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The red head rushed to get ready after losing all track of time during a particularly steamy snog session. She straightened her hair, put on some make-up and adjusted the clothes she had tried on earlier along with some black pumps that gave her an extra 3 ½" of height. Emily looked at herself in the mirror and she couldn't help but think she looked extremely like Katie from the outfit to the make-up, and even the shoes. She walked from her room to the small living room where the blond was watching X-Factor. "How do I look, Naoms?"
Crystal blue eyes turned from the screen to take in her girlfriend. Her orbs scanned up and down the short form, taking in every curve. "You kind of look like a slag, Ems."
Emily's face faltered slightly. "Would you give me good tips?"
"Fuck yes I would, and I'd be bringing you home for more!" Naomi tried to let her lips curl into a smile but it just didn't feel right for her lover to go out and all but sell herself at a bar to make ends meet.
Emily could see the look on her girlfriends face and hear the tone in her voice. She was trying, but it was obvious she didn't approve. "I've got to get going. I love you." The redhead said softly before pressing a kiss to Naomi's lips. She quickly turned around, putting her phone and keys into her purse and headed out the door.
"I love you too." Naomi whispered as the door closed.
The manager was pretty much eye fucking her as she walked into the bar. It made Emily feel uncomfortable, but she needed the money, quite badly. She didn't want to have to borrow money from her father, or be supported by him in secret. "This better?" The red head gestured to her sexy new outfit.
"Mint babes, downright fuckable," he said with a smile plastered on his face. "Anyway, let's go in the back and go over some rules, yeah?"
The red head of hair nodded and she followed the man into the back of the establishment. It looked like an office of sorts, papers thrown around on the desk along with a phone and a laptop. There was also a huge black safe that looked to need both a combination and a key to get into it. The manager went over a few ground rules like 'always seem available, but never BE available' and 'no boyfriends allowed if they can't behave themselves'. Emily almost laughed out loud at that one. He gave her some tips of the trade and suggestions, told her to always keep a smile on her face and be polite, and then told her to 'go do it'.
She felt grossly unprepared, but still walked from the office. Emily walked to the bar where a kind looking guy who was probably only a few years older than her stood mixing a drink for an already drunk older woman at the bar. "You the new girl then?" he said in a whisper. Emily nodded her head. "It's not bad really, most of the patrons are nice, and they'll tip you well, especially dressed like that." He nodded his dirty blond head toward her outfit and she blushed. "A shy one too, eh? You can definitely work that to your advantage babe. The guys always love a mystery."
For a moment she thought she was going to be sick at what he just said. She didn't have much time to think about it before the guy handed her a drink and nodded to one of the men sitting in the back. "Take this to 'im over there. If you want a good tip from him, make sure to bend forward, he loves him some tits."
Emily knew she was over her head, she couldn't do this. She smiled shyly at the barman before walking toward the man. The man didn't look like a grungy old man, but when she did as she was told and bent forward to give him the drink, his eyes stared at her cleavage. He reached into his back pocket to hand her two bills, "This one is for the drink…" he said handing over one note, "…and this is for that hot rack of yours," he handed her the other.
"Thank you, Sir." She said shyly before turning to walk away. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard; as long as they kept their hands to themselves she could just ignore the snide comments about her body. Once she reached the bar the young man behind it was smiling. "What?"
"I told you it would work. Probably gave you a tenner for a tip, yeah?"
Emily hadn't even looked at what notes the man had given her, but the guy was spot on. She looked at him with a confused expression on her face. "Surely half of this is yours, right, I mean, I just delivered."
"My tip is included in the price of the drink, plus he always gives extra... which means that bit of extra, is all yours, babe."
"Right." She nodded her head a bit before trying to find a place to put her tips.
The dirty blond cleared his throat until Emily looked his way. He put his hand down his shirt through the neck, and his eyebrows rose until the redhead caught on. She blushed and slipped the note into her bra, making sure it wasn't visible.
The night went smoothly, and she got plenty of great tips from a lot of the people who were considered regulars. She sent a text to Naomi at half past two in the morning, letting her know that she would be off in fifteen. "Thank you," she said to the manager on her way out, "Same time tomorrow?" The man simply nodded his head and waived her off as he worked on the numbers for the night.
Naomi was waiting patiently outside the establishment with a cigarette hanging between her lips when Emily walked out. "Going my way, babe?" She teased as she handed her girlfriend a pullover to put on. Once the redhead took the offered piece of clothing she pulled the fag from her lips and smiled, "So, how was your first day?"
"Not bad, actually. Made a good amount in tips. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." They were walking side by side back to Emily's flat and it didn't take long until they were inside. Emily removed the money she had made and set it down on the table.
Naomi's eyes went wide as she counted the bills in her head, "Ems, you made like 200 just in tips?" Blue orbs looked into the coffee tinted ones of her lover, "Guess I'm going into the wrong line of work! Then again, I don't think I have the personality to deal with drunken wankers all night."
"I didn't realize I made so much, and the night went by fairly fast, but I think my feet will be killing me tomorrow. I'm not use to wearing pumps for that long." Emily flipped off her shoes and leaned down to rub her feet that were already beginning to ache.
The blond let her eyes travel along her girlfriend's form, appreciating every curve, every dip, and simply everything about the slight red head. "I could give you a nice rub if you wanted, Ems. You know, after a hard day's work and all."
It's safe to say that Emily got much more than a simple rub down. The blond had started at the girl's aching feet and made her way up her calves, thighs and hamstrings, and then had the redhead flip over and she took care of her back and shoulders. That's just where it started; it ended up as a hot and heavy love making session that lasted well into the wee hours of the morning.
The blond woke up moments before the alarm went to go off and she felt the warm body in her arms snuggle in closer to her. She placed a soft kiss on the exposed shoulder in front of her before extricating her body from her love. "We got to get ready for school, Ems." She looked down lovingly at the girl whose red mane was spread out against the stark white of the pillow, and with the sun coming in through the blinds, the girl look downright angelic. Naomi went about getting ready for class, waiting until the last possible moment to actually force the red head up. "Babe, you really have to get up now."
Emily rolled over and her tired brown orbs opened up to see a fully ready and dressed Naomi. Her eyebrows furrowed before she glanced down at the bedside clock, realizing that her lover was right, she needed to get up. She dragged herself from the bed and moved right into the bathroom for a quick shower. She was out and ready in less than 15 minutes. By the time she was clothed she had a piece of toast and a mug of tea shoved into her hand by the blond. She quickly ate the offered food and swallowed down the tea before she grabbed her girlfriend's hand and they left together.
"How you feeling today, love?"
Emily looked up to her girlfriend with a smile. "I'm a bit tired and my feet are sore, but other than that, I'm good."
"I've missed you, Ems." Katie said to her twin when she walked into the corridor.
Emily looked from her sister over to her girlfriend, a bit surprised by what she had just said, "Sorry, what did you say?" The red head was simply positive that she heard her sister incorrectly.
"Fucking cunt, I miss you, okay?"
Naomi couldn't stifle a laugh, "Good to know you care, Katiekins."
"Fuck off, dyke." The older twin snapped at the blond.
"Shut the fuck up, Katie. Why are you such a bitch?" Emily retorted, pulling the blond closer to her by their joined hands.
Katie groaned in irritation and rolled her eyes. "So when are you coming home? Surely you don't want to stay at Naomi's forever."
Naomi's sapphire orbs looked back and forth from one twin to the other. This was not good, not at all. It was obvious that the oldest Fitch child had no idea that her sister now had her own flat. She looked nervously to Emily who was just about to snap at her sister.
"I'm not coming home, Katie. I'm not welcome there." Emily's voice was almost shaking with anger, but she managed to hold it in just enough to not make a scene. "I'm not planning on ever setting foot in that place again."
Katie heard the finality present in her twin's voice and it felt as if the air was knocked right out of her body. "So you're choosing this fucking cunt over your own family?"
Naomi watched as Emily's eyes twitched and her lips formed a thin angry line across her beautiful face. "More like my family chose to disown me because I love Naomi. Pretty fucked up if you ask me, sister." Emily thought she was done, thought she had said enough, but before she could walk off she was all but screaming at her twin, her voice breaking and going out on her by the end of it all. "You and mum are so wrapped up in yourselves that you couldn't see how unhappy I've been, not until Naomi and I got together. You couldn't care fucking less about my happiness though; the only thing you cared about is how my relationship will affect your pathetic excuse for a life. So you know what, Katie, fuck off and cry to someone who'll put up with your bullshit, because I won't, not anymore."
Katie's jaw was laid on the floor as her twin sister spun on her heel and walked off. She watched Emily grab Naomi's hand and all but pull her shoulder out of the socket as they walked off. Her eyes began to well with tears, but she pushed them away, she couldn't cry, she just couldn't allow her lezza sister to make her cry.
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