Dance For Me

401

*Cassidy POV*

Another day at the club seems to be all that I do lately but I'm on a waitressing shift tonight.

Corbyn let's the girls have a few waiting shifts here and there so we aren't always on the pole. Even though we still have to wear skimpy outfits, I don't mind. You don't make as much in tips this way, but it's nice to give my legs a break.

"Table fours drinks" Daniel winks, handing me five beers.

I place the drinks on my small, round black tray and lift it above my head. I walk over to table four in the VIP section where I'm waitressing for the night and I set the tray onto the end of the table.

"How's your evening going, gentlemen?" I speak a little loud to have my voice be heard over the trashy song that plays for Trixi on the main stage

Trixi refuses waitressing shifts.

Five men in fancy suits sit at the table, not really paying attention to the dancers, but keep looking around to all the women walking around.

"I have a question for you, dear" A middle aged man smiles. He seems sweet, in his forties, short light brown hair and gentle blue eyes.

"Of course, how can I help?" I look up to the man as I place his beer in front of him

"How long have you worked here?" He grabs his drink, pulling it closer to the edge of the table

"Almost two months" I nod lightly, wondering where this conversation is going

"Is it a decent place to work at? How's the boss?" I grab my tray off the table and hold it to my chest.

Why is he asking about Corbyn?

"I like working here. The boss is a really great guy" I smile politely, ready to leave the table to serve the next

"Hey, we're all friends here, right? No need to lie" What's he on about?

"Dove!" Daniel calls from behind the bar

"Excuse me" Quickly spinning on the toes of my black stilettos, I speed walk to the bar

"Drinks for table nine" Daniel places down three shot glasses, filling each with a clear liquid

"Do you know the guys at four? Have they come here before?" I ask Daniel in a hurry

"Nah, I don't think so, why?" Daniel places the glasses on my tray and stares down the men I was just speaking to

"They were asking about how I liked working here, and about Corbyn-"

"Did they say his name?" Daniel interrupts, slamming the bottle of vodka onto the bar top

"No, they called him boss" I grab tightly onto the tray, watching Daniel stare down the five men that can't seem to keep their eyes on one place

"They're fucking cops" Daniel pulls out his phone, typing furiously on his phone before slamming it onto the bar top too.

I walk over to table nine, placing the shot glasses down on the table and walking away without saying a word. I can't seem to get my eyes off the men at table four, that Daniel claims are police officers.

"And next to the stage we have Rosa with a lovely 401" Daniel announces through the speakers and my head tilts hearing 401.

Scurrying to the bar, I walk around to stand beside Daniel, grabbing myself a cup of water. I hold it to my lips and elbow his ribs.

"What's 401?"

"What?- Oh, you haven't been here for one yet. It's just a warning for everyone that cops are here, so everyone is on their best behaviour" Daniel smirks, elbowing my side twice.