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Chapter 8 ['Club Life']
I'm not big compared to the other dancers, yet if you look at me from a size-to-weight ratio then yes, I have a big butt. The mantra for being a server is simple: 'treat others as you would treat yourself'. With me being around the bigger tom-kats, a new tradition has taken root with them. I don't mind it, but apparently rubbing my package is 'good luck'
"It is what it is" I said to my boss
"You're really easygoing" said Barbossa
Today, I was trying out something a little flashier for my simple uniform. I was wearing a metallic copper thong for my shift. After what happened with that Caracal that's now on the 'Banned List' in the break room, I know not all customers are bad. There are good ones that can be reasoned with. I gave a whiskey to a kind and well-aged Irish Wolfhound.
"Can I touch it?" he asked me
"You know how it is" I reminded him
"You're a good pup, Nico" he said, and slipped the payment on the side-strap of my thong. That old hound is named Maxwell, and he actually prefers the more formal form of his name instead of being called 'Max'. An old 'grey and gay' trucker, Maxwell is a good regular at the club "you alright after dealing with that big kat?" he asked me out of a concern
"I'm fine, I can take care of myself" I replied looking back at him with a reassuring grin. I'm not ashamed to admit it, but I've had a 'good time' with the old hound. It was in the sleeper of his semi-truck. He unzipped his jeans, and I gave him the pleasure of stripping me. I simply went down on him. It's nothing all that eventful, but it was totally worth it
"How're you doing?" asked Ritchie
"Good, good" I replied to Ritchie
"I'll be honest, he's the most jacked old-timer I've ever seen, you don't expect that from someone his age" said Ritchie, he does prove a point. You don't see many old hounds in their sixties with that kind of muscle. From my sessions with him, Maxwell is ravenous when he unbuttons and unzips my shorts, but Maxwell is gentle when he pulls them down
"I worry sometimes" I stated to Ritchie
"About what?" Ritchie questioned
"Barbossa" I replied, Ritchie grinned
"I mean, with all the attention I'm getting, I worry he's going to get jealous, and the new good luck charm isn't helping" I explained to cheetah bartender. Ritchie lightly ruffled the top of my head and grinned back. he had that look on his muzzle to reassure me that everything is alright. I felt like there was going to be a talk, and a new chance to learn.
"Nico, there's a difference between selling yourself and the 'Club Life', selling yourself means that you don't care, you don't care who you do it with, you just care about the trail of cash, the 'Club Life' is different, you get to know the patron, you talk to them, hear their stories, and then...if they want a good time and trust them, then you give it to them"
"Thanks" I smiled graciously to him
"If you need help just ask" said Ritchie
"I will" I said, looking back at him
Ritchie gave me a light swat as I went with the spray bottle and a small towel. I went to wipe down the tables as that is routine with my job. Maxwell was enjoying his drink and looked to me with a grin. I grinned back. I could feel his eyes following me, but I did not feel threatened by him. Knowing he's checking me out, I waggled my 'eye-spots' to him
"He likes you" said Ritchie with a purr
"I know" I replied "it's my butt, isn't it?"
The handsome and bigger cheetah bartender reached down slowly stroking down my chest and touching my package with a purr "Not you too" I sighed turning my brown eyes up at him, and feigning annoyance. I giggled lightly as he gave it a little squeeze. At least Ritchie is not getting inside my thong, then I would put a foot down. He's playing safe.
"Look, just don't make it an excuse into making you think the world revolves around you" Ritchie warned me, I smiled in understanding to his wise words and nod a firm single nod "good pup" he smiled back and ruffled the top of my head "go get 'em, Bubble Butt" he smirked with a paw touching my butt, and gently stroking up my back. I do like that.
"You okay Boss?" I asked the big panther
"I'm alright, and you?" he questioned back
"I just wanted to check on you" I replied
"You're a sweetie, Nico" said Barbossa, stroking the top of my head and giving me a kiss near the temple on my right side while I went to sit on a barstool nearest to him "some good things in life are meant to be shared, even if said good things are of the flesh" I purred and shivered in delight feeling his slow fingernails tickle-scratch me down my back.
"You're very poetic" I said in a hush
"You like it don't you?" Barbossa purred
I am very quite well-read when it comes to all the arts. I remember looking at an old book detailing the works of Wilhelm Von Gloeden, and seeing one of his photographs titled 'Two Boys Recline on a Terrace'. I thought to myself that if I lived in that time period, I would be a model. I like how the resting nude model in the foreground is built just like me