My Obsession

These Boots Are Made For Walking

Dorothy

“My God; look at this pathetic waitress.” The bimbo at the table sneered at me as I tried to pick myself up, my ass on full display to the tables around us and one heel broken from the impact. The dress had completely ridden up now, the pitiful excuse it had been now making me feel like Winnie the Pooh.

Just breathe Dot, you’ll probably never see these people ever again in your life. I sucked in my tears as pieces of glass bit into my palm, the pain making my eyes water as I pushed myself up and dusted myself off, purposely flicking blood on them as I did. “Oh! I’m soooo sorry!” I made my voice sickeningly sweet, letting the blood drip all over them and the table as I pretended to wipe it up. “Here! Oh my gosh! I’m never this clumsy!” I could see the horror on their faces as more blood dripped onto their designer clothes and shoes, ruining every item I could reach.

“Damnit, b***h! Stop!” One of the guys pushed me back slightly, standing up and scooting out from around the table as he did. The others followed suit as the bimbo grinned at me while no one was watching. “You’re ruining my Lui Vitton!”

We were starting to draw a crowd now; some dancers and Phil coming over to see what was what. Raymond stuck his head out from the back, seeing the fuss and rushing over. “What’s going on here, loves?” He had his costumer service voice in place, eyeing the three patrons and me.

“This useless cur spilled drinks and blood all over us!” Jerk two said, glaring at me as the bimbo dabbed blood from his lapel. “Fire her at once! Better yet; garnish her wages and any tips and have her pay for our suits as well!”

Raymond turned to me and gave me a sorry expression; his hand raising as he started to indicate me to hand over my hard earned tips. “Sorry.” He whispered at me as he waited for me to hold out my cash, my barely controlled rage making me shiver in anger.

“I wouldn’t have tripped if you,” I pointed at jerk one, droplets of blood flinging from my finger as I did. “Didn’t goose me. I thought that this place was dignified and posh and had rules about touching. And you…” I turned to the bimbo, flicking more blood at her. “You tripped me.”

“I did nothing of a sort!” She feigned innocence then glared at Raymond. “She can’t blame me for her mistakes! Raymond, get rid of her this instant!”

“Now hold up!” Tracie came forward, her tassels swaying this way and that as she navigated around the glass. “She’s right. You three have been bending the rules all night long and I’ve had half a mind to report you both; now your accusing my best friend of doing something she’s way too professional of doing and asking for her to pay up when she’s the one who’s hurt?! I have half a mind to quit right now!” She snapped her fingers, a couple patrons gasping and asking her to stay on.

“She has a point.” The deep voice from early spoke from in back of the crowed; patrons parting in an instant as the intimidating figure strode through the parted throng. “Raymond, go pull the cameras and you’ll see these three are in violation of the rules.”

“But Alph-“ Bimbo made her lips quiver as mister tall dark and handsome cut her off.

“None of that now.. Raymond?” He asked again.

“Yes sir!” Raymond took off, leaving us all standing there awkwardly.

“And can someone get her the first aid kit?!” He barked, Phil rushing off somewhere to comply.

Phil came back with the fest aid kit as another waitress swept and mopped up all the glass and ruined drinks. “Not you three: sit.” The commanding man ordered the three trouble makers to sit as they tried to disperse with the crowd, someone turning on the music and people now pretending that the little show never happened.

“Hhhss.” I sucked in some air as my adrenaline finally wore off and Phil touched my hand, trying to see if there was any glass.

“Phillip; give me that. The patrons need their drinks.” Mister Mysterious held out his hand to Phil, taking the first aid box and pulling me to an empty table. “Here, Dotty; sit down.” The way he said it left no room for negotiation, his eyes holding onto my own as I complied. He was gentle with my hand as he pulled out a set of tweezers and began examining the gashes and pulling out shards of glass.

“Fuck..” I hissed as a particularly large piece was pulled out, the man glaring at me for a second.

“Language.” He growled as he started again with his task.

“You really don’t need to be doing this… I’m sure I could have gotten it out on my own.” I protested as yet another piece was removed.

He looked down to my other hand and then back up at me, raising an eyebrow at the equally ruined palm. “Of course you could have, Princess.” The way he said it was slightly condescending, yet an underlying bit of humor was there as well. “Now; since we are getting to know each other a little more intimately, do you mind telling me why someone like you is working in my club?”

“Your club?” Of course you had to run into the owner right away, you i***t! Now they’ll more than likely fire you on the spot! Great… and the pay was decent here as well… I inwardly groaned as I flinched when he dabbed iodine onto my first palm, continuing onto the second as I caught them cleaning up the bloody mess I had made at the adjacent table.

“Yes; my club.” It almost felt like he was picking up the pieces as gently as he could, taking care not to rare any more skin.

“My friend, Tracie, said that the place needed more waitresses. I recently lost my other job and I needed to make some quick cash.” I figured that when they did the background check on me, the piles of debt I had would surely come up so it was probably best to get it out of the way now.

“And why would a small thing like you need quick cash? Drugs, perhaps?” He gave me a look, focusing on my small waist and the ribs that were just starting to show how much I really didn’t eat.