Rick Grimes, head bouncer at Sanctuary gentlemen club trudged into the darkly lit entrance doors down the pale yellow illuminated walkway which led into the main part of the warehouse-style club. Even though it was still relatively early in the morning the hallway gave the impression of nighttime. He hated walking through the doors as the yellow glow always made his stomach churn a bit. His boots echoed loudly on the concrete floor as he made his way to the coat check or what use to be the coat check room. Now it was a hideaway for the employees while on their breaks or to store their bags.

"What's up Shane?" Rick fist-bumped his coworker who was sitting on the torn leather burgundy couch scrolling through his phone looking at the latest sports stats of the Red Sox.

"What's up, man? You ready for another night of bullshit," he said while keeping his eyes focused on his phone.

Rick scanned the area his eyes narrowed as he didn't see their other coworkers belongings anywhere. "Always. Where is Tyreese?"

"He's in the can blowing that bitch up. His lactose intolerant ass had some mac n cheese for lunch now his ass is paying the price."

Rick face twisted at the thought of how much damage Tyreese was doing in the restroom. "Damn. Remind me to put my gas mask on if I have to go in there. "

"Man you know he is going to come outta there and do his Pop's from Friday imitation," Shane said, no longer interested in his phone slid it into the back pocket of his black denim jeans.

"Or maybe IceCube," Rick stated as placed his bag for the night under the abandoned desk in the far corner, "I have a twenty says it'll be IceCube."

"I'll take that bet. I love taking your money from you."

"I don't think so today," Rick smirked as he fished out a water bottle from his bag and drank from it.

"We'll see shithead. Is Chonne working tonight?"

"Yeah but she doesn't come in till 9 tonight."

Rising from the couch Shane walks over to the floor length mirror that is on the wall next to the desk. He runs his fingers through his short dark curls and picked at pieces of lint on his white Sanctuary embroidered polo shirt. He glanced in the direction of Rick who was switching from his cowboy boots to his black steel-toed work boots. "You know the boss is tired of you beating up his paying customers."

"Yeah I know, but those fuckers need to keep their hands to themselves," he grumbled.

"Man, it's her job."

Rick sighed as he tied his last lace and pulled his dark blue denim pants leg over his shoe and stood to his full height to face his friend. "Yeah it is, but it's not their job to touch her. Why are you grilling me anyway? It's a no-touch policy here, and that includes cocktail waitresses."

"Yeah but we're not supposed to be busting folks in their nose."

"He was a big dude! I had to do something before he stomped me into the ground."

"Man you know me and Ty got your back ...but can you at least try to chill out tonight."

"Yeah man yeah, I will," Rick understood why his friend was worried. Ever since his longtime girlfriend started working at the club, he had been acting like a jealous maniac. Men have always looked at his girl, nothing new there, in fact he was proud that he had a woman that looked like her to call his. It was just one of the things you had to deal with when you were with the finest woman in town, but this was different. It was easy to ignore the leering looks that most sent her way, and if he saw them, he would make sure they saw him so they wouldn't step out of line. At the club though, the men were more bold and aggressive when they were full of that liquid courage. Many a night saw him throwing a patron out the front door for just attempting to touch her, and it only got worse as time had gone by.

"Cool. Let's go help T-Dog and Glenn set up for the night," Shane said as he pulled Rick into a half awkward shoulder hug before attempting to slide his arm up over his shoulders to put him into a headlock. Rick knew the move was coming so he easily broke free of the simple move and pushed Shane out of the area and headed to the central club area.

Sanctuary was a two-story industrial styled venue. The lower main area consisted of 2 main bars that each had a small dancer platform 10 feet in front of it. The girls would gyrate and bounce as patrons got their drinks. Each bar was illuminated in a butter yellow color with a smooth, glossy bar counter. The high backed button tufted leather booths had yellow illuminated center tables. The second level consisted of a small game room area where once a month a poker tournament was held. There was a small bar to serve the usually small crowd that ventured up there and 5 pool tables. Sanctuary was far from classy, but it wasn't trashy either. It was a nice in-between mix. Rick and Shane walked to the main bar where T-Dog and Glenn were stocking the shelves with liquor and beer for the evening.

"What's up, guys? Ready for another memorable night," Glenn said. He was smiling from ear to ear.

Shane inclined his head as he studied the young man, "Why are you always so damn cheerful when you work?"

Glenn shrugged his shoulder at the question before lowering his gaze as he continued filling the condiment containers, "I like my job. Is that such a bad thing."

T-Dog scoffed loudly from the other end of the bar, "Man quit lying. He only likes it because Maggie works tonight and he can drool over her from behind the bar." All of the men laughed at the jest while Glenn's face turned two shades of red.

Rick stepped behind the bar to help as Shane remained on the other side leaning against the bar with his cell phone out again.

"I thought we were supposed to be helpin'," Rick said as he bent to grab a rack of glasses to hang.

"I am helping…helping to supervise you fuckers. Now hurry the hell up and get this shit done."

The sound of a toilet flushing could be heard echoing in the entryway next to the bar that lead to the restrooms followed by the familiar sound of air freshener being sprayed. In the next minute, Tyreese emerged from the side hallway with the air freshener can in his hand.

"Oh damn man I don't know what I was thinking of eating that macaroni and cheese, but I just can't say no to my momma's cooking," Tyreese chuckled as he pushed his shirt back into his dark work pants.

T-Dog's face scrunched up in disgust at his friend's odd ability to always destroy the bathroom before a shift, "Damn man your ass is funky."

Rick and Shane eyed each other waiting to see who would win the day's bet.

"Whatever. I came out feeling about ten pounds lighter," Tyreese chuckled as he grabbed his belt and pulled at the waistline of his pants.

Shane cursed under his breath. Rick rubbed his hands together as he eyed his friend. "Pay up!" he boomed.

"Here. I hope you choke on it." Shane slapped the crumpled bill onto the counter.

"Oh, I will don't you worry," Rick smirked as he retrieved the twenty and smoothed it out. To egg the situation on he held the bill up to the nearest light pretending to check its authenticity. To which Shane gave him the middle finger.

Glenn looked between the two, confused as to what just occurred, "Wait, what happened?"

A few hours later

Sanctuary's doors open at 11am but the real crowd usually didn't start coming in till around 5pm. That's when all of the suits and blue collars were finally off work. Many wanted to have a little visual stimulation before they went home to their wives.

"Rick! Get your ass in my office. Now!"

Rick cursed under his breath as the booming voice of his boss came over his earpiece. Negan, the owner of the club, had a reputation for being a take-no-shit type of boss. Word was that he used to be the leader of a biker gang called the Saviors back in the day but was forced to retire for family reasons. People have asked, but he would never reveal what those reasons were. Rick walked into the small office that was located on the second floor situated away from the crowds. There was a massive worn out black leather sofa that took up one side of the room, but Rick didn't dare sit on it. There was no telling how many different bodily fluids that had been deposited on it. He stood in front of the desk waiting for Negan to finish up with whatever he was doing. Rick recognized this as Negan's trademark wannabe Jedi Mind Trick designed to make a person sweat as they awaited the whims of the supreme boss' wishes. He'd leave you standing there wondering what the hell is going on before he dropped the hammer down on you. Rick didn't buy into this bullshit tactic because he already knew why Negan wanted to see him. Rick casually let his eyes roam the covered office walls to take in all of the pictures of Negan with famous customers who have come into the club. By famous it meant C and D list actors who barely had a pot to piss in or who were famous around the time of Jesus.

Ricks attention returned to Negan as he heard the squeaking of his desk chair as he leaned back.

"Ricky Dicky Grimes. What's happening, brother? You doin alright?" Negan gave Rick his famous shit-eating smile. Rick hated that smile. You never knew what was behind it and he knew that Negan was a sick SOB who enjoyed toying with people.

Rick let his eyes wander around the office again before responding, as he couldn't stand looking directly into Negan's face. The man with his fake bravado and slick lying eyes, always seemed to grind against Ricks' nerves, "Yeah. Yeah, I am. What's up with you?"

"Nothin my man just chillin counting my money and lovin on my women."

"Cool," Rick said. He tried to keep his indifferent tone from showing, but he knew it was written all over his face.

"So the reason I called you back is, I see your girl Michonne is working tonight. Right?"

"Yeah, she is."

"Right. So here's my problem. I've noticed a pattern. When you both work at the same time, there is always an increase in the number of fights in the club. Do you know why that is?" Negan leaned forward on his desk and steepled his long fingers together.

"No, I don't."

"Really… you sure because I think you know damn well why," That shit eating grin was back as Negan laughed heartily.

Rick did not respond.

"Look I know she's your girlfriend. Who by the way is sexy as hell," Negan arched his eyebrows as he smirked at Rick. "Now don't get your panties in a bunch. I'm just complimenting you on your taste. If I were a little younger, I would grab a handful of that… but I'm getting off topic."

Ricks jaw tightened as he placed his arms behind his back to keep from lunging across the desk and choking this smug asshole to death.

"Now I want to make this clear as fucking Mississippi mud. Stop fucking with my money. If you can't learn to control your fucking jealous monster, I'm gonna have to let your ass go. We only fuck a motherfucker up if they are getting out of hand. Not if they are talking or just looking at your girl." Negan leaned back in his chair placing his right hand at the back of his head as he used his left to scratch at his salt and pepper beard. "Have Shane or Tyreese follow her around for the night so you can actually do what I'm fucking paying you to do. Capisce."

Rick nodded his head and then turned to leave the office.

Rick headed back downstairs, his steps heavy against the floor as he cursed under his breath again and again. Once he made it back the front entrance where Shane was scrolling through his phone again.

"What was that all about?" Shane questioned.

"I have to keep it together, or he's gonna fire me."

"Shit man, how're you going to do that? I told you months ago you shouldn't have told Michonne about the job, but your ass didn't want to listen now look atcha."

"Yeah I know, but I got this. I need this job. So tonight can you keep an eye on her, and I'll take the private area."

"You got it, buddy."

The front door opened and the bright glare of the day blazed into the dark room. The sounds of the passing afternoon traffic echoed in the entrance hallway. The three figures of Michonne, Andrea, and Maggie arrived on a wave giggles and idle chatter amongst themselves as they sauntered down the dark hall.

"Hey boys," said Maggie as she passed. The young brunette was wearing an all-black full bodysuit with a bleach splattered blue cropped top and a pair of black fur slippers.

"What's up fuck face," said Andrea to Shane who gave her the finger. The blonde had her long hair pinned up in pink rollers. She wore a 'PINK' cream-colored t-shirt dress with matching colored sandals.

"I know you wish you could," she retorted as she slapped her barely covered ass. The sassy move didn't produce the effect she had hoped for though as Shane brows wrinkled in confusion as he watched the derrière lacking woman walk away.

"Hey, sweetie," Michonne sing sang to Rick placing a chaste kiss to his smooth face.

"Hey, babe. Why are you here so early?"

"Rosita got sick, so she asked me to cover her shift. I already cleared it with Negan."

Rick cursed inwardly as he now knew why Negan had pulled him into the office for his little talk, "That's cool. Did you bring your clothes?"

"I'm wearing them," she said matter of factly.

Rick grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed her away a bit as he stared at her so-called clothes. She had on a yellow cropped football jersey with Sanctuary logo in bold black emblazoned across the front with her matching yellow boyshort shorts. Her smooth flat belly was exposed, and he could see that if she raised her arms over her head, anyone watching would get a nice peek at the yellow bra she was wearing and her white thigh high boots.

"Where's the rest of it?"

Michonne waved her hand dismissing his silly question "Boy stop. This is what I normally wear." Rick knew that was true, but he always acted like he was seeing her in her uniform for the first time. It was their little routine that although seemed harmless still belied Rick's distaste for the skimpy "uniform" she had wear.

Rick slid his finger along the leg of the shorts trying to tug the fitting fabric down further. "You don't have any longer shorts you can wear?"

Michonne swatted his hands away and took a step back out of his reach temporarily, "Rick stop. Look I don't want any trouble out of you tonight. I need to earn my tips. Remember we're trying to take the kids to the waterpark next weekend. So lock that little green monster up for the night. Please." Her brown orbs stared hard into his blue ones silently pleading with him to behave. He nodded his head. His bubbling impatience beginning to lessen as he remembered what Negan said earlier.

"Yeah. Yeah, I will. Shane will be up front, and I'll be working the back."

"Awesome. Thanks, Shane."

"No problem. Anything to keep my handsome face intact," Shane mumbled, still focused intently on his phone. His fingers methodically swiping to the left and his facial expression changed with each swipe.

Michonne scoffed "There is nothing handsome about you with your shitty attitude you manchild."

Shane glanced up from his phone and placed a hand over his heart with fake hurt in his voice, "Oh, that is so cold and wrong."

"Whatever. Are you still coming with us next weekend?"

"Yep."

"Are you bringing Enid? Carl won't stop bugging me about it."

"Yeah, she will be there but don't think I won't toss his little ass if he tries something with my niece."

"Uhm I guess you forgot who his mama is. Don't try me about my baby," Michonne snatched Shane's phone out of his hand holding it out of his reach as she eyed him.

"Oh sorry," he said sarcastically snatching his phone back from her grip.

Michonne in her best Katt Williams voice, "Don't be sorry Hoe, Be careful."

Rick chuckled as Michonne gave him a firm final kiss before heading to the back to finish getting ready for her shift. Her ample cheeks filled out the boy shorts almost beyond capacity. Each cheek bouncing as she stepped confidently across the floor. Rick ran his fingers through his hair as he groaned.

Shane whistled "Man… it looks like you are gonna need to find another job brother, cause your ass is going to get fired tonight."

A/N: Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this. There is only one more chapter go and it will be posted soon. Savage Rick is on his way. Reviews are appreciated