HeartThrob Hotline [h.s]

𝟬𝟭 - 𝗧𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘀 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁

Baby, be the class clown
I'll be the beauty queen in tears
It's a new art form, showin' people how little we care
We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear
Let's go down to the tennis court

[Tennis court
Lorde]

WC: 6253

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Would you like a drink sir?" Faking a smile all day actually hurts, who would've thought? If i had of previously known how pervy and borderline sex addicted old men with a love for tennis were, I probably would've never even taken this damn job. I need the money though and unsurprisingly, these old men who attend one of the most infamous country clubs in the Hamptons know how to spend their money and they know how to spend it well. In my opinion, tipping $100 just because I bent over a little more when handing out a scotch is a little extreme but who am I to dictate how someone spends their money? I'm definitely not going to start complaining.

"I've been looking for one of these girls all day." The man comments with a smirk to his friend, acting like i'm not standing right in front of him with a tray full of drinks that need to be handed out. "I'll take a whiskey, Honey" I shiver slightly at the nickname but continue to keep the smile on my face. I need the money is what I keep reminding myself.

I grab one of the ice-cool whiskey glasses and set it down on the glass table the two men are sitting at before I turn to face the second man. "And you, sir?" Putting on a higher pitched voice so I seem sweeter to men is also incredibly tiring. It's not exactly a requirement but more so part of a set of unspoken rules that the girls have to follow.

Always tug your skirt up so it sits nicely on your thighs, have a smile on your face at all times so you seem approachable, re-apply your minimalistic makeup every few hours, more often in the summer to avoid smudging or running, no visible body hair, make yourself seem more appealing so the men will tip and pay more money, ie; higher voice, bat your eyelashes and look innocent.

Personally I find it incredibly unnerving how in order for these men to find me and the other girls who work here attractive, I have to make myself look and sound like a little girl. It's also unnerving that most of these men have daughters older than me but yet they continuously stare at my ass and tits as I walk up and down the tennis court, asking if they want refills. I suppose it's just another part of the job description.

"By any chance are you on the menu?" The second man laughs as he licks his lips, looking me up and down, almost as if he wants me to be his next meal. Fake it till you make it. "Unfortunately not! But I can offer you a glass of champagne or some complimentary crackers and cheese or one of our very popular charcuterie boards, if you'd like, of course?" I offer instead, laughing his comment off, trying not to show how much his words disgust me.

"A charcuterie board? Can we get some white wine with that too, Doll. Charge it to my card, the last name is Williamson." The first man, who's last name I now know to be Williamson asks. At least now I know who to report to HR when I have the chance. "Of course!" I say enthusiastically, putting on my best 'customer service voice' as I write down the order and name so I can give it to the bar staff. "I'll be back in two shakes of a lambs tail." I smile falsely again.

I hope I used that expression correctly.

Walking back up from the court to the bar I can't help but notice the lack of younger men here, down at the tennis court at least, I suppose I get it though. It's an expensive club to get into and i'm sure unless their mothers or fathers attend they wouldn't want to waste money here, unless they were trying to pick some of the girls that work here and they really enjoy playing tennis then there really is no reason to be down at this part of the club. The rest of the place has it's perks, there's a spa, a pool, a games room and a lot more room for various different activities and if any young men do happen to come here, that's usually were they are. Maybe I should've taken that job at the golf course instead.