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Upon my arrival at the bar, Lola walks over to me and hands me a round tray. She informs me that various clean glasses are already on the tables and that Ashley will replenish them throughout the night. I just had to pick up the dirty ones and bring them back here. She tells me that Ashley will be up on stage in about an hour and to pay attention in case it's my turn to sing.
So I start walking around and ask people if they want to buy vodka or scotch from me. I decide to start by the booths and to do the tables later. It's actually so easy to sell shots: I just finished going to every booth and I must have close to two hundred dollars worth of tips as far as I counted. Now, time to take care of the tables.
I eventually get close to Cartman's table and notice him chatting with a smitten looking Annie. I guess fat ass likes gingers now all of a sudden, who would have guessed? I don't trust that girl to be honest: I don't understand why she was so rude to me. I'm also irritated at the fact that she's talking to him and I don't know why, but it just pisses me off. Unless... Wow! This is not funny.
I think I have a crush on my nemesis. Why else would I feel like this? For fucks sake, he kissed my hand and he was so sensual... It felt fucking amazing, and that Annie chick is way too close to him for my liking. I'm jealous of her and I will make her back off from my Nazi.
I know just how to get her away from him. It's time to put on some big girl pants.
I make my way to his table, swaying my hips and biting my bottom lip. He notices me and I can see him take his eyes off that Annie girl and rest them on me instead. I arrive at my destination and put my tray down on the table, sort of moving Annie out of the way by scooping her with my ass. I notice the glasses on his table are all clean, which means Annie didn't even sell him anything: it puts a devious smile on my lips.
"Hi Eric, would you like some scotch or some vodka?" I ask him as sensually as I could.
He smiles at me, never breaking his gaze.
"Why yes Ivy, I would very much like to have some scotch and I would love you to have some with me." He says, briefly resting a hand on mine while grabbing his wallet from his pocket with the other one. He pulls out a fifty and puts it on the table.
I search my fanny pack for change but I get interrupted by Cartman's hand again.
"Please keep the change." He says as his golden sparks dance in his eyes.
Those God damned eyes! This God damned boy! Since when is he so nice? When did he suddenly become the most handsome guy on Earth? Maybe the fact that he is extremely well dressed had a role to play, but my chest seemed to catch fire whenever these mysterious hazel irises met my gaze, almost piercing my soul.
He then turns towards Annie, and shoos her away.
"Don't you have work to do or something?" He adds.
Annie gives me the death stare. I pour our drinks and Cartman signals me to take the seat across from his to which I duly comply. Cartman grabs his glass and lifts it.
"A toast to the annoying ginger leaving. Thanks, I owe you one!" He says as he clinks his glass to mine.
He was actually pleasant to hang out with. I can't get over how attracted I am to him right now. He usually dresses like a bum at school, and right now I witness how stylish is truly is: he is wearing a red and slightly shimmery trim cut shirt, a dark brown suede blazer, dark slim fit jeans and brown loafers.
"To first times." I add, taking a sip.
This shit is vile and I almost choke. As I start coughing, I see the fat ass burst in laughter. As my coughing subsides, I just glare at him. He may have acted nice earlier, but I see now that his still the ass hole I've known my whole life. His laughter subsides and he gives me that weird look again.
"What?" I ask him with a hint of irritation in my voice.
"Ivy, I meant no disrespect. I just thought of something awesome, that's all." He says "I know that you can't leave my table until your drink is finished and I thought it would be awesome to have you to myself all night long." He adds looking down to his lap.
My heart skips a beat. I feel the familiar burn on my cheeks as they turn red and the butterflies are back in my stomach. That's the nicest thing he has ever said to me. But he thinks I'm Ivy. It's like Ivy has him wrapped around her finger. This could be really bad if he ever finds out the truth: he'd certainly kill me.
"So, why would you want to spend the night with me?" I ask him with another wild smile on my face as I pick up my glass and bring it to my lips again.
"You just remind me of someone I really care for." He replies, taking his eyes off of the table and resting them on mine.
I take a sip without choking: I actually like the taste of it this time around. I like the way it burns as it goes down.
"Who is she?" I ask him, my voice raspier than my normal falsetto.
I feel jealousy sting me in the guts again. I take another sip.
"He's everything to me." He replies.
I almost spit the scotch out of my mouth. Was Cartman admitting he was gay? Sure, he never showed interest in girls since the fourth grade, but Cartman? Gay? Really? Although judging by the way he looks at Ivy, he's probably bisexual.
"You heard right" he adds with a smile "You're the first girl who ever made me feel this way."
Ok. This is fucked up. At this point, I know for fact that he didn't recognize me. He would never admit to me that he is gay. I start thinking of which boy he's making a reference to. I want to know more. I take another sip.
"Alright, who is he? What's his name" I ask him as a twirl the few drops still left in my glass of scotch.
He looks at me incredulously. He then lowers his eyes down to the table again.
"I've known him all my life, and he hates me. I'm not a good person, Ivy. I torment him all the time and I totally understand why he hates me the way he does." He says sounding a hundred percent sincere.
Is he talking about me? If it is me he's referring too, it would be the funniest and most fucked up thing I've ever heard: a Nazi in love with a Jew. But I realize I'm no better because I'm a Jew with a growing crush on a Nazi, which is worst. This is the most fucked up situation I've ever been in. Unless he actually figured it out and he's just toying with me, but I think that's unlikely.
I quickly gulp the meagre remains of my drink.
"Why do you do it then?" I ask.
Cartman is about to reply when we hear a voice on the microphone: it's Ashley. Everyone in the room, the two of us included, turn our attention to her. This is my queue to get ready. As I grab the empty glasses on the table, Cartman rests his hand on mine for the third time.
"Because I love him." He says as his golden eyes penetrated mine.
His words take my breath away. He is talking about me. He torments me because he loves me. He wants my attention and he knows that whenever he does something bad or reckless, he gets it. It all makes sense now.
"Good night everyone! Welcome to Vatican!" Ashley says as everyone cheers.
"For the first timers out here, you probably noticed the coloured cards on your tables: each card represents one of our lovely shot girls. They will all sing a song for you. Once all of them will be done singing, there will be a vote for tonight's favourite. Once she is chosen, you will be able to bid on her. The winner will have the privilege of spending the rest of the night with her." She adds while patrons clap and howl.
"Represented by the black card, give it up for Chastity who will sing E.T by Katy Perry" She concludes as she claps and gets off the stage.
Chastity then walks on stage as the music starts playing and she starts singing.
I'm impressed! Chastity totally mails her song. As she bows, the crowd is going crazy for her.
I had picked up the empty glasses and had brought them back to the bar, leaving Cartman behind. I couldn't stop thinking about what he said. This is so messed up: what is he doing here? How is he so close to Tony?
Lola took my belt along with my two bottles and told me to wait until I was called to the stage, so I get to enjoy the show for a bit. I sat at a bar stool, facing the stage. I feel a little nervous because Chastity knows how to move her body while I have no coordination. Which reminds me that tomorrow is dancing night. Shit!
Ashley walks back to the stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen, that was Chastity represented by the black card. Up next, represented by the red card, Annie will sing one way or another by Blondie. Give it up for her!"
The crowd cheers once again.
Annie may be a total bitch, but her voice is fantastic. She doesn't dance as well as Chastity, but with a voice like hers, who cares about how well you dance. She stares at Cartman during her entire performance. I wish I could see his reaction.
Mia comes to sit next to me and taps me on the shoulder.
"I saw the way the Eric and you were staring at each other: the attraction between the two of you were palpable. Why do you think Annie flipped?" She starts as she pats me on the shoulder and gives me a wide grin.
"It sucks for Annie, but he never showed any interest in her. Don't skip an opportunity at being happy because of what other people think: that would be dumb." She continues as she smiles at me.
"She's jealous, you know. She has tried to hook up with Eric many times and was always shut down. He seems to really appreciate you. Go for it, girl!" She concluded nodding her head in a sign of approval.
I had guessed right. I look at her and smile.
Annie's song finishes and Ashley is back on the stage.
"That was Annie, represented by the red card. Mia, represented by the white card, is up next and will sing us girl, you'll be a woman soon by Urge Overkill. Give her some love!"
"Well, looks like it's my turn." Mia says getting up.
As she makes her way on stage, the crowd claps and howls.
She is so hot and sensual. I bet anything that she's going to win. I'm really nervous now. Her voice is good and she looks stunning. On top of it, she totally picked the right song for herself.
As she finishes her song and bows, the crowd goes wild. Ashley walks back on stage.
"Represented by the white card, that was Mia! Next, Christa will sing I will survive by Gloria Gaynor. She is represented by the blue card. Everyone, give it up for her!"
The crowd cheers once more as Christa walks on stage and starts singing. Out of all the girls so far, she is the one with the dullest voice, but she dances like a queen. She makes Chastity look like a bitch! She finishes her song and walks off stage as Ashley comes back on. I realize it's going to be my turn. God help me.
"That was Christa represented by the blue card! Our last but not least contestant is represented by the green card and will sing take a bow by Madonna. Tonight is her first night amongst the sisters of Vatican. Ladies and gentlemen, let's give Ivy a proper welcome."
The crowd cheers as I get closer to the stage. My heart is pounding. I feel like I need to take a massive shit. Yes, the stage fright is back. The scotch made my knees a little weak and is really not helping my case. As I walk on stage, Ashley hands me the microphone. I look at the crowd. I look at Cartman who is staring at me with a slanted smile. As the music starts playing, the crowd claps.
I know I can't dance for my life, so I stand in front of the podium and start swaying my body sensually. I notice Cartman's smile grow bigger and that makes me happy. Tonight, I will sing for him.
Take a bow, the night is over.
I sing with the sexiest voice I can emit. I am in front of the podium basically rubbing my ass against it, rocking the microphone stand. My eyes are resting on Cartman and he stares at me with his jaw dropped. A little more, and he's practically drooling.
Make them laugh, it comes so easy.
I see Cartman reach for the green card. Take that Annie! I keep swaying sensually and waving at the crowd. I hear a bunch of guys in the back howl as I sing.
All the world is a stage and everyone has their part.
But how was I supposed to know which the story'd go.
How was I to know you'd break my heart.
I placed my hand on my forehead and arched my back as much as I could over the podium for that last passage. I hear the crowd howling and whistling. I slowly straighten my back to go back to a vertical position, resuming my gaze towards my nemesis.
I've always been in love with you.
I guess you've always known.
At that point, I blow out a kiss in Cartman's direction. I he's as turned on as me.
You took my love for granted why? Oh, why?
The show is over, say goodbye.
Say goodbye
As I deliver the last lyrics from the song, the crowd becomes hysterical. I can hear them chant Ivy! Ivy! Ivy! Holy shit! I nailed it!
Ashley walks back on the stage and I hand her the microphone before heading back to the bar.
"Ladies and gentlemen, that was Ivy represented by the green card. I hope you enjoyed the entertainment. It's time to vote. Here's the recap: Chastity, the black card, with E.T by Katy Perry. Annie, the red card, with one way or another by Blondie. Mia, the white card, with girl, you'll be a woman soon by Urge Overkill. Christa, the blue card, with I will survive by Gloria Gaynor and Ivy, the green card, with take a bow by Madonna. Ladies and gentlemen, cast you vote!"
All the patrons hold up their cards. I can't believe it: there were a few black and blue cards, but people mostly voted for Mia, Annie and me. But I had a more than the two of them combined. Holy crap! I win on my first night!
"And the winner is Ivy! Ivy, come back up here! Congratulations, girl! Let the bidding commence."
As I make my way back to the stage, I hear patrons bidding for my company. The first offer was a hundred dollars and by the time I step on the stage, it's at a thousand bucks. These people are nuts if you ask me: who the heck blows that much money on a shot girl?
"Two thousand" Cartman says.
Huh? I look over, and he has a stack of bills in his hands. Where the heck did Cartman get two grand?
The bid rises to five thousand. It's between Cartman and an old pervy looking dude.
"Six thousand" Cartman says again, holding cash in his hand.
How does he have so much money and where does it come from?
The crowd goes silent.
"Six thousand once, six thousand twice, six thousand trice. Congratulations! You may come get her"
Cartman gets up with a grin, a big stack of cash in his hands and walks over to the stage. He hands the money to Ashley and then turns to me and grabs my hand. Butterflies swarm in my stomach once again. He looks at me dead in the eyes once more as he takes my hand to his lips and plants another kiss on them. The butterflies intensify. The crowd cheers, except for probably the old pervert and Annie: maybe the two of them will hook up. That thought makes me chuckle. Without breaking our gaze, he picks me up bridal style and makes his way back to his table.
What the fuck is going on? This isn't right: we're supposed to hate each other, but right now I'd do anything to actually kiss him. I can't stop looking at his eyes: I am completely hypnotized by the gold flakes dancing in them. He brings me to his table and delicately sits me down across from his chair. As nervous as I feel, I am enjoying every single second of this. He takes his seat and raises his hand. Ashley spots us and quickly makes her way to us.
"Congratulations to the two of you. What can I get you? This one is on the house." She exclaimed with a wide smile.
"It'll be another Glenfiddick twelve for me please" Cartman orders.
"Same here please" I reply, looking at Ashley's super sized smile as she leans in to whisper something to me.
"He really likes you. Have fun, hun!"
She then takes her leave towards the bar, looking back at us and giving us thumbs up.
"What did she say to you?" Cartman enquires as he raises an eyebrow.
"Something about you liking me." I respond in a honey voice, raising an eyebrow too.
"I said I owed you one, didn't I?" He replies dryly.
"Huh?" I don't get it. My heart sinks.
"When you came up before and made that dumb ginger bitch leave, I told you I owed you one. We are even now." He says with the same dry tone he used before.
"There you go." That was Ashley putting our drinks before us as Cartman pulls ten bucks out of his wallet to tip her.
As she takes the bills, she looks at me and winks.
Fuck off Cartman! I was so happy moments ago. I raise my glass to him: if he's going to be an ass, I'll be a bitch.
"To that guy you have a crush on!" I say sarcastically as I clink my glass to his.
I look at him. He gives me another slanted smile and puts his glass to his lips. I do the same. We stare at each other as we sip on our drinks.
"Dear God you're just like him! So damn sneaky." He finally says his eyes narrowing on mine.
I bring the glass back to my lips. He does the same. We've been staring at each other for so long that my eyes start to hurt from the lack of blinking. What the fuck am I doing?
"So, does that guy have a name?" I ask him, finally breaking the most intense staring contest I've ever experience is my life.
"Enough about him: I paid to spend time with you, not with a FBI agent." He replies taking my hand and squeezing it.
Alright, that was fair enough: he did pay over six thousand dollars on me. I still think that whole being even thing is bullshit though. To spend that much money, he must really fucking like Ivy, but then again he admitted to me that he has a crush on some dude I remind him of.
"What about never having felt this way about a girl?" I ask, truly curious.
"What I meant is that I want to bend you over this table and fuck you until you can't walk anymore." He replies as he takes his glass to his lips once again.
"What?" I gasp.
That would be so hot. I imagine my nemesis pressing my head against the table as he pounds the living hell out of my tight little ass. My underwear feel tighter all of a sudden. I'm going to need a cold shower.
"You heard me, Ivy: I want to bend you over this table and fuck you until your legs give out. I want to hear you scream my name at the top of your lungs" He says, as he twirls whatever little scotch is left in his glass with a raised eyebrow, a slanted smile and his eyes staring deep into mine.
My eyes grow wider and my dick grows bigger. Good thing I'm sitting down: I have a raging hard on while I'm staring into the golden eyes of my nemesis turned crush.
"Do you want to do the same thing to that special guy of yours?" I ask with tremor in my voice.
"God damn it Ivy! You ask way too many questions." He says as he polishes off his drink and slams his glass down.
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