Why Would U Want Me?

Chapter 18

I reached my three month marks and my stomach has just began to show. I look a little pudgy. Hopefully I am able to make a decent amount of money and save up before I become really noticeable. I'm sure no one would be attracted to a already pregnant female. I wouldn't be able to work anymore. 

When I finally reach the club I check in then get pointed in the direction workers are to go. I arrive at a locker room that the female waiters and strippers share. The room is pretty average sized. There are four walls with lockers that align the back wall. In the middle there are two more rows of lockers. At he front of the room, there is a row of mirrors and spinning seats. Sorta like the ones you would find at the hair salon or barber shop. In a few of the seats are women doing their hair and makeup preparing for their shift. I look down at the card in my hand, it tells my locker number and combo. After identifying which one has been assigned to me; locker eighteen I put in my combination then open it. In my assigned locker there is a uniform and a note. 

Have a great first day. -Demetre  

I let out a sigh. Mr. Demetre did make me feel uneasy the first encounter, but I am slowly starting  to get used to his cheery ways. I noticed that he is very liked by the other workers. They say he pays well and treats them with respect. His personality is completely different from his scary looks. 

I grab my uniform and put it on. "Is this it? This is all there is?" 

Staring in the girls bathroom mirror with a look of horror. This can hardly be considered clothing I look like I am asking for the attention of every man on the planet. The uniform is a one piece short romper. It is covered completely in black glitter and is see through, except for the nipple and crotch area. There is a very low V-line, and in the back it criss crosses. The shorts attached barely cover my very full ass cheeks, for half of them hang out. I then look at the shoes I am wearing.  The all black strappy heels define my long brown legs. I do a little twirl in the mirror. 

"Well fuck me! I look like a slut." 

My mind speaks back, A very hot slut. I liked to be fucked like a slut. Come here daddy let me eat it up. My throats crazy-...  The very catchy phrase from the song Throat Baby played in my head on repeat.

"Now is not the time to think like that." 

I let out a irritated groan. That song is going to be stuck in my head all fucking day. I walk out the women's locker room to meet up with a girl named Krystal. She is supposed to be teaching me the basics of the job. I check the sign in sheet. She hasn't arrived yet. So I wait out in the girls bathroom doing my makeup. 

About five minutes later a dark skin female, with dimples, and loose curly hair walks in humming a tune. I stare at her for a minute or two. This women is so beautiful; looks just like a real life barbie. I was dying to see her eye color. She turns her head to me and smiles. There I see it.  I see them, two blue pools returning my gaze. I open my mouth about to speak then close it, then open it again. I have never seen anyone with such natural beauty.

"Hi. I'm Krystal, you must be Nicole." I nod. I now know where the name Krystal comes from. Her eyes are a crystal blue. She smiles. 

"S-sorry. You're eyes are very pretty. Almost mesmerizing." She laughs which only defines her dimples more.

"Ya, I get that a lot. To be honest it is probably the only reason I got this job in the first place, because girl let me tell you. I can barely walk in heels and that is one of the job requirements. Plus, I have been working here for three years so ya." I laugh at her blunt honesty. 

"But enough about me. Ready to start working? I already held you up long enough." 

I shake my head. "It's fine though, really. I didn't have to wait too long. I still had to do my make up anyways." 

Krystal smiles then nods say, "The uniform looks super hot on you! I can tell men are going to be drooling at your feet." I nod without saying anything. For some reason I am scared and excited.

A hour and thirty minutes, five platters, and after serving four tables later, I have almost mastered the art of walking in heels while holding trays. It was actually a lot easier than I anticipated. Most likely because I practiced walking in heels a lot, when I was still living at home. I may have just been over thinking, but I used to have a fear of being chased and not being able to run in heels. So, I eliminated the problem by practicing how to walk and run, till my feet nearly fell off. The only tricky part was balancing the platter. I have to hold it in the same hand no matter what and sway slightly when I walk. I'm guessing it's supposed to be sexy but I prefer walking normally. Maybe once I get used to walking like that it will come more naturally.  

I make my way to the next group of people. Three men. I put on a cheery smile. I real smile, I actually am enjoying my new job. 

"Hi, I am Nicole and I will be your waiter for this evening. What can I get you all?" 

One wearing a white polo shirt says a martini. Another ask for a beer, and one wearing glasses and a black button up shirt says, "Lemon water." 

I must have made a face because he then says, "I'm driving." 

I let out a nervous chuckle.  Did I really make a face? Man I need to get my body language under control. I return about three minutes later with their drinks while they place their food orders. Then I move to  the next group of people taking theirs'.

After the three men leave, I collect the hearty tip they left me and clear the table. A white napkin grabs my attention. Something is written on it. 

Here's my number call me. -Glasses 

A small grin forms on my face. I definitely will be calling him.

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So new characters. How do you feel about glasses and Krystal? I hope they are good people. Anywho, hope you liked this chapter. Be sure to comment and vote!!

P.S. Black Lives Matter!!!!

-TheRoach🖤