CHAPTER FIVE
1128 Words
When she saw the message, she immediately called him.
It rang twice before he picked, “I hope you called to tell me you’re already on your way?”
“Carl, today’s my off and - “
“I don’t pay you to dictate to me when you show up. If I don’t see you here in twenty minutes, then kiss this job goodbye.”
“But-“ Before she could complete her sentence, the line went dead.
“f*****g imbecile!” She grunted, her blood boiling as she paced.
Jamie knew better than to ask questions when she was in this state, he would only become a victim of her terribly misplaced anger.
So, as always, he would look at her quietly till she was ready to speak on her own accord.
And she did.
“That imbecile wants me to come in on my day off!! That’s- that’s illegal!!” She fumed as she continued to pace.
“Everything about that club is illegal, so…” Jamie muttered, turning to face the television slowly when she glared at him.
“Well, that was the only place that could hire me. I didn’t have a bloody choice then, and I don’t now.” She sighed, finally stopping in her tracks.
Without saying another word, she walked to the corner of her cubicle that wasn’t leaking from the roof, where the only suitcase she owned laid.
She opened it, reaching for her uniform and shoving it into a cross bag, flinging it over her shoulders.
She then proceeded to take off her skirt, revealing a black boyshort beneath, framing her full ass as she bent to get some black pants to throw on.
She had not forgotten Jamie sat there, she was very much comfortable with him seeing her partly bare. He had seen her at her lowest… this was nothing.
Jamie cleared his throat, turning her attention towards him, “I stocked your fridge by the way, before you starve to death.”
“I was definitely going to do that… once I got my pay tomorrow.” She responded as she reached for the chips and shoved an unreasonable amount into her mouth.
Jamie rolled his eyes in response, and as he was about to take another sip of the cola, she snatched it from him and chugged it down like a barbarian– as he would always call her, most times behind her back, for his safety.
“Catch you later!” She said as she rushed out of the apartment.
His smile fell as the door shut behind her. If he had his way, she wouldn’t be working at that club, or living in a shithole like this.
But Alexa would rather roll in horse dung than accept help handed to her.
That was why she walked twenty minutes to the club with aching feet instead of asking him for taxi fare.
Once she got to the club, she was confused by the sight before her.
Why would that imbecile call her to work when the club was deserted??
It was just 5p.m. The club usually didn’t open until 8p.m., and that was for staffs to get the place ready for the 10p.m. rush hour… which was also the beginning of a s**t show.
“Why are you staring into space?? Get changed and start cleaning!” Carl’s voice called her out of her thoughts.
“Uhm, shouldn’t Lilly be here?” She asked turning to his short, pot bellied and balding figure.
Lilly was supposed to be on duty today, so she expected to meet her here.
“Am I paying you to question me?? If you can’t handle the work you’re given, then you’re very welcome to leave.” He yelled, a frown evident on his face.
“I’m expecting my biggest customer yet, so everything must be perfect, understand??” He said, pointing his finger towards her and all that ran through her mind was to butcher his fingers and shove it up his ass.
But instead, she said “Understood.” With a tight smile on her face, then walked to the bathroom, muttering profanities and curses under her breath.
Of course Lilly wouldn’t be here. She could get a week off work with just a sneeze, and Carl wouldn’t object. Probably because she was making him a very happy man in the bedroom.
Alexa shuddered at the thought and proceeded to change.
Her uniform hugged her body in all the right places. A black short sleeved gown with a square neckline, waist snatching, stopping right above the knee.
She had a body that men would kill to have a taste of, but she wasn’t the type of woman to care about how men perceived her.
If it wasn’t an interview or something that would pay her, she'd much rather look like a caveman.
Without looking twice at the mirror, she walked out of the bathroom, and started cleaning.
When she was done, it was already 6:40pm, and the only company she had was the solemn jazz music in the background and the reddish blue hue emanating from the light fixtures that hung above her.
She enjoyed this part of the job, the quiet. The peace, however temporary.
Without the chaos that waited for her at her bedside everytime she woke up. Everytime she walks out the door.
Soon after, the bartender and two strippers came in.
“Why are you just standing there?? Get the table ready, For gods sake!” Carl yelled at Alexa, and immediately turned to the bartender, “Don’t f**k up the drinks, understood?? It has to be perfect!”
He didn’t wait for a response before walking away, “Shayla! Carla! He’ll be here soon, dance like your life depends it!!” He said to the strippers, s******g their asses as he passed them.
Alexa cringed at the sight. She wondered if they scrubbed their bodies with an iron sponge anytime he touched them.
Because if she were them, she would. Till she bled.
She went to the bar and took an ice bucket, with a bottle of Hennessy in it, and walked where to the vip booth was located– a red velvet couch with a dark marble table, facing a strip pole. Apparently, that was every man’s dream.
As she dropped it, like she had momentarily forgotten her surroundings, she slipped off the steps and she was sure she would land hard on the marble tiles, shutting her eyes tight as she braced herself for impact.
But to her surprise, she felt no pain.
Was this what death felt like? Quick, painless, strong large arms…wait.
She opened her eyes, and when she saw his face, she wondered if she had truly died.
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