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Yes, she fucking runs.
“Are you fucking her?” the man with green eyes asks when I turn to face him. Standing directly in front of him, I see he still doesn’t have a glass, so I pick one up and hold it out to him.
“Take it.” He does as I say, and I pour him a shot over the ice. He watches me, not moving the glass and not saying another word, as he waits for me to reply to his fucking question.
I’m not sure I should.
He’s a customer, and I lie to them to get them to tip me well.
Now, some customers would be turned on by the fact I could be sleeping with a woman. This one, though, scans me as if he wants the truth, and he seems to be someone who always gets the truth no matter the cost.
“Will that be all?” I ask him, not answering his question but standing as close as possible, bent over with my tits in his face. And I have some great tits. But not once do his eyes stray from my face.
“Are. You. Fucking. Her?” he asks again.
I straighten and stare down at him. “The possibility is there,” I add with a wink before turning to the other men, who are all watching on intently. I glance at their drinks, note they are still full, and then I spin on my heel to leave to check in on my other customers.
“Are you lying?” he asks.
I stop stock still on the stairs and glance back over my shoulder at him.
“You don’t tip well enough to get an answer.” I walk off, feeling like pressure lifts of my chest.
That was intense. I keep thinking it but it’s true.
Heis intense.
Entering the back room, I go straight to my locker and lean against it.
It’s been a few hours, and I’m ready to go home. Reaching into my bra and clasping it, I pull out my tips and count the bills.
Fuck.
Only that one-hundred-dollar tip tonight.
Usually, by this time, I’d have an easy five hundred.
Louise owes me fucking big time.
“You can have my tips.” I gaze up to see her stride in. She holds out her money, and I shake my head.
Louise only has this one job.
And she needs the money.
“It’s fine. I’m fine. Keep your tips. But that’s the last time I do you a favor with tables,” I warn her.
She nods and bites her lip. “I’m sorry, okay?”
“It’s just money. I’ll make more later.”
“I still feel bad.”
I put my hundred dollars into my locker and wave her off. “Come on. Table one is getting gropey. Hopefully, I can get another hundred dollars from him.” I wink and march back out.
“Let me take it, and whatever tip he gives, I’ll give it to you.” I nod as she saunters past me and straight to my booth. I watch as Mr. Handsy grabs her ass and tips her a hundred-dollar bill before he whispers in her ear. She shakes her head, but he keeps on trying to grope her, and I can tell now she’s uncomfortable as she attempts to pull away. He doesn’t even care.
Stalking up to the table, I push my way between them and look Mr. Handsy straight in the eye. I would call him Mr. Stinky, but I’m trying to be a better person, so Handsy will have to do. Louise stands behind me as I pat his shoulder.
