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BEAU
“Beau, you need to have a word with your sister. She can’t just come in here trying to deal her fucking drugs. I told her to leave.” Bernie, my boss, glared at me across the bar. “She kicked up a fuss and left, but no more. You hear me?” His stern words were nothing I hadn’t heard before, but this time the angry look on his face left me in no doubt he was serious.
Inodded and continued shaking the cocktail I was making, doing my best not to make eye contact with the man who was currently making my life a misery. I’d told Megan too many times not to come into the club where I worked, but she just couldn’t help herself. If I lost this job, we’d have no money for rent and be back out on the streets.
“Oh, and come to my office before you leave. There’s something I need to discuss with you.” I cringed inwardly, wishing he’d just forget me.
Fucking shit. I knew what that meant. He wasn’t asking me to come in and help add up the takings for the night. I hated Bernie, hated what he asked of me, hated that most of the time, he just took it.
I nodded again and looked over at Kenny, who worked the bar with me. His tight-lipped smile told me what he thought of Bernie’s request, but what could I do? I needed this job. I no longer worked at Sandy’s Delights, and this had been the only job I could get at short notice.
I wished he’d leave me alone for just one night, leave me to go home without a sore arse or the bitter taste of his cum in my mouth. The only reason he put up with Megan was because he knew I’d give him what he wanted, what he demanded.
It was Friday, though, and the club was jumping. We’d recently employed a new DJ, and he knew how to work the crowd, his tunes filling the dance floor night after night. Only problem with that, it meant the bar was busy too, the patrons wanting drinks and plenty of them.
To my despair, the night passed quickly, and as much as I couldn’t wait for my bed, I had to get through the ordeal with Bernie first.
I stretched and yawned. I was completely knackered. I’d been on my feet since eight, and it was now a little after two. The club closed at three, and it’d be well after four by the time I got home. Bernie liked to take his time, depending on what he wanted. I grimaced at the thought. Hopefully, it’d be just a quickie tonight.
I shuddered and finished the drinks I was making, sliding them to the pretty brunette eyeing me up across the bar. She was nice enough but not my type. I preferred them a little more manly. Okay, I preferred men, but a wink and a smile meant more tips, so I flirted with her and smiled as she slid over a fiver for my back pocket.
The music gradually slowed to a seductive bump and grind, and I watched as couples made out on the dance floor. In the dark recesses of the club, you could guarantee there’d be more going on than that. I’d caught more than one couple having sex in the dimly lit corridor that led to the store room. They rarely stopped, too into the act to care most of the time.
When I’d first started at the club, I’d mentioned it to Kenny, who’d told me to just ignore it. Bernie had the corridor covered with CCTV, and that was how he got his kicks, he told me. I should have just turned around and left right then, but with Megan at her worst, I really needed the cash and the job, so I ignored it, muttering my excuses as I navigated the fornicating bodies.
All too soon, the music stopped and the lights came up, shocking a few people with their brightness but having no effect on others. The bouncers would be around soon enough, breaking couples apart and getting them to leave. The bar closed a half an hour before lights up, giving us time to clear it down and take the contents of the till to the back office. Bernie would sit waiting, his eyes lighting up at the cash we’d taken.
As much as I wanted Kenny to take them tonight, Bernie was expecting me. I wasn’t sure if I was the only one he used this way, but I didn’t have the nerve to ask. I supposed my answer was staring me in the face when the other bartenders would only be in there for five minutes, ten at the most. The girls especially were in and out of the office in no time at all, laughing and joking as they left.
I couldn’t remember a time I’d left his office laughing. Shame and disgust were all I felt, coupled with a deep loathing for the man. The nights he didn’t summon me to the office, I’d usually go home and collapse into bed, but nights like tonight, I’d shower under the little bit of hot water we had, the scalding jets helping to clear the memory of his hands pawing my body, his hot, foul breath in my ear, and his fat, sweaty body rubbing against mine.
I shuddered at the thought as Kenny handed me the drawer from the till.
“Good luck, man. I’ll see you tomorrow night, yeah?” His sad smile spoke volumes before he turned and left. I envied the guy.
I dragged my feet as I walked down the corridor, grimacing at the used condoms that littered the floor. I did not envy the cleaners that’d be in first thing tomorrow morning. The club was dark and seedy, and I dreamed of getting out of here and finding a decent job. They were so scarce right now, especially for an unqualified university drop-out. I had nothing going for me. Well, unless you counted my face. I’d been blessed with good bone structure, dirty-blond hair, blue eyes and a killer smile.
I wasn’t being modest. I’d been told this before, and while it was a blessing and got me a lot of dick, at times like this, as I walked down this corridor towards Bernie, it was the biggest curse of all.
I knocked lightly on the door, hoping to God he didn’t hear me so I could run back to the bar, leave the drawer with Ty, the bouncer, and escape home, but I was never that lucky.
The door swung open, and there he stood, wearing his ill-fitting dark-blue suit trousers with the same pale-blue shirt he always wore, sweat stains marking the underarms. I couldn’t believe I was doing this again but I knew I’d be giving him what he wanted—no, what he took—tonight.
It was the price I paid for him to keep his mouth shut about Megan. I’d protect my sister to the last, but that was another story.
“Beau, there you are.” He stroked my cheek with his nicotine-stained fingers and grabbed my arm with his other hand. “Come in. Let me take that from you, and you can take a seat. Do you want a drink?”
Taking a seat usually meant a hand job or a blow job. I was hoping for the first, secretly fearing the second. At least it didn’t seem like he wanted sex tonight, and as I glanced at the half-empty bottle of whiskey on his untidy desk, my guess was he was too drunk to even try.
“I’m ok, thanks, Bernie. I need to be getting home soon.” I moved towards the door in the hope I could leave, but he moved towards me, forcing me to sit in the chair.
“Not before we have our little bit of fun. You know I like it when you’re working. A man like me can only ever hope for a hot young thing like you.” I felt nauseous at his words and swallowed hard.
Bernie was unattractive, balding with wisps of hair brushed over his scalp and a face reddened by the copious amounts of alcohol he drank. He undid his trousers with his pudgy fingers, revealing his oversized stomach and well-washed blue underpants that just about covered his erection.
Shitting hell, maybe he hadn’t drunk as much as I’d hoped. I groaned inwardly as he stroked himself.
“What’s it to be tonight, Beau? Hand job, blow job or shall I give you a good fucking?” His non-descript grey eyes stared at me, lids hooded, and I just knew it was sex he wanted, but with that puny dick he was wielding, it would never be a good fucking. Not for me anyway.
