Stellar

Doughtnut Know What To Do.

Sydney's POV

I stepped out of the bathroom stall I had been trying to calm myself down inside only to see my boss standing right in front of me leaning against the counter.

I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. The last thing I needed was to get in trouble after what just happened.

I was completely devastated. I had no idea of how I was going to explain myself even though I really didn't have to explain a thing.

"Sorry David," I said as I stepped up to the counter next to him to wash my hands. "I just-"

"I saw what happened." He interrupted me and sighed. "Look, shit like this happens sometimes. I don't know who he was but if he thinks you're a bad person because you work here then he's an asshole."

I couldn't help but laugh a little. He definitely was an asshole but that wasn't why. "Yeah, I know."

"Listen, someone came back and dropped off three hundred dollars for you and called a cab for you as well so you can go home if you want. You work too damn much anyway. I can tell you're tired."

I turned and looked at him in complete shock. "Who the hell did that?"

He shrugged. "They didn't tell me but, fuck it. It's 300 dollars and few extra hours of sleep, right? I know the cab driver and told him to take you straight home just in case it was some creeper trying to kidnap you or some shit."

My boss really was an awesome guy. Think what you want about a place like the one I worked in but he made sure we were all treated right. The club was clean, classy and if anyone attempted to touch us they were never able to set foot in there again. For a girl like me, that place was fucking golden.

"Okay, I'll go home," I nodded, rubbing my right temple. I felt a huge migraine coming on.

A few minutes later I found myself in the back of a cab headed back to our apartment instead of walking home alone around the creepy people at 6 AM like usual.

I kept going over what happened in my head. The look on Dan's face, the look on Phil's face. I don't know why I never expected something like that to happen. It was just my luck.

It wasn't really that I was ashamed of what I did. I wasn't some crack whore selling her pussy on the corner every night. I danced in a club where I only showed my boobs and gave lap dances. Yeah, it's not exact socially acceptable but B and I wouldn't have anywhere to live if I wasn't making that money and I definitely would not be in school.

But now that Dan and Phil knew, I had to tell B. I felt like I knew her pretty well and that if I was right, she wouldn't flip the fuck out on me or anything but it's never easy to look at someone you consider your best friend and say, oh hey I've been lying to you for the past few months and I'm secretly taking my clothes off every night for money.

The cab came to a stop and I looked up to realize we were at mine and B's building. Holy tits, I was so nervous. How exactly was I going to go about telling her? I was just hoping she didn't react badly because I was in desperate need of someone to talk to about what happened to me.

I thanked the cab driver before climbing out with my purse and bag filled with the clothes I normally would've changed into to come home. I hadn't bothered changing out of the clothes I was dancing in because I didn't have to walk home and I just wanted to get there.

It was a little after 2 am and I didn't even know if B was awake or not. I think part of me might have been hoping she was asleep so I wouldn't have to do what I had to do. I felt like I was having to go confess something to my Mom or something.