Ava Ever After

Chapter Five

Ava's hands shook as she fumbled with a button on her blouse and she blew out, trying to force the fear out of her.

It was her first shift and she was a bag of nerves.

“Here, let me show you how to tie, rather than button. It looks so much hotter tied,” Rachel offered, striding over to her in heels like skyscrapers, that should have been impossible to walk in.

“I’m shaking like a bastard leaf, Rachel. I can’t serve drinks like this. The clients, are going to be wearing more than they drink at this rate.”

“Calm down. You’ll be fine, Ava. Honestly. I can guarantee that nobody would bat an eyelid if you spilt anything on them. Not with how you look. Are you sure you don’t want me to teach you how to dance? Those pins on that pole.”

“Forget her legs on that pole. I’d have them around my head, if she’d let me, Rache.”

“Jo, what have I told you about coming on strong? Ava is way too sweet and innocent for your f**k me now, I’m gagging, type s**t,” Rachel mock scolded.

“Jo, your ego is so damn big, I don’t think my legs would fit around your head, even if I wanted them to,” Ava told her, flashing an innocent smile.

Rachel and Jo burst into laughter as they hi-fived each other. Ava realised they were trying to get her to relax and felt a whole new level of heartwarming admiration for the two dancers that had taken her under their wing.

“Damn, girl, you’re quick. Wonder if you’re just as quick between the sheets?” Jo laughed, licked a long, slender finger and placed it to her chest with a feigned wince, as though touching something hot.

Ava laughed, swung her hip out and placed her hand on it, with all the attitude of a sassy, smug, cheerleader. “Your brother asked me the same thing. He’s still recovering.”

Ava found herself with a face full of Jo's oversized breasts as she pulled her in for a hug. “I think the new girl is going to blaze out there, Rach. I love her already. If you have any trouble, Ava, you come find me, doll.”

Ava had only met Jo when she walked into the dressing room and Rachel introduced her. Immediately, she knew they were going to get along like a house on fire. She was smart, motherly, hilarious and had the biggest butt Ava had ever seen, but looked hot as hell as she worked it before walking out into the club.

“Are you ready?” Rachel asked her.

Turning away from the door that Jo had just walked out of, Ava looked at herself in the mirror. She barely recognised the young woman staring back at her. Her heels had made her legs look long and shapely and the stockings hid the childhood scar on her knee that she hated so much. Her boobs were back, delicately held in the open blouse that Rachel had tied above her naval, by a red, lace cleavage-enhancing bra. Jo had worked wonders on her makeup, giving her a hot smoky eye look that, in Jo's opinion, made you fall into Ava's emerald eyes.

Ava flicked her long, brown, tousled hair over her shoulder and, with a frown, adjusted the tie around her neck.

“I’m not sure about this tie. Maybe like this?”

She quickly shortened the widest part of the plaid tie, turning it into an arrow that sat just below her collar bone and pointed to her cleavage, then reached for a pair of nail scissors and began snipping away at the long tail that wasn’t needed. Examining herself in the mirror once more, Ava felt a wave of giddiness wash over her.

She looked hot and for the first time, she felt sexy.

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“Hey, sweetheart. I’ve not seen you around here before.”

“First day at school. I’m the new girl, Ava.” She told the handsome middle-aged man at the table.

“Ah, how you finding it?” he asked, placing his empty glass on the table.

“The first day is always the hardest but as I’ve not had my head flushed down the loo yet, I think I’m doing okay.”

The handsome man laughed and his smile made him look ten years younger.

“I think you’re doing just fine, Ava. Fancy bringing me a drink so I can check out those lovely legs of yours?”

“Sure. What’s your poison?” She flashed her best smile as he gave his order, then slowly walked to the bar, making sure she flashed another smile over her shoulder. She had been on the floor serving drinks for a few hours and had been getting pointers from the other waitresses. Gully had stopped her a few times, too. Advising her to smile more and relax, but also told her she was doing fantastically, considering she looked like a rabbit being chased by a lurcher. It had been a pretty accurate depiction of how she had felt.

Collecting the gentleman's drink from Robert, she teetered her way back to his table next to the runway.

“There you go, handsome. If you need anything else, just shout.”

“Thank you, beautiful,” he replied, pulling a fifty-pound note from his wallet. “The name's Peter, but handsome sounds just fine coming from your lips. Add the drink to my tab. This is for the legs.”

“Thank you, Peter. Next time, I’ll let you tuck that into these little stockings of mine, maybe,” she winked, folding the note and tucking into her stocking top.

“Next time, I might double it if you let me spank that cute little ass of yours,” he laughed.

Ava giggled, blew a kiss and made her way back to the bar. Gully came up behind her as she waited for one of the bar staff to get to her.

“Tip from Peter eh? That doesn’t happen often. He’s a good bloke but not very generous. He must like you, Gully smiled. “How are you feeling? You’ve got a break in ten and I'm available if you need to talk.”

“Honestly?”

Gully nodded, his face full of concern. It was nice to know that he cared. It was a refreshing change from what she was used to at the café.

“I’m okay. A little overwhelmed, maybe, and my feet are killing in these heels, but I’m okay. The clients are polite and nothing like I had expected them to be. It’s a lot easier than I thought and I’m surprisingly comfortable. Okay, maybe not comfortable, but the nerves are under control, at least. I expected to baulk at the first comment I got but you were right. It’s not any different to the café, in terms of banter.”

“I think, for a first shift and considering your insecurities, that you’re doing wonderfully. I know this has had you worrying like mad but you fit in perfectly and I’m glad to have you with us. Why don’t you grab Rachel and take your break early?”

Thanking him, probably with a little more sincerity than was needed, Ava teetered to the booth she had last seen Rachel at. Her feet were killing her and she couldn’t wait to sit down.

“Here she is. Our newest girl. Isn’t she a stunning little nerd?” Rachel beamed, pulling Ava into the booth.

“If the nerd at my school had been half as stunning as you, I’d be a happier married man,” the well-dressed man sitting with Rachel smiled.

“If the nerd at your school was half as stunning as this lovely lady is, she wouldn’t have gotten herself married to you,” said the woman next to him. “I'm Janet and this bloody pathetic excuse of a flirt, is my husband, Mark. We’re friends of Gully. Take a seat, I’ll pour you a glass. Gully won’t mind.”

Ava raised her eyebrows in question at Rachel, who nodded that it was okay as she scooted herself over on the seat, to allow Ava to sit next to her. The relief from her feet as she sat, was immediate.

“How the hell do you dance in heels twice the size of the ones I’ve got on my feet? Mine are bloody killing me,” Ava asked, flicking off her stilettoes and stretching her toes.

“Gel pads are a must but you get used to it after a while. You doing okay?” Rachel asked, shifting her boobs around in the white, almost see-through crop top she was wearing.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to watching boobs being manoeuvred in front of my face, but yeah, I’m good. Not half as scary as I thought it would be. Although, I’m not quite sure I’m up for Peter spanking my arse the next time he sees me,” Ava told her friend.

“I’ll double what he offered.” Mark's laughter was cut short as his wife offered to triple it.

Ava didn’t laugh along with the three of them. She was too busy trying to stop her newly discovered hussy, which had suggested bending over for Janet, from wakening up completely.