After Hours, Bunni-San

i

The lights were dimmed and it was only maybe 20 minutes til we closed. The black leotard of the uniform was digging into my chest and at this point, I was so sick of the rip off leather.

You'd think me being a guy, they'd give me a bit more of a clothed outfit but no, here I am. My ass sticking out for everyone to see, a cute little tail pinned to the butt of the outfit. The tights that covered, well at least attempted to, my legs were a sheer black to match the glossy pleather unitard.

The fucking heels were the worst part. I don't think I'd ever be percieved as the one who dominates when I'm strutting around in 10" platforms like i own the damn place.

Tonights guests were filtering out and our greeter, Lisa, was wishing everyone a good night. Slowly going from table to table, stacking loads of dishes on top of each other, I made my way back to the kitchen, the chef pleased yet again with the view he'd recieve every time one of us walked in.

I scoffed and made my way back out to the floor. Our last show of the night was starting in five and that meant the two newcomers were going to need to be seated quickly.

I asked a younger staff member, Tracy, to get them off and seated, which she complied to.

Lisa and Michiko both strode up to me and each placed a hand on my shoulders. "Last show girls, let's make tonights a banger like always."

As the lights flickered out, the small fog machine started up and the vapors appeared under our scattered guests feet.

Small leds flickered on as we made our way to the stage, where three glimmering silver poles sat, right central.

Clamping on, back to the pole with our arms reached above us, a reddened spotlight flashes on overtop and the music starts playing.

Throughout the entire routine, I noticed a single set of eyes. Being watched is fairly common. We're pole dancing for gods sake. But this? This was different. A good different.

While we did the floor portion of the routine, I lightly would run my gaze over the crowd until I could pinpoint the gaze. It'd drop every time i found it.

The stare belonged to a black haired male, who was sitting with an owlish looking boy. The two seemed to be mid college age, so around my age maybe?.

Shrugging, we finished up the show before the house lights flicked back on to the low setting they'd been resting on previously.

Sighing, i slid over the bar back to the wash station. Getting a rag and starting to wipe down the counter, i counted the customers left in the establishment.

2, 3, 4, okay maybe 10 people left? No big deal. 10 is an easy number to get out quickly. Promises of booze always got a drunken mind working.

As i made my way out onto the floor to clean off the long abandoned tables that held no more customers, I felt a hand lightly tap my shoulder.

Curiously looking up only enough to see who was trying to get my attention, i noticed it was the same black haired dude.

"H- hi."

Awh! His voice cracked- he must be nervous.

"Hey."

I stood up fully to face him.

"Y-you're really cute. Uh I don't really know how dates work but would you be interested in going on one... Maybe? Please?"

His eyes averted away from my own, his taller frame slumped to appear less threatening.

"Buy me dinner and you've got a deal!"

Smiling at the boy, i leaned back over the table to finish cleaning. Yet when he slapped my ass before leaving, it gave me a slight surprise.

He was acting all shy a minute ago... Was this some kind of dare?

Sighing, i shook my head and kept moving around, watching as stragglers left.

Give it the last five minutes to closing and the boy and his friend are still parked, chatting away.

Sighing before walking over, i placed a hand on my hip.

"So, we close in 5. If you two could please make your way out of the building soon, it'd be great."

The sarcasm oozed from the last statement. The black and white haired boy immediately shoved a paper at me.

"Kuroo dragged me here cuz he wanted to show you to me. He has like the most rediculous cr-"

'Kuroo' placed a hand over the boys mouth, effectively shutting him up.

"Im sorry about Bokuto. He probably gave you my number... Here i can take it bac-"

"Its fine."

"Wha?"

"Its fine. I really just need you two out soon."

"O-oh well we're on our way! Goodnight!"

I waved after the duo before turning to the counter to the tip jar. What i saw amazed me.

There was a hundred, sat perfectly on top with my name on a sticky note. Tips are split between all waiters/ waitresses working but if we got allotted a certain tip, we didn't gave to split that.

But a hundred dollars? Who'd spend that cash just for the sake of getting a few drinks delivered?

I shook my head, knowing I'd have to return the money.

After splitting the cash, we all took our tips, bid the shift manager goodnight and left.

Tonights haul was sad, to say the least.

Only 324.

On a good night we could make anywhere from 500 to 1k. Perks of waitressing at a sex joint i guess.

~~

Peeling off the tight, uncomfortable uniform, I hopped into the shower to erase some of the boozey smell from my body.

Grumbling about random nothings, I sat under the hot water, peacefully. When i deemed myself clean enough to go back to reality, i slipped the water off and emerged back into the cool air in the bathroom.

Drying and clothing myself, i pulled the slip of paper from my uniform that had Kuroo's number on it.

'Fuck it, why not.'

Picking up my phone, i tapped the number in before sending a quick 'hey.'

'Hopefully he'll see it.'

Slipping the charger into the port, i sat it down on my nightstand and turned on silent mode. Pulling my MacBook out, i switched on the latest episode of Sherlock, tuning into the voice of Benedict. With a smooth British voice in my ear, my mind was soon lolled to sleep and my body relaxed to follow it.

<i waitress. I'm using my experience in the job as a reference for this book. Please do not correct me. The system is literally based off my current job.>

<i don't work at a strip club>