Billy's Couch

When I woke up, it took me a while to realize where I was…and what had happened. "Oh boy…" I whispered- not meaning to say it out loud. I sat up and looked around. It didn't look like Billy was still around. So I slowly slipped back into my clothes from the day before and headed for the door. I left, realizing I'd have to walk home- but it wouldn't be too far.

I then wondered if Billy was done with me…or if he'd see me again. But then a car pulled up beside me and honked the horn. It was Benny. "Need a ride?"

"Thanks," I admitted. I hopped in the passenger seat and he started off. He looked over at me, a knowing smirk on his face. "No one can ever deny that Billy…" he said.

I looked over at him, "You should try him sometime…he's great," we both laughed. "Though I can say this," Benny continued, "I've never seen Billy look at a girl quite like you…you must be something…"

"Oh…Benny's a little jealous?" I laughed. Benny shrugged, "Am I taking you home, babe?" he asked, needing a direction at the stop light. I nodded, "I should probably shower before my shift tonight, huh?"

The Four Roses

By the time my shift had started I was clean, fresh, and ready to go. I did however find my eyes flickering to the door every time it opened.

I was slightly elated when Billy's crew had entered and took a seat. I served them beer but something seemed wrong. However, I didn't ask. I continued to do my job.

Until, finally, Billy entered. Although my suspicions that something was wrong were only confirmed. Before I knew what was going on, Billy had thrown a glass at the wall and it shattered loudly. The room went quiet.

"I SAID PUT YOUR F*CKING GLASSES UP!" Billy yelled. His crew obeyed. I finally made myself look away. He took a sip, continuing to rip into his crew. He poured the beer onto the floor and slammed that glass down onto the table. He finally took a seat. A few seconds later, they started into a conversation. I'd put the pieces together by then- someone had killed his brother. I had knots in my stomach.

They questioned my fellow waitress- and a crew member's sister and Billy seemed satisfied suddenly. Hoping that the coast was clear enough, I grabbed a rag and went to clean the spilled beer off the floor and pick up the major pieces of glass that could hurt someone.

But while I'd put the rag down and was mopping up the beer, I felt a hand place itself firmly under my chin. I looked up and Billy's blue eyes were staring down at me, "Get up…" he said. Without control over my own body, I obliged. "No girl of mine is going to clean beer off a skanky floor." He said. He pulled me down into his lap, "Boys," he said gruffly, "This 's my girl," he said. "You treat her as such." He ordered. And his orders were obeyed. I suddenly felt like a queen. Sure, a queen with an apron on, that smelled like beer and the most expensive piece of jewelry I owned was my sterling silver charm bracelet, but a queen none the less.

So, I turned and did what my instincts told me to do. I kissed Billy hard on the lips, and he returned, his hand on the back of my neck.