waiting tables
1493 Words
Lizzy's POV
“ You stay out of this,Elizabeth,” my boss said, his gun hanging loose at his side.
“ No,” I shook my head. “ You want your money, take me, I will pay it off. My father is no good to you anyways.”
He shared glances with the men dressed just like he was.
“Do you have any idea what you are getting into?” His finger stroked my neck before he whispered into my ear.
“ You have to work for the club, as one of the strippers, you still want to do that?”
My face paled at his words sparing a gaze at my father, I mumbled “I will do it.”
His eyes squinted at me. “With all that is involved?” he gauged my expression.
I nodded. “I will work to pay what my father owes. I get it. It sounds stupid but I made a promise to my mother on her death bed.”
My eyes moistened with tears which I flicked off as I continued. “To look after him and ensure he is fine.”
My boss turned to the men conversing for a while before he nodded. “Get her ready for tonight.” He ordered.
I bit into my lips, hard enough to draw blood when I was yanked up with two hands.
“And get the housekeeper here.” He added. “No touching, no spanking and don't let your hands stray.” My boss warned.
“You know that isn't possible, Onyx, someone has to do it.” One of them rebuffed, when he closed the gap between us, holding them by their collars.
“I. Said. No. Touching.” He ordered.
“ We got that.”
“Good, get her ready for the pole tonight.” he said before looking at me.
“Get her to wait tables instead,” he said immediately.
Glancing over my shoulders as I was pulled away, I looked at my father one last time before I was shoved roughly into a truck.
“Onyx said no touching, huh? What's so special about you?” One of the men questioned, with a hand around the steering wheel.
“Onyx would kill us,” The one close to me answered.
“ He wouldn't, she is a bloody civilian, what could he possibly do with her?” My hands searched for my phone, slipping it out of my bag when a hand snatched it.
“ Give that back.” I demanded.
“ No,” he said. “Are you trying to place a call to the FBI? Perhaps rat us out?”
“ Why the hell would I do that when my father's life is at stake?” I snapped
“ Urrrghhhh,” the one behind the wheel mouthed, winking at me. “She's got vigor, I bet she's feisty in bed too.”
“I don't trust you.” The one with my phone uttered.
“ I know that.”
“And I have seen cases of collateral trying to get out. If you rat us out, you would be cut into pieces, no f*****g witness protection program would be safe enough for you, we will come for you and everyone you hold dear,you get that?”
“ I was just trying to send a message.” I clarified.
“Don't try anything funny or things wouldn't be pretty.” he cautioned
“ Got it.” I answered, taking the phone which he held out at me.
“Go ahead,” he nudged his head. “One line off, and your brains would be all over the seat.” I stiffened, heart pounding before sending a message to my bf letting him know I was cancelling.
“You good?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “ I'm good.” I lied between my teeth.
“Good, because it could be worse.”
The rest of the ride went without a hitch while I immersed myself in the questions which ended up in what if? Even though I knew it was too late.
The car came to a stop shortly afterwards.
“Get out, we are here,” one of the boys pushed the door open while I stepped out.
My eyes were fixed on the stripper signage which hung over the building, to think that at a point, I had my life intact and now.…this.
My feet refused to move for a second, this couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be my life, but the hands at my back pushed me forward, letting me know it was real.
I gulped in my spittle, trying to stop myself from letting the tears down my cheek as I walked in with the men by my side.
“ Get her washed up, and dressed.” He gave orders to two young ladies who gawked at me.
“ Who is she?”
“ None of your business, you either get your ass up or Onyx will make you do so.”
Their eyes glued on me. “Is she to be Onyx’s old lady?”
I watched, shivers running down.
“ No,” he answered. “ Just a collateral.” He answered before walking away.
“ Come here.” One of them said to me, before pointing fingers at a bathroom.
“ Wash up in there and get into this.” She handed me a short skimpy skirt which would barely cover my ass,and a white crop top.
“ This barely counts as clothing.” I complained when she shoved them into my arm.
“You have no choice, you have to wear them.”
I accepted them, puffing out breaths as I got into the bathroom, letting the water through my body before settling into the outfit.
My eyes itched with unshed tears as I looked into the mirror, my eyes looking back at me, my boobs sat firmly in the crop top I had on and my ass shot out underneath the skirt.
I placed both hands on the sink while going through the rituals of steadying my breath.
“ You've got this, Elizabeth,” I said to myself until it became a conviction before stepping out.
One of the girls from earlier stepped back, ogling at me. “Damn girlll, that's some ass, you're sure you won't go to the pole?”
I paid no heed to her, asking, “ Where am I to start?”
“ Come with me.” We made our way over to a man sitting behind a counter, with glasses on.
“ The collateral?” He asked, sizing me up.
“ Yes,”
“Onyx said she is to wait tables, take her there.”
“ Gotcha,”
“ I'm Drey by the way,” she held out a hand. “One of the guy's old ladies.”
“ What does an old lady mean?” I inquired.
“ A woman who wears a man's patch and is owned by that man.”
“How can you agree to be owned by a man?”
She gave a tiny smile. “ You have it all wrong. That isn't it, come here girl, Onyx never gave you any detail, did he?”
“ He didn't, and why is he Onyx?”
“First off, where are you from?”
“He is my boss.”
“She's a bloody civilian, what brought you in here? What collateral are they talking about?”
“ It's a lot, but…”
She held out a tray, letting it rest into my open hand.“ Take this, you can tell me all about that later.”
“Table waiting is easy, and you rack up money quickly, although it's quicker if you work at the pole or as a sweet butt.”
“I don't think I like either of them,” I responded, holding onto the tray.
“You might like being a sweet butt, you get into bed with prospects, bikers and whoever comes in for fun, and you get paid pretty well. Also, you have a say in what you want, and can refuse if you feel it's too extreme.” She giggled, her face inked red.
My hands shook, grasping the tray firmer. “Onyx is the club president,” she continued. “It's practically the same thing once you have gotten the hang of it, now go ask that man what he wants.” She pointed at a booth where a man sat, eyes on the stripper pole.
My boss was the president of an MC. The thought didn’t make sense but nothing about tonight did.
My feet lumbered as it made its way to the booth. “Are you ready to place your order?” I inquired, fidgeting in the outfit I was in when my heart dropped at the eyes set on me.
“Lizzy? What the hell are you doing here?”
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