Rhenna

ELEVEN

"I'm setting you up with some base rules". Simon was saying. I was only half listening though, because my attention was on Mandy.

She was 'trying' to show me how to put together a espresso martini.

"No fighting!" Simon had to raise his voice just to get the meaning across. Or maybe he just enjoyed shouting at me?

"He wont". Mandy scowled, half annoyed by Simon's presence. "I'll keep an eye on him".

"There's one more thing".

I should've said NO. Right then and there.

Simon held up a forrest green apron. "Employees wear uniforms".

Although he wasnt smiling,I could vagualy sense the smirk in his voice.

"Whatever". I uttered, snatching the thing away from him.

Money is pain.

Little did I know that putting on that uniform would screw up my entire night, badly.

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I managed to earn enough of Mandy's trust by nightfall. I was allowed to work alone, without her constantly hovering over my shoulder.
The drinks were pretty easy to make. My only mess up-when someone ordered the wrong drink. I was blamed for the confusion.

Assholes.

I even got a few compliments (mostly from girls)

"Your popular". Mandy said coming up from behind. She spared me a look then continued with her work.
I shrugged.

The attention was a little overrated. I mean, seriously, there had to be better looking guys out there. Guys with flattering muscles. Guys with big blue eyes and perfect jawlines.
(Not that my jawline isnt good or anything)

I'm just saying.

"Did Simon say how much he's paying you?"

"Nope". I popped the P.

"Its under the table".

So I'd be getting hard cash. That worked just fine for me.

I wasnt exactly capable of setting up a banking account.

It was smooth to say the night was going alright.

That is.

"Can I get a topper hon".

I threw a glance in Mandy's direction. She had her back to the new comer, totally oblivious.

Not that it mattered.

I realised, after a moment, the guy was talking too me.

Honey?

The man was probably in his early twenties. His hair was an ugly blonde and slicked off. He was a slime ball.

I placed a napkin infront of him. In a dull voice I asked, "What do you want?"

He placed both his hands beneath his chin and leaned closer. His gold eyes sparkled as he answered, "Blowjob".

Alright this guy was pissing me off.

Play it cool Elin. You promised Mandy. No. Fighting.

"Whipped cream?" I could hardly keep my tone down.

"Yes,please".

My movements were jerky as I made the drink. All my muscles were tense. My knuckles burned with the need to hit something.

Mandy was off serving someone else so I was on my own. That was both good and bad.

I finished with the blow-drink and-not so gently- set it infront of the man.