Bright lights pulsate around the club as music deafens the hoards of eager men. Perhaps a little different to working in an office, but it's still a job, which is what not a lot of people can say these days.
I'm parading around in my usual skimpy dress, handing out cocktails and trying to ignore the raunchy stares I am receiving from a few old men. It's nothing I'm not used to. I can handle it.
A long tunnel of light is let into the club, due to a door swinging open, causing everyone to wince at the contrast. The first figure strides in confidently, as if marking his territory while the second stumbles in behind him, not too sure about the whole concept of a strip club.
Slamming the door shut behind them, they take a seat. Another barmaid moves to take their drinks order, but I stop her, choosing the job myself. I can make out that one of the figures is Alex though the other identity remains a mystery to me.
Ridgeley, I move over to the pair, clutching my notepad intensely. They can't hurt me; they can't hurt me, I repeat over and over in my head, only stopping once I reach their table.
"Can I take your order, Alex?" I ask as politely as I can manage without it sounding completely fake.
"Sure, one pretty blonde, big boobs, firm bum," Alex laughs, ogling at me as he reels off absurd lists.
I tighten up, convincing myself that throwing a punch in his direction isn't the best approach. Instead, I turn to the man beside him.
"Charlie?" I blink, taken aback by his presence in such a club.
"Yep, that's me," Charlie mumbles, looking down at the floor. It's such a pitiful sight that I have to restrain myself from going over and hugging him. Surely, physical contact would only make us both more uncomfortable.
"Just a lemonade, please," Charlie requests, trying to break the moment of awkwardness.
"And a vodka shot for me, bitch," Alex slaps my bum, reminding me that he is still there.
My clenched fists take down their orders as quickly as possible before running along back to the bar. Well, it was less of a run and more of a hobble due to the height of my heels.
Turning towards the clock, I realize that I only have half an hour till the end of my shift. That means I only have half an hour to find a place to stay for the night.
Half an hour and the only guys in here that are my age is the creep, Alex and the introvert Charlie. My chest goes tight as I think of Charlie. He is just so different to Alex. Sweet, Kind and definitely not sex obsessed. But I cant have Charlie. He would never want someone like me. So, I guess I'm stuck with Alex again.
When their drinks are ready, I strut over to Alex's table, where I see a stripper giving him a 'little dance'. Although I hate his guts, I am still filled with fury and jealousy.
I wait until she has finished up before honing in on their table. After handing them their drinks, I take the liberty of sitting down beside Alex. Mustering up as sexy an attitude as I can, I squash my breasts up against him and kiss his neck.
"Back to mine?" Alex suggests, responding wonderfully to my actions.
I nod. And it starts all over again.