SUGARCANE | JJK

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                  IT WAS SAFE TO SAY THAT EVEN BEING A BOTTLE GIRL was not for the weak. Logan had been 4 hours into a shift when her feet started to feel as though they were going to cave into the ground, her knees hurting more than they had in her entire life. "You look like you're about to tip over," Megan said, approaching her just as she had taken a seat at the bar along with her tray that was responsible for holding the drinks that she carried throughout the club. She took a look back at Megan with a reassuring smile, knowing that how "uppity" her clothes appeared was different from her usual attire. She was used to wearing office clothes and now here, her breasts were overflowing from her top with a skirt so tight it felt like it was going to cut her circulation.

"I'll be fine, I promise! Just let me get the hang of this," Logan pleaded, going to stand on her feet again before Megan placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Logan was used to doing the most in order to please her employer, showing her dedication no matter how hard or complicated the job would be. When Nayeon first brought her for the interview, she had dressed better than half the people who had come for one beforehand. Megan was sweet and beyond gorgeous, so in the beginning she felt intimidated by someone who was supposed to be giving her a job. Unlike her former employer, however, Megan reassured her that she had no reason to be nervous or worried. The two of them shared a glass of champagne over the desk during their interview and before she knew it, she was to come in that following night before the buzz happened.

Megan had promised to show her the works of the nightclub on the "lesser" of busier nights but it was approaching 6:00 pm and she could've sworn that she had served well over 50 drinks and had at least touched $150 in tips. It was packed in here. Megan swore throughout the shift that it could get busier. With the building being two floors overall, it had plenty of room to please its customers inside and outside. "You don't have to rush into working, Logan. I have a pair of shoes in the office that are comfortable and don't mess up the outfit." Megan said, leaning down to unbutton her shoes and assist her with walking to the office.

That was the difference between Aecha and Megan. She was much more compassionate, looked out for those who kept the entire building afloat. Logan stared at Megan in disbelief before sliding and standing from the bar, the feeling of the cold floor so refreshing to her sore soles. Another thing about The Chocolate Factory, it was surprisingly clean. As many people that had been in here, there seemed to be some running rule of expectation that this was a high stripper experience. Littering and other things that tarnished the building would simply get you banned from the entire lot. Megan had done some bragging about being in with the cops to reassure that this place was protected.

It sort of made Logan curious over her overall background for her to be a successful business. She was black like herself as well. Logan smiled as the two of them migrated throughout the club, collecting free bills that were being handed to her in the process. With the overprotective hold that she seemed to have on Logan as she walked, it almost set the reputation that she had been fresh meat in this establishment. Even in their walk alone, the money started to come quicker just from being associated next to the Boss Lady.

Nayeon intercepted the walk to the office and assisted Logan with her other arm, speeding things up a bit faster and sending her a reassuring smile. "You liking the job so far?"

"I'll be here until 2 am and I've made," Logan recounted the bills in her mind and the newest ones that had been placed on her waistband as she walked by. "I've made about $250 being in this place for an hour tops. Hell yeah I like the job!" She laughed.

Logan could tell that there was some relief to hearing that she felt that way. To be honest, had rent and bills not been due? Logan would've quit within her first 30 minutes of being on the shift. It was becoming a bit too much to walk in heels and serve drinks with the expectation of not spilling anything. Even with all that, being gorgeous and being natural had to be a must so that the tips could come a bit quicker. Had she not been a pageant girl when she was younger, this would've been 10 times harder. Megan pulled open the door to the office and ushered Logan inside, allowing her to get comfortable and rest the soles of her feet while she searched for a pair of comfortable wedges. "You can wear these for the first few weeks until you get used to the chaos!" Megan placed the shoes on the desk, surprisingly realized that they were just the perfect size. She also sat some pads to the side of the shoes so that there could be extra cushion due to the previous pain that she had been experiencing.