yet?”
“Luke we’re riding in with you tonight. My car is being serviced so if you decide to take any of the girls home, you can drop us off first, right?”
I was shocked that she didn’t seem to mind the fact he was sleeping around. I kept that thought to myself. My stomach was already tied in knots about what I was about to do. The last thing I needed was a discussion about Kera’s sex life to kick start it.
“Can do. Let’s get this shit on the road ladies.” Luke walked toward the door and we followed behind. He drove a stylish, two-seater sports car which meant I was shoved in the front seat with Kera.
I had my own car and I wondered if I should have just driven in on my own. I decided it wasn’t worth arguing with Kera’s decision. After fifteen cramped minutes, I was second guessing the thought. We pulled up in front of the club and I noticed the parking lot was already full. Piling out of the car was easier said than done, but somehow I managed not to fall on my face.
My hands were shaking as we walked through the front door. I had no idea how to do this job, and judging from the crowd already there, I wouldn’t have much time to learn. I followed Kera like a lost puppy to the bar.
“Sin said I could show you the ropes, so you’ve got two hours before I need to get ready for my performance.” Grabbing a tray she motioned with her head for me to follow.
The men, for the most part seemed to be focused on the strippers on stage. Several times Kera had to ask if a party wanted another drink. I kept my eyes off the women up there, and tried to focus on my friend. I noticed that they men weren’t groping, something that took me off guard. I assumed in a job like this the men would have their hands all over you. I’d been prepared for that.
The job wasn’t difficult. The men told you what they wanted to drink, you told the bartender, and then served them. I could do this job , I thought to myself. I walked around with Kera until she had to leave, then I took tables on my own.
After a few hours I smelled like a brewery, but was pretty proud of myself. I’d made great tips, and this job didn’t take a genius to figure out. The men were pretty nice, for the most part. One had attempted to pull me into his lap, but Luke had stepped in and fixed that situation immediately. I liked him a little more after his help.
When I had a free moment, I stopped to watch Kera dance on stage. She had a choreographed number, and I admit being surprised at how sensual she looked up there. I guess I’d been expecting something sleazy, but she made it look like an art form. Of course I noticed the money that was being thrown on stage.
I was amazed at the cash flowing through the hands of the patrons. My tips were great, but I knew Kera was making triple the amount in just a few minutes on stage. Just when that thought hit my mind, Sin walked out into the main area.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the man. He didn’t walk around, he was like a predator with his movements and yeah I was impressed. Quickly I moved off to wait on another table. He might be beautiful to look at, but I needed this job and I doubted me staring at him was going to earn brownie points.
I made it through my first night at Sin’s pocketing almost two hundred dollars. I was sold. By the end of the weekend I’d earned five hundred. This was definitely a paycheck I could get used to.
chapter three
Proposition
The next month passed quickly. Kera made sure I had at least every weekend at the club, and between that and the school store I could finally afford to eat decent meals again. I can’t tell you how great it felt to eat a steak dinner. I mean you don’t know how much you miss real food until you’re stuck eating crap out of a can or processed noodles for months!
The regular customers at the club had deemed me the last