Pleasing

<5

JENNIFER POV

"Guys, don't!" I hear behind me.

I ignore it and continue the drinks. I turn around and slide them their order. $20.

"Don't you get bored? Me and my friends are a lot more fun." One of them sighs with sarcasm at me. I shake my head no.

"Can you fucking speak?" they bark at me, and I flinch, sliding down the counter to get the rest of the others' orders.

"I want a rum and coke. Simple." The one with the thunderous voice speaks, and I sigh. Easy. I grab a small cup and slide the ice, coke, and rum in it.

"Here." I smile gently. I stay where I am since most of the drinks don't need much.

"You know, speaking would be nice. Or a noise." He grumbles.

I shake my head and look up—only to get a splash of liquid on my torso. I gasp and look up at the two smirking.

"Ohh, we got the bunny to make a noise! Sorry for... the mess." He shrugs, and I blink.

I look at the girl covering her mouth from a smile. I look down, seeing my white shirt and bra curl into a coffee brown. My vision gets blurry as I walk past the bar to the bathroom.

Holy shit.

I bump into people, quickly saying sorry. I stumble a bit from feet but retreat from the bumping. Hands wrap around my waist and I gasp, continuing to try and move.

"You smell so good. You look so good..." I hear behind me.

"I—sorry, but um... I—" I stutter, trying to get out of his grip.

"Do you taste as good as you look?" he snickers, and I shake my head, letting my tears come out. I dig my nails into his wrist, trying to get out.

"Come on! You can't walk around smelling and looking so delicious. We both know you want someone to taste y—"

"That's enough, Landon." I hear, and I shake my head.

Double‑teamed? Nice work, Jennifer.

"Why? She—no, this one is mine." They chatter, and I finally get out of his grip as I quickly walk away. My head kills right now.

Another pair of arms wrap around me, but only from my arm.

"P-please do—"

"Chaton." I hiccup, shaking my head even more.

No.

"Look at me. I'm right here." He coos, turning me around. "Oui?" he hums.

His eyes scatter over my body with furrowed eyebrows.

No.

He quickly slides me through his suit jacket.

"No." I croak out.

"Respire." He hums, grabbing my hands and walking me somewhere. All I can do is cry and shake and be a dang baby.

Why? I always try and convince my peers to trust me! I can't even do a simple job. Why?

"Tell me what happened, oui?" he says, setting me in a back room.

"I-I can't." I mumble, crying even more.

"That's fine, my love. Let me take y—"

"No!" I yelp, moving away. "I don't— I can't go home!"

Panic runs through my body, and I look up slowly to see Marcel looking down at me already. My chest was heaving, and I drop my head.