Debbie Doll | Ringo Starr ✅

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Ritchie sat in the corner with John, Micky, Suzie, Paul and his girlfriend Dot, and George. I whizzed past them every hour or so to take their empty glasses and to get their order for their next set of drinks, but I didn't have a lot of time to stop and chat.

The Cavern seemed to be getting busier and busier everytime that I did a shift.

"When's your break?" Ritchie asked after about three hours of watching me serve drinks and collect orders.

I shrugged, "not having one tonight, I'm too charged up!"

"Charged up?" He pulled me down onto his lap so he could speak into my ear. Suzie, Paul, Dot and George gave the two of us strange looks out of the corners of their eyes, but John and Micky didn't even bat an eyelid at us.

I nodded, humming in reply as I clicked the ballpoint pen in my left hand. "All I can think about is you, Ritch. You touching me, you kissing me, just you. You're driving me crazy." He had one hand resting high up on my thigh, and I was acutely aware of it. I looked down at it and he followed my line of gaze, chuckling.

"Ah, I see." He took it off of me, much to my annoyance. "Well, when you're done tonight, we'll head back to John and Micky's for bed."

He didn't mean the kind of bed that I wanted, but I decided that I could suffer in his arms, our underwear separating us, for another night.

I smiled, "okay. That sounds nice -" somebody was looking around the club wildly for a waitress. I nuzzled my nose into Ritchie's neck, "I have to go." I sighed, "I wish I could stay here all night."

"With us?"

"In your lap, Ritch." I pecked his cheek and got up, turning to everybody else, "drinks, anybody?"

They all declined, so I hurried off to the man's table who had been searching for a waitress just minutes before.

"Hi, my name is Debbie, can I get you a drink?" I took the notebook from the pocket of my dress and clicked the pen, holding it poised above the paper so I would be ready to write.

"Two lemonades, a pint of beer and then a half pint. A packet of nuts -"

"Mind if I lean down?" I gestured to the table, "I find it a hassle to write standing."

He shrugged and gestured to the table. I thanked him with a smile and then leant on the table, writing down his order.

"You're pretty," the man said, laughing as his friend agreed with him.

I blushed, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the compliment from the men. "Um, thank you -"

"Can I have your number?"

"What time do you get off tonight?" The first man asked, ignoring the request that his friend had made.

"Um, I have a boyfriend -"

Not technically true, but not a lie, either. I was entirely exclusive to Ritchie, and I was sure that he felt the same.

"Is he here?" The second man looked around.

I opened my mouth to reply, but the first man cut me off. He grabbed my arse and squeezed.

I screamed and swatted him away, jumping a foot or so back from him. The music that was playing ceased and it felt like everybody in the club was looking at me.

Ritchie was by my side in an instant. "What?" He demanded, "what happened?"

The two men at the table were staring at him, their eyes very wide. I just turned, burying my head in Ritchie's chest and chancing a glance at the man who had touched me.