BRITTANY'S POV
Barbara was nowhere in sight when I went out, but it didn't matter. I doubted she would have given me any attention or helped out in any way.
I was nervous and my hands were shaking as I stared at the room full of men, mostly men leering at the other girls as they served them.
The partition dividing the club into two didn't help much seeing as it was transparent and you could see girls pole dancing on the other side while some of the men dared to touch them.
I drew in a deep breath. Just get over it, Brit. You work in a restaurant. How hard can it be?
I was going to be serving tables as well, nothing new…except I wouldn't have to deal with horny men at the restaurant.
I was at least grateful for the shoes I got from Ria. There was no way I would have managed this while
