Sammy is working at Spangles now. I swear if our parents knew what we are up to, they would literally kill us. Spangles is my very first job as so for Sammy as well. We have not had to work our entire lives. Our families are very well off, and we have always been taken care of. The only reason I ever went through business school is because my father wants me to take over the family business one day.
We are standing at the bar, busy getting ready for our shift tonight when I see Sammy turn her face to me in horror. “I have asked Bruno not to let the boys in.”
“Let me guess; he let them in?”
“Yes, Johno is sitting in VIP. He is alone…for now.”
“And we are the only ones on shift tonight.”
“How convenient”
“Are you going to be okay?”
“Hey, if I want to buy those shoes, then I have to be.”
But just as I think I am in the clear tonight, I was as he walks over to the VIP section, “Oh, fuck! Now Josh is here.”
“Bruno is dead!”
Mike is smiling at us and pointing to VIP. “Remind me to kick Mike’s ass as well,” I grunt as we walk over to their table.
“Evening guys, what can I get you to drink?”
Johno cocks his head at Sammy and looks at her with a confused look on his face. “Do you also work here now?”
I immediately snap at him, “None of your business. The lady asked you what you want to drink.”
Sammy gives Johno a good once-over, “I would serve you poison, but I think I will get fired.”
But Josh is not faced at all and continues to talk as if nothing of last night happened, “I have been sending you messages, Pumpkin.”
“My phone is broken; I guess it is from your messages.”
“Please sit down and have a drink with us.” Josh insists.
“I don’t associate with manwhores.” I huff at him. “I’d rather have hell freeze over.”
Sammy steps closer with the tray of shooters, “Now you have wasted eight minutes. What would the Chippendales like to drink?” She pauses for a brief moment and have a look at the other tables, “I see that table of ladies staring; maybe you should join them.”
“You can sit on their laps,” I say to Josh as he tries to pull me closer.
Then, Sammy spins on her heels, “Times up. Have a lovely evening, gentleman. We need to move on.”
We giggle as we leave the table, “That felt good!”
I see Mike asking us over to the bar. Two of the other shooter girls leave to serve the floor.
I look at Sammy confused, “I thought it was only us working tonight?”
She nods at me, “We not going to be that busy tonight?”
But it seems that Mike has something else planned, “Table three in VIP wants a round. You girls better behave. They are very good customers.” Mike hands us more bottles of tequila and JD and sends us off. “They have bought your time tonight. Unless you need the ladies, do not even think of leaving that table.”
In all my time here, I have never taken to notice of the table numbers. I really hope these guys aren’t a bunch of creeps…Finally, finding table three…These guys are a bunch of creeps!
Sammy throws her hands up into the air, “You gotta be fucking kidding me!”
I only but grunt and while looking at Josh in the eyes, “I am strangling Mike right after I strangle these two.”
“You can’t do that, pumpkin,” Josh says as he looks at me with a wicked smile.
“Nice!” I start. “A bunch of manwhore strippers has bought our assess. Don’t I feel like a hooker now!”
“Sit down, please,” Josh asks as he tries to pull me closer.
“I will stand to thank you.”
“The whole night.”
“Yes.”
Sammy is such a traitor! She is sitting next to Johno!
“Sammy, you not doing that.”
“What?”
“Sitting next to that.”
Josh only but chuckles at me. “Becca, just sit down, please.”
“I will but not next to you; I don’t know where your hands have been tonight.”
There is silence around the table when Sammy finally speaks, “Let’s have a drink, Becca.”
“Yes,” I agree. “Maybe they will pass out before us so that we can leave.”
Sammy only but smiles as she goes to pour the shooters, “So you guys know the rules, hey?”
“Yes,” Johno says, “Your dreaded three-shooters rule?”
“That one exactly!” I say.
“You won’t outlast us.” Josh confidently adds.
“Just shut up,” I snap at him. “We have heard it before.”
We all have a round of shooters. Pouring the guys, a little bit more than ours
“Don’t think I don’t see that,” Johno says
“What?” Sammy asks.
“You know what,” Johno points over to the shooter glasses.
“Oh, my boobs,” Sammy only but giggles. “I did not think you would be staring at these, seeing that you see so many of them a night.”
“So I am really curious.” I start as I look at Josh deep in those goddamn brown eyes. “How many women do you touch in ONE night?”
“How many men touch you in one night?” He asks.
“I don’t take my clothes off for them,” I add.
The night continues with back and forth banter. I was in the middle of telling Josh how unattractive his naked ass was when I noticed that Sammy is gone…and so it, Johno.
“That traitor!” I blurt out at a surprised Josh.
“What?”
“Sammy! I did not know she is so desperate for a wedding date!”
“What is a wedding date?”
“That is when a girl takes a guy with her when there is a wedding. You ever have one of those in your stripping career?”
“You are so cute when you are cross.”
“Urgh! You are such a creep!”
I am waiting for Josh to come to me and do what he told me he would do when I say that…but nothing happens…What is wrong with me
Just then, I get a message from my mom, “Susan from church says her boy is available if you don’t have someone to take to Bev’s wedding.”
I immediately send her a message back, “No thanks, I have someone.”
I turn to Josh.
“Will you please be my date for Bev’s wedding?”