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It's supposed to be for newbies who can't walk in heels, but it's so thick that it stables your ankle, so you don't twist your ankle falling in the heels.
"Fine, I'll wear it," Even though serving drinks earns less money, it's still money.
I see him go to his closet, pull the thick black brace out, and slowly put it on my wrap-up ankle.
"Ouch, easy, Jerry."
"There, now try to walk on it. If you can't walk on it, you're not working today," I stood up and put pressure on my ankle. It was less painful but still hurting.
"See, it's all good now. Now let me decorate this thing so it won't be so dang ugly."
"Alright, I'll let you gals be, but Charlotte, after the pole is clean, I need you on the dance floor first. We open in 15 minutes.
"Okay, I'll be there in 5," We both watch Jerry leave and shut the door behind him.
"Okay, girl, so I have some tea. So you know how you fell and got hurt and were like going to pass out? Well, it turns out Rebecca danced before you. SHE put baby oil on her hands before the show to oil down the pole."
"WELL, Jerry caught it on camera, and saw it whilst you were out and confronted her about it. SHE said that she "does it" before every dance and show, but I KNOW FOR A FACT that the bitch doesn't. She intentionally did it on purpose to mess you up."
"That bitch!"
"That's not even all of it. Whenever Jerry confronted her about it to punish her for hurting you, SHE ONLY got a 2-week banishment on the pole and is stuck doing private dances and serving."
"All because she batted her eyes to act innocent when that hoe knows she hurt you. She only got a smack on the wrist for what, probably broke your ankle. I swear I'm going to beat that bitch's ass," I smile.
"Thanks, Charlotte, you're the best."
"Well, I better get on stage before Jerry comes and looks for me. Plus, I have to clear the situation as to why I left early yesterday," Charlotte kisses me on the forehead, and I watch her leave the room and shut the door behind her.
Well, I better start cleaning myself up. I stand up and look in the mirror. At least Charlotte cleaned most of the mess on me, but this outfit isn't right for serving. I look in Jerry's closet for anything to wear and see a pair of shorts that look tight on the ass and a black corset. With a little work, it'll do. I take the shorts and put them on, and just as I expected, my ass has no room in them. If I bend over, it'll show.
IÂ move on to the corset and tie it tighter around the top so my boobs would pop. I look in the mirror, and something doesn't feel right. I take a piece of royal blue fabric, tie it around the middle part of my corset, and tie it off at the end making a little bow. A little better, but it's the best it's going to get in this short time.
I start to feel the walls vibrate from the loud music starting to play. The club is starting to open, I better get out there and serve drinks. I'm not supposed to do this but fuck it, I'm in a lot of pain. I take two shots of scotch and I slip some converse over my brace carefully. I walk slowly to the front of the club and towards the bartender.
"Okay, Daniel, what do we have today?"
"Woah, looks like you're all better after the accident," I roll my eyes, and he chuckles.
"Well, from the looks of it. Numbers 2 and 8 are gonna be here for a long time. 2 is an original that orders a Coke on the rocks with lime. Make sure you don't forget the lime, or he'll throw a fit."
"Oh, one of those kinds of guys, gotcha," I look over at Winter's bodyguards.
"Hey Jeff, how long have the bodyguards, guarding the second floor, been there?" Jeff looks at his watch.
"I would say about since y'all started practicing."
"Hmm, well, give me a couple of cokes on ice and the other orders," I sat there watching him make drinks and then hand them to me, and I put them on my tray.
I then hobble over to the tables and hand them their drinks. As I sat down the last drink of my order, I felt someone slap my ass from behind me.
"Hell yeah, honey, bring that ass over here, and I'll show you how a real man works," I just smile at the drunk and then walk away to the bodyguards.
"Here you go, tuffy," I hold out the drinks for them to grab, and they just stare at it.
"It's coke, ya drink it."
"Nice try, lady. We're not falling for your trick."
"Okay, first off, my name is not lady. It's Roxy. See the name tag? Second off, what fucking trick?"
"Listen, ROxy, spiking our drinks to try to get past us isn't going to work."
"Why in the holy hell would I spike your drinks? Look, I'm just trying to be nice. If you don't want it, I'll just let these nice, cold drinks, on the house, go to waste," I turn around and start to walk away slowly.
"Wait," I turn around.
"Hmm?"
"We'll take the drinks," I smile and hand them the drinks, and they basically slobber them down.
I return to the bartender and give out more drinks to drunks and sober businessmen. Wouldn't you know my luck when the last drink on my tray is the drunken dude? I deliver his drink and turn to head to the bartender, and he slaps my ass again. I turn to him and smile.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," He looks at me like I'm crazy and laughs.
"Did you not hear me?" I see him stand up.
"I ain't going anywhere, Honey. Now go get me another drink," He chugs his drink right in front of me. I thought about all the ways I could hurt him. I clear my voice.
"Listen, dude, just like any club, we have the right to refuse service. So, unless you want to be taken out by security, I suggest you go out on your own accord."
"Do you know who I am?" I roll my eyes.
"I am a very important businessman and could sue the hell out of your company for throwing me out," I see he has a schmuck face on.
"Well, Mr. Buisness man, if you are so important, then how come you come here for a drink, and YOU'RE not even a part of the VIP club? "Mr. VeRy ImPoRtAnT" person. So, I suggest you get the fuck out of my club, or I'll sue you for sexual harassment," He laughs in my face.
"Sexual Harassment? At a strip club? Please," I see him scuff.
"It may seem impossible, but just like any club, if you get touched sexually without permission, then they have the right to sue, and with all these cameras, I'm sure to have all the proof I need," Just as I need security came up, and the drunky smirks.
"Oh, hey, Vance. Will you please tell this young lady how I'm the manager of the Winter company and can sue this business out of the country," Vance just looks at him, then at me, and then clears his voice.
"I know about this situation and have been watching the whole thing. We know about your high estate of business with Mr. Winter's industry, and we want to thank you for your work. Speaking of Mr. Winters, I have a message for you from Mr. Winters," I hear him clear his throat.
"Considering your actions towards one of Mr. Winter's personal employees at his club, you are hereby fired and banned from Mr. Winter's industry and enterprises. This means you are no longer in connection with Mr. Winter's business and are to never set foot on his properties. Please take this as a... nicer way than he said it," I could feel my jaw dropping, and the look on the drunky's face was priceless. I got him fired??
"FIRED? But I..."
"Now, please leave, or I will be forced to throw you out. Oh, by the way, say hi to your wife for me, I'm sure she'll be pleased with the reason you were fired from your job today," Drunky steps back, and his whole face looks like a ghost.
He steps forward and walks towards the door whilst Vance watches him exit the club. Memories flood my mind as I watch him walk out the door. I walk up to Vance.
"Holy shit, man, I didn't know Winty would fire him because of me."
"Winty?" I see him look confused at me.
"Mr. Winters, duh!"
"Huh, I've never seen Mr. Winters let anyone call him by a nickname."
"Vance, that's not the problem right now. Right now, I need to know why he put that dude out of a job because he was a stupid drunk?"
"I'm very confused as to why you are so worried for him, but by Mr. Winters's orders I had to fire him because of sexual harassment."
"I know that situation, but what if he had kids with his wife? I wouldn't want to be the reason why his kids have to miss a meal because of his stupidity. I know by experience it isn't fun to grow up with only one poor parent," I see Vance look at me very seriously.
"Listen, Roxy, I've known that man for about five years. Yes, he has three kids and a wife, but if it makes you feel better, his wife was about to leave him for another man soon anyway, and that's why he is here drinking his problems away. His wife and kids will be okay and not starve, but I'm afraid I can't say the same for him."
"He will suffer and feel the pain you felt when he sexually harassed you. Drunk or not, Mr. Winters will not accept that he acted like a fool around his personal employee. It reflects on his work in the company, and his workers reflect on the type of boss Mr. Winter is," I sigh.
"Well, at least his family will be okay. Thanks for the reassurance," I hug him and then walk back to bartending. Damn, my leg's killing me.
I took more people's orders, went to the bartender, grabbed the drinks, and delivered them. I see Jerry come up to me, and I roll my eyes. Great.
"How's the ankle doing, Sweetie?"
"Well, it's doing better since I have been bartending and having a wonderful time," I hear him chuckle.
"Still your sarcastic self, I see. Since you ARE bartending, I need you to bartend the VIP section. You were specially requested by Mr. Winters," I check my watch and see it's 3 p.m. Fuck, I forgot what time I have to be there.
"Well, you know, with this ankle of mine, I can't make it up the stairs," I see Jerry roll his eyes.
"Here's an elevator VIP pass to help you get there," I smile.
"Why thank you, good sir. This will come in handy," I see him roll his eyes.
"Just get up there before he gets impatient," I see Jerry leave and go backstage. I head to the elevator holding my tray, and pass, like a little school kid.
"Hold on there, Mrs., you can't go on the elevator this time," I see the two bodyguards block the elevator, and I smile.
"Well, aren't you two so cute together. You guys act like your words are going to stop me," I show them my elevator pass, point to my ankle, and grin.
"Now, if you excuse me, I have an appointment to get to," I slid right past them into the elevator and rode it up.
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-End of Chapter 7-
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