Savior. A Beynika Story

Chapter 1

Onika's POV

"Let me get another round," one of my customers said, pulling my hand to get my attention. I snatched my hand from his and smiled to make the movement seem less rude than it was.

"Your tab is about 400 dollars now," I whispered in his ear.

"Bitch do it look like I give a fuck. I got it," he yelled.

"Okay run up a check then," I smiled back. "Aye just look at the merchandise. No touching," I yelped as I felt a hand smack my ass.

"Sorry Barbie, that thang fat," he smiled coyly. It took everything in me to not show the disgust on my face. I smiled instead.

"I'll be right back, Meek." I proceeded to the bar checking on a few of my other tables as well.

"Aye, everybody shut the fuck up. It's Desire's birthday, and you know what we do on our girls' birthdays," the DJ shouted.

"Right in time, here," the bartender said, handing me a bottle with sparklers inside.

"I don't have time for that. I need another round for section 4," I said, putting the bottle down.

"What are you, a bottle girl, and what is that, a bottle. Go do your job."

"Boy who the fuck are talking to. I have a high paying section full of belligerent niggas. I need their drinks, because you know how those types get," I reiterated.

"Go to the stage with that bottle. I'll get Jhene to cover your section," he compromised.

"So now I'm going to have to cash Jhene out, along with you, the house, momma, the busboys and the bouncers. Man fuck off," I said picking up the bottle to go to the stage.

"Ain't nobody tell you to have all that ass. These niggas love you," he laughed. I didn't bother responding. My scowl turned into a smile as I approached Lauren.

"I don't even like this bitch," Lauren huffed.

"She don't like us either." I shrugged. Lauren hummed in agreement, the bottle girls circled the stage leaving a wide berth for the woman on the pole, as Two Chainz Birthday Song played. The girl on the pole, Desire, did a few flips and splits, while the crowd ate it up, throwing money left and right. Times like this made my job seem bearable. I thought back to meek's table. If he tips out the way he's supposed to, my tip for his table should be about 100 plus the little 20 dollar tips from five other tables I have right now. I have about 60 from my previous customers. I would be taking home about 300.  It was a slow night, but it's only Tuesday. I should be able to pay a bill or two from tonight though.

"All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe. Shake that shit Barbie," the DJ called, taking me out of my zone. I stuck out my tongue and found the beat to shake my ass to. I took my twerk to the ground, which was really trying my knees, but it was worth it for the cascade of money that poured down on the stage. I brought it up and got back in formation with the bottle girls, and the DJ called another girl to show off her skills.

"Aye ain't that your section," Lauren asked, pointing to Meek and his crew.

"Yeah, are they giving Jhene a hard time? I don't have on my glasses. I can't see that far," I asked. Instead of answering she jumped off the edge of the stage.

"Security," I heard her yell as she ran. I followed.

"Khaled, call security," I shouted to the DJ.

"Aye, I need them two boys to section four, but what we really need is for desire to fuck the shit up. Let's go, you a quarter century. We turnt," he said coolly.