Lilith
I thought getting a job at the nightclub would erase my sadness. I was wrong.
Fuck!
I should have listened to Daphne, but I chose my will, and now I couldn’t back out.
Worst of all, I looked like a doll on display.
“Those men won’t hesitate to eat you up, new girl!”
The words that the other waitress told me echoed in my ear.
Fear clouded me, and I knew tonight was going to be ugly.
I wish I could do away with this silly costume and run to the warmth of my apartment, but it was too late.
The customers were anticipating the ‘new girl’, Elizabeth’s replacement.
Taking a look at the costume I got clad in, I couldn’t help but gasp in bewilderment.
I was unrecognizable!
Everything was done in a rush, including the makeover, as they didn’t want to keep the customers waiting.
Since they weren’t the patient type, waiting could provoke them.
Tonight’s dress code was a waitress’ outfit. I was clad in a black waitress uniform that had a corset.
A white apron was tied to my waist, and a black choker was fixed on my neck. Below the mini gown, was a short flare that looked like a skirt. It was attached below the corset. Some tiny white lace designs were wired around it to give it a goth appearance, except that it was in a sexy way.
My hair was fanned above my shoulder, and a black ribbon was used to hold it in place. My thighs were partially covered in see-through net pop-socks, and a black high heel was worn to compliment the dress.
I gulped down the fear that sat in my throat as my eyes scanned the upper area of the outfit.
The tight dress exposed a large amount of my cleavage, and since my boobs were big, they looked like they were about to jump out of the tight outfit.
The bottom of the gown also didn’t help matters as my ass was almost on display. The extra flare added barely covered my ass.
For the first time, I felt naked despite being clothed.
I wasn’t comfortable, and I knew I would cause a disaster.
I had a banging body, and this outfit only worsened it.
I hated that all eyes would be on me and I’d be helpless.
“New girl, what are you waiting for?” I heard the voice of the other female waitress.
“Coming,” I replied with a soothing voice, hiding my nervousness.
I tried pulling up the dress to cover some amount of my boobs but it only exposed my ass more.
Covered in confusion, I dragged the gown a bit to cover my ass, and my boobs were displayed.
Fuck.
Unable to figure out what to do, I let out a sigh before muttering a curse.
“Are you okay?” Her voice was laced with concern this time. “Do you need help with your outfit?” She asked again.
I could see the door knob twisted gently.
“I’m fine,” I quickly added, taking a deep breath before leaving the room.
“Did you come straight from the oven? Because girl, you look hot,” she complimented, spanking my ass.
“You’ve got a fat ass too? Damn! You are on fire!” She let out a gasp. Her eyes widened as they hovered around my body. They seemed like they would pop out of their sockets.
She looked like she was about to eat me up.
“You should be thankful that I’m straight. If I was a lesbian, I would take you home with me, fuck your brains out and imprint my name on your fucking soul.”
I cringed inwardly at how raw she was, moving a little bit away from her as I began to feel more uncomfortable.
Her words worsened my nervousness and my breathing almost went abnormal.
I hope I don’t get panic attacks.
“Aww, don’t be shy,” she spoke in a cute manner, pouting her lips.
“Just do your thing and be professional, ignore their words and you are good to go.” She encouraged me, but words weren’t enough.
I was certain that I would mess things up.
“First, these heels are killing me, second, I can’t wait to get out of this costume. I don’t feel like I’m even wearing clothes,” I hissed in an annoying manner, shaking my head pathetically.
“It’s fine, get used to it. You should go.” She urged before leaving.
I paused for a while, shutting my eyes and sucking in deep breaths to calm my nerves.
When I was ready, I opened the door to the club, resuming my duty as the waitress.
The moment I entered the club, it felt like another world.
Different colors of dull light scattered all over the place, making me squint to see things clearly.
The last thing I wanted to do was to bump into those scary men.
“You are the new girl, right?”
A guy asked me. Judging from his appearance, he looked like a substitute bartender.
“Yes.”
“You are needed in that booth over there,” he said hastily.
“Could you point out the booth? I didn’t see it.”
“And have my fingers chopped off? No, thank you. The booth is over there, facing the stripper dancing. Serve that man in a leather jacket first. He has a bad temper.”
“Which man?” I asked, squinting my eyes to make out who he was directing me to.
“The man that a girl is giving a blow job. Good thing you are late. That couldn’t have been you.” His voice softened as he drooled over my body.
Eww. I wasn’t shoving anyone’s dick in my mouth.
Without sparing another glance, I walked up to the booth with a pen and a fancy paper that I had collected from the bartender.
“Good evening sir, what would you like to order,”
When I walked in, it was as if I was invisible, until I spoke.
All heads turned in my direction. Their hungry eyes almost ripped my dress.
It was the most uncomfortable feeling in the world. I had an extra grip on the pen and paper to stop it from dropping as my sweaty palms began to tremble.
My heart began to race at an unusual speed and a bead of sweat gathered on my forehead.
I wish I could disappear.
“Are you Elizabeth’s replacement?” A man spoke harshly, his Italian accent evident in his voice.
I nodded slowly, keeping my eyes away from him.
Despite not looking at him, I could feel his hungry eyes on my boobs.
I let out a tensed sigh, trying to block the thought off my head.
“Can’t you talk?” He raised his voice, I could tell that my silence irritated him.
“Yes, sir,” I answered softly, bowing my head. My voice almost failed me.
Silence hung in the air as eyes sparkled in lust when they got to the middle of my legs.
I tightened my lap unconsciously, shutting my eyes.
The desire to stab his eyes with my pen filled me.
“Ricardo, what do you think? I think this one is innocent,”
My heartbeat accelerated as I stood before them.
Tears hung in my eyes knowing I dare not walk out on them unless I was told.
“Yes,” The man named Ricardo answered before pursing his lips to let out a plume of smoke from the tobacco dangling between his fingers. “I am certain she is not defiled.”
“For the first time, I am pleased with that bastard manager.” The first Italian man spoke again with a smile curved on both sides of his lips.
“Gnocca, come to Papa,” He said, licking his lips hungrily.
“What do you want to drink sir?” I asked, blinking back the tears in my eyes.
“Your cum, senorita.” I cringed when the length of his tongue was displayed, while the others laughed at me, except two men that sat in a private booth minding their business.
“I want her so badly.” A scar-faced man growled, his Russian accent dripping in his voice.
“Me too,” Ricardo agreed, adjusting his trousers. His hard shaft formed a tent in his black trousers.
“I’ll have her first since she came to me first.” The first Italian guy warned in an aggressive manner while the others raised their hands in the air in surrender.
“Alright, Amigo.”
“What is your name, Bella?” He asked, initiating a conversation.
I almost scrunched up my nose in disgust as his mouth reeked of alcohol.
“Lilith.” My voice came out as a whisper. I felt shivers run down my spine and at the same time, my body broke out in sweat.
“Lily…”
“No, it’s Lilith to you,” I corrected when I found my voice, taking a few steps away from him.
Unable to take the assault, I was about to run for my life when his sandpaper hands grabbed me and flung me back to the table, making me vulnerable.
He laughed wickedly, and circled me like a predator watching his prey. His lustful eyes pinned my teary ones and his hands started unbuckling his belt.
“Leave me alone,” I screamed when I saw the huge shaft.
My life flashed before my eyes and hot tears stained my cheeks.
I wish I heeded Daphne’s words. Now I was going to lose my virginity to Mafia bosses.
“I will fuck you so hard, your stupid manager will hear your screams,” he groaned, salivating as his hands fondled my boons before he slid them to the middle of my thighs.
“Go away,” I tried to push him, but a heavy slap landed on my face, making me fall back to the table.
“Seems you like it rough, I won’t disappoint you.”
“She said leave her alone!” An angry voice resounded.