Love Contract

Amethyst "Here you go, sir. Thank you, come again," I smiled as the guy took his paper bag and left. Checking the time, it was 5:51 pm. I removed my apron and headed to the locker room. Grabbing my bag, I scanned my DTR. Just as I was about to leave, a group of teenagers walked in—actually, my classmates. "Hey Amy! I hope this time you let us buy some drinks," Tristan said as he retrieved the alcoholic drinks from his friend. These people are well-known on our campus. They know me because they always try to buy tequila here, but I never let them. "Just 8 of these Tequilas," Owen placed two tequilas on the counter. "Sorry, my shift's end now," I told them as I walked past them. I was about to open the door when Yuan blocked it. "Why don't you join us, Amy," he said, smirking as he checked me out from head to toe. "That's a great idea, Yuan," Janna chimed in, hugging Tristan. I glanced at each one of them. They were all paired up, and it seemed that Yuan was the only one without a partner. I don't know why they love drinking alcoholic drinks. I haven't tasted it yet, but by the smell of it, it doesn't seem like it would taste good. I felt relieved when Miss Jenny arrived, it was her shift this time. Yuan opened the glass door in response to her knock. "What's going on here?" she asked as she entered, her eyes furrowed as she glanced at them. "You can't buy alcohol if you're all minors," she said loudly, ensuring they heard her. "Miss Jen, I better go, I'm late for my shift," I said, kissing her goodbye, leaving those rich kids with Miss Jen at the mart. I'm Amethyst Montes. I lived with my grandmother, but she passed away two years ago. They wanted to put me in an orphanage, but I refused because with the house and money my grandmother left me, I can live on my own. I called a taxi and gave the driver the address. I work hard to put myself through college. I'm only 17, but I faked my resume when applying for work. This is my last year in high school, and I don't want to be here anymore because of these pathetic bullies. I got off the taxi and rushed towards the back door of the bar. "Sorry I'm 2 minutes late," I apologized to Miss Pam, who was waiting for me in my locker, smoking. Miss Jenny and Miss Pam are like my aunts, they've always cared for me. They know that I'm only 17, and they were also the reason why I got these two part-time jobs because they helped me. "It's okay, but I have something to talk to you about," she said in a serious tone. I followed her into her office and took a seat while she leaned on her desk to speak. "We have VIPs, I don't want you to be on the second floor, so keep yourself busy on the ground floor," she said with a caring tone. "Why, Miss Pam?" I innocently asked, as I had no idea why she didn't want me to go up whenever we had VIPs. But she never gave me an answer. I just nodded in approval and left. I changed my uniform and put on my apron. The bar's uniform wasn't too showy or provocative, just a fitted black polo and denim shorts, but not too short. "Amy, Miss Pam said I'll take your place on the second floor," Diana informed me excitedly. I simply nodded at her and went to the side of the bar counter, waiting to deliver the drinks to the tables. My shift at the mart ended at 5:50, and I traveled less than 10 minutes from the Mart to Sundown Bar. My shift started at 6 pm and lasted until 10 pm. I'm lucky that my house is near this bar and my school is near the Mart, making it an easy ride for me. "How much is your one night?" the stranger slurred, appearing to be in his thirties and clearly intoxicated. It wasn't anything new for me; after 8 months of working here, I've encountered these kinds of men before. Ignoring him, I hurriedly placed their beers on the table. Returning to the counter, Diana greeted me with a wide smile. She looked like she'd won the lottery. "I got a huge tip!" she exclaimed, displaying $800 in hundred-dollar bills. We pooled all our tips together and divided them equally. I bet Amethyst would make more up there on the second floor," Braden remarked as he poured a margarita into a glass. Diana shook her head. "We can't put Amethyst there," she said firmly, grabbing my arm and leading me away from Braden and the others. "Someone wants to take me home, so I'm giving my share to you. I'll tell Miss Pam later before I leave," she said, winking at me and giving my butt a playful spank. "Just stay safe, virgin," she chuckled before heading to the locker room. I smiled and shook my head. Diana was like a sister to me. Despite being in college, she still struggled financially, working part-time jobs and seeking extra income. "Amy!" Hillary called, running towards me in her hand is a one bottle of an expensive beer. "I have an emergency. Could you please take this to VIP room 105? It's really urgent," she said, her eyes teary. Without a second thought, I nodded at her, even though I knew I was prohibited from that area. I looked around, checking if Miss Pam was nearby, but I assumed she was in the office with Diana. Taking a deep breath, I walked down the alley, delivering a drink for the first time. I glanced at the room numbers and stopped at room 105. Another deep breath, and I opened the door. Inside, two men sat across from each other, accompanied by some go-go dancers. They were laughing until they noticed me. I was about to approach them when one of the girls came over and took the beer from my hand. So, I turned away from them, assuming my task was complete. "Wait!" one of them shouted, causing me to stop in my tracks. I'm sorry, sir, but I still have some job to do," I explained. "Nah, we have some other job for you," the bearded guy smirked, starting to walk towards me. "Sorry, I...I'm just a waitress," I informed them with a trembling voice, taking a step back. This might be the reason why Miss Pam didn't want me here. "Stop it, Nate, you're scaring her," the blond guy said while opening the beer I delivered. "I'm sorry sir. But I still have some job to do." I explained. "Come on, let's have some fun," the bearded guy said, smirking as he came closer to me. Out of fear, I ran towards the open door, but I slammed into a hard body. I was about to fall back, so I grabbed the polo shirt of the guy I bumped into, ruining three of its buttons.I groaned and closed my eyes, expecting to fall hard on the floor, but instead, I felt an arm around my waist. With a closed eyes, I can feel his body too close from me. I can feel his hard chest, and broad shoulders that carrying me. I slowly opened my eyes, and a handsome face meet my gaze. His face were like a sculptor's masterpiece, each one perfectly crafted. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of deep blue, sparkled with intelligence and danger, drawing me in. His jawline was strong and chiseled, adding to the allure of his rugged masculinity. His lips, full and inviting, curved into a sexy smirk that sent shivers down my spine. The warmth of his body gives me chill that connects to my private part of my body. What the hell is this feeling? As I realized our bodies were touching, I instinctively pushed him away. "Sorry," I muttered, quickly distancing myself from him. Miss Pam's decision to keep me away from the VIP area seemed wise. I couldn't handle VIPs; I just couldn't ignore them. I made my way to the restroom to compose myself. As I checked my reflection, I noticed I was breathing heavily. Was it from running, or was it because of the guy I had encountered earlier? I smelled my self, his perfume was on my clothes. I can still feel his body into mine. Oh my goodness, What is this feeling? I feel like, I want to stay in his arms a little longer. I want to feel his touch again. Amethyst! just chill. You're still young and you didn't feel anything down there!