Worthy of Sin

Two

Zola 'Slim' Monroe || Two weeks later

     After my second shift at the club, I had definitely gotten a hang of it and I couldn't even lie, it was fun as fuck working at the club. My co-workers were cool as fuck, except for this one girl whose name was Sadé.

She was a cute girl. Definitely the type of bitch I would want as my friend as far as looks went but her attitude? Off the fucking richter. She really didn't even have a reason to act an ass towards me— mean mugging and shit, but that shit didn't phase me. I was used to it, anyways. Bitches was better off being friends instead of acting boosie but it's whatever.

Kori said that was she cool peoples, but just because Kori fucked with her didn't mean I had to.

Overall, I had good time working at Headquarters, despite how tiring it was. I was really starting to like New York, though. A few days ago, on a mutual off day, Kori had showed me around the city and as diverse as California was, New York was like a cultural reset in a way. From the bodegas to the clothing and food spots, I loved it.

I stood behind the bar, assisting customers with their beverage needs, as well as the waitresses that were working the floor, busting tables at the main level and also on the second level of the club in V.I.P.

When I first started working here, I toured the V.I.P section and the vibe was completely different from how it was on the main level. The main level was pretty much reserved for regular guests and those who decided to hit the dance floor, whereas V.I.P. had multiple secluded booths and tables, dancers and private rooms.

The V.I.P. section honestly looked pretty fun, and there seemed to be some appealing people up there. All the high rolling niggas and boss bitches, or the ones that imposed as such, had the V.I.P. section on lock, and I couldn't wait to work up there with Kori and our other coworker I'd taken a liking to whose name was La'Nelle.

"Hey, boo. How's it going so far?" Kori asked, coming over to the bar with a serving tray and she stood a quick seat at one of the stools, flipping her hair behind her back. "Hey sista'. It's going good so far— made a few tips so I can't complain."

When I first working here, I was expecting shitty tips like waitresses got and while I did get a few, most of my tips ranged between $25 and $100, and it was all because of my hospitality.... and the brand new push up bra I'd invested in. Kori wasn't lying when she said the bigger the titty, the bigger the tip. I was very appreciative of the tips, despite Kelly taking his ten percent.

"What you need, though?"

"A full-size bottle of Patron, a bottle of OJ, some ice and a double shot of Hennessy." She handed me a platinum credit card and I rang up the liquor before swiping the card. Whoever this was had money, clearly. Once the transaction approved, I printed out the receipt and handed it back over to her before retrieved the items before setting them on the tray.

She looked around before grabbing the shot of Hennessy and she took it down before slamming the glass down on the bar's surface, scrunching her face up because of the bitterness of the liquor. "Girl... you can drink on the job?"

"Yeah," She stood up and grabbed the tray, positioning it on her hand. "As long as you don't get caught. See you in a minute, sweetness." She flicked my boob as I smacked my lips, swiping her hands away as I laughed. That girl was crazy as hell, but I loved her so much.

I cleaned up the bit of liquor I'd spilled, along with a few water droplets. While I did so, I browsed the club as I did habitually and when I scanned the V.I.P. section, I caught eyes with some guy who stood with what I assumed to be his crew, and he leaned over the banister, with his gaze right on me. I could see the sly smirk on his face and once he saw me looking back at him, he shot me a head nod and I returned it, causing him to smile.