water. It's because of Rebecca's dumbass fault. I look at my swollen ankle and hold it. I close my eyes to try and numb the pain. Man, those shots did nothing.
"Roxy," I open my eyes and see Charlotte kneeling in front of me. I quickly wipe the fallen tears away.
"Charlotte, what are you doing here?"
"Honey, I can see the pain you're in. Plus, Jerry sent me to check on you, and I'm glad he did because look at you, girl. Trying to work while you're in pain," I look away, and a tear starts to roll down my eye. Damn, it tear, you came at the wrong time.
"Eva, I'm taking you home. Whether you like it or not, you're hurt and can barely walk. You need rest, and to go to the doctor's," I look at her with puppy dog eyes.
"Don't you dare give me those puppy dog eyes, Evangeline! You're going home, and that's final."
"Shh, not too loud. I don't want these bitches knowing my real name. Besides, you know we need the money for next week."
"Listen, pumpkin, I know you want to get more money, but I've got enough money to make up for today. That being said, I'm taking you home."
"Okay, fine," I try to stand up, but the pressure is getting to me so bad that I fall, and Charlotte catches me.
She then wraps my arm around her shoulder and helps me hobble over to the stairs.
"Oh, hell no, I'm not going to take the stairs ever again. I've got an elevator card now, so let's take the elevator," Charlotte helps me hobble inside the elevator instead.
As the doors open, loud music is bursting through the air. Every chair on the floor is filled with random women and men. Charlotte helps me walk backstage.
"Wait. I have to stop by the bartender to give the drinks order for the VIPs."
"Okay, chat as much as you want. I'll go tell Jerry that you're leaving early," Charlotte then helps me to the bartender.
"Ouch, you get sent to the VIP's section, and you get all torn up. Remind me to never go up there," I roll my eyes.
"No, Jefferey, I've decided that I'm too important to be here. Do you have enough help to get through the night," I see Jefferey roll his eyes.
"Hell no. This new girl, Victoria, can't get anything right. The bitch can't even remember her order, and I'm the one getting blamed for it when she tells me the wrong drink to make. I swear she was only hired because she's a blonde, big-boobed bimbo. I'm stuck with her until the others come in at 5. Look here she comes now," I see a girl with big boobs and long blonde hair, which looks like a wig, looking at a list, and walking towards us.
"So I need two sexes on the beach and one bloody mary," I see her pearl eyes look up from the list and down at me.
"Oh! Hi there. I didn't see you there!" I look over at Jeffery with a "Are you serious face," and then look back at her, and she's smiling at me.
"So your name's Victoria, right?"
"Yes, ma'am. That's my name, don't wear it out, but you can call me Vicky since we're going to be working together now," She said with a big smile.
"Okay, well, Vicky, you OR another waitress need to go up to the VIP section and give their drinks. If you give me your notepad, I can write all the 14 drinks down. Make sure you don't mess them up, or you will get the drink splashed in your face with the cup. Rich people do not like getting their drink wrong."
I see her looking at me nervously. I see her hand shaking as she hands me her sparkly pink notepad. I write down all the drinks and give them back to her. She looks confused.
"Is there something wrong?" I see her look up at me.
"I can't read cursive," I roll my eyes.
"Just give it to Jeffery, and he'll read it and give you the drinks," She stares at me blankly, and I see from the corner of my eye Charlotte coming towards me.
"Well, it was nice to meet you, Vicky, but I've got to go home now. See, ya," I lift my arm, signaling that I'm ready to go, and Charlotte wraps my arm around her neck, and we leave the club through the back.
"So, what'd you think of the new blonde bimbo?" I hear Charlotte say as she puts me in the passenger seat of my car.
"She isn't going to last a minute in the VIPs if she doesn't confident up. Ouch, watch the hair," I hear Charlotte laugh as she almost caught my wig in the door.
"Dang, that hair is so intact, it can withstand a tornado," I laugh.
"I have to keep it on tight. You know how much swinging we have to do and how many guys like to pull hair while they're getting a lap dance," I hear her laugh, and she starts driving me home.
"Speaking of Victoria, Jerry's thinking about putting her on stage because, you know. She has all the goods. He thinks she might get better earnings than you," I roll my eyes.
"She's going to fail. She doesn't have any confidence in talking to people," We pull into our apartment building.
"Yeah, you're right. Plus, no one outtops you," Charlotte helps me out of the car, up the elevator, and into our apartment. She drops me on the couch.
"Now you rest. I'll go back to earn more money for the vacation. Don't worry, we're almost towards the goal," Charlotte kisses me on the cheek and leaves.
As the door closes, the apartment goes silent. Now, what to do? Ugh, I've got to change out of this outfit and take a shower.
I head to the shower and sit on the edge of the tub. I take off the brace and unwrap the wrappings on my throbbing ankle. I take a cold shower, washing off the dreadful day.
After my usual shower routine, I dry off, wrap the towel around me, and hobble to my bedroom to dress. I put on Pajamas and a T-shirt. I carefully examine my ankle.
Well, at least the swellings have gone down.
I slowly wrap my ankle and then put the brace on. All right, now that the shower's done. It's time for chores since I have the rest of the day off.
I start by doing the dishes. Once I've got them done, I clean around the apartment while picking up clothes. I haul the sack and the basket full of laundry towards the hallway.
When everything is out of the apartment, I close the door and drag it towards the elevator. The elevator door opens, and I see Derek at the front desk.
"Hey, Derek. Would you mind helping me to the laundry room?"
"Sure, Miss," I see him come from behind his desk and help with the laundry sack.
He follows me to the laundry room. He sets the sack down next to me.
"Thank you so much, Derek. I don't think I would have carried it all on my own," I hand Derek a $10 as a tip.
"Thanks, Ma'am."
After Derek leaves, I put on music. I sort out the laundry and load it in the wash. Well, at least I have that done now. I start grooving out to the music, dancing, and spinning. I make sure I don't hit my ankle on anything.
I spin around and stop. I see Evan staring at me from the doorway.
"Oh, Hello. I didn't see you there. How long have you been standing there?" I hear him chuckle.
"Long enough to know you're good at spinning," I laugh.
"Sorry, I wouldn't have started practicing if I knew someone was here."
"That's all right. I would rather see you spin than do laundry anytime," I could feel myself blushing and clearing my throat.
"Well, welcome to the laundry room. There are a couple of lumps in the machines, literally. That machine over there has dents because it only works if you kick it every ten minutes," I hear Evan chuckle, and I look around for more.
"There's only one machine that works without anything. I'm using it. Sorry. The machine on the left of mine works, but only if you sit on it from spinning everywhere."
"How come most of them aren't good?"
"Mostly because the manager, who's also the owner, is a cheap steak and doesn't like spending money to fix things," I hear him chuckle. I hear the washer beep that it's done.
"Well, I better get this into the dryer."
I start to unload the washer into the dryer, and I see Evan having trouble separating his laundry. I chuckle.
"Do you need help?" I see him smiling.
"Do I look that helpless?" I laugh.
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-End of Chapter 8-
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