Body Language

Chapter Two: Yazmeen

I don't know why I am so nervous. I'm not dancing tonight, and even if I was it's not like it's my first time. I've been doing this for seven years. Put like that though, it sounds pretty pathetic.
I opened the door and was greeted by the same bouncer from earlier. "Hi. I didn't catch your name earlier." I said as he closed the door behind me. I can come off as a aloof bitch most of the time but that's because I'm guarded. I don't trust people to always have good intentions. But he seems like an Allright guy and I generally try to get along with my Co-workers, you never know when you might need one of them to have your back.

"Jason." He said cracking a smile for the first time.

"Yaz. Nice to meet you." I held my hand out for him to shake and he looked at me curiously before taking it. I gave him a firm shake and he chuckled. "What's so funny?"

"Your strange. Most of the girls either completely ignore me or try and flirt with me. Your acting like your auditioning to be my new best friend. I like you. You can be my amiga." He said while smiling.

"Great!" I said before waving at him and entering.

The club doesn't open for another hour so there weren't any customers but the bartender was already behind the bar preparing and the DJ was in the booth. I was surprised to note that the bartender was female. She nodded at me as I passed. Not sure on where I should go I headed for Nikolai's office. I knocked on the door and waited for him to say come in. He was talking on a cell phone in Russian and he motioned for me to wait a minute. I nodded and stood there quietly so as to not disturb his phone call. He laughed at something the person on the line said and then replied something back. He then wrapped the phone call up and turned to me. "Just Yaz." He said.

"I wasn't sure where the changing room was and if the waitress have a uniform or not." I told him.

He nodded. "I'll show you to the locker room and yes there is a unoform."

Nikolai showed me the locker room and handed me a uniform which consisted of either a very short dress, a very short skirt, or shorts with your ass hanging out. I took the shorts because I have a fantastic ass. The uniform was completed with a corset top. I changed into the uniform and put on my own heels that I had brought from home. After that it's makeup and then showtime.

Working the floor as a waiter at a strip joint isn't all that challenging. It's not like we serve food and most of the guys are to busy being obnoxious and loud while they ogle the girls to worry about getting more than three drinks. The ones who are there solely to drink, and the girls are a nice plus, sit at the bar so no waitress needed. By one am though my feet were killing me. The clientele here is more upper class businessmen and they were making me work for it. They came in groups and had me going back and forth getting them new drinks.

The music was pumping loud and there were half  dressed girls all over the place and naked ones on the stage. I noted earlier though I didn't see any sexual acts accuring on the main floor. It was common to see some one getting a blow job or girls having their vaginas fondled right on the main floor in the kitty kat. Here I didn't even see any lap dances. When I asked Lydia, the bartender, about this she told me all other acts occur in one of the dozen rooms on the second floor.

I was at the bar getting a booth of five their drinks when Lydia came over to me. "In the corner booth, section two. Hurry and go take his order." She said.

I looked at the tray of drinks I was supposed to be bringing to the wall street guys then back at her. She grabbed them from me and signaled a petite Asian girl named Lyn over. She shoved the tray at her and told her to bring it to the table. "Now you get over there." She told me.

I laughed. "OK pushy." I already knew that me and Lydia were going to get alomg. Since my shift started she's been helping me get the lay of the land, and she is actually really sweet. When she's not being pushy. I made my way over to the corner booth. It was as private as you could get without being in one of the second floor rooms. It sat in the back partially covered by one of the smaller stages. I assume this is where people sit when they actually just want to be alone and have a drink. I pasted a smile on my face as I rounded the corner and stopped. The smile I had faltered a little but I kept it in place. Dear Lord this man was screaming sin and seduction. He had dark hair and even darker eyes. They reminded me off the sea at midnight. He wore black framed glasses but he took them off as he studied me. I could feel his eyes running all over me, my head, face, breast, crotch, legs, and then slowly up again. My throat felt dry and my lips cracked. I licked my lips preparing to speak.