Deviance

Chapter 5

They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. The only thing that can show true expression. It used to be my favourite part about people. One look in those unending pools of theirs and you could catch a glimpse of who they truly are.
But after my first few hours of training, I absolutely hate people's eyes!
Staring. Judging. Summing up. Objectifying. That's all the eyes within the walls of Pureza have been doing ever since I came in for my training this morning.
I am currently in the lounge area behind the bar, cleaning the countertop. So far, the physical labour itself wasn't unforgiving, it was the members of the club that really got to me. Our work uniforms were made to hug our curves tightly and the sleaze balls could not stop ogling us as they smoked their cigars and drank their whiskey.
"Don't let them get to you. They are all just a bunch of assholes." I heard a soft female voice say from beside me.
"That is an understatement." I rolled my eyes, making the girl laugh.
"I'm Tiffany, by the way. I am unfortunately also on the cleaning staff." She stretched out her right hand towards me.
"It's nice to meet you, Tiffany. I am Auburn and I am also unfortunately condemned to clean up after these pricks." I said with a smile as I shook her hand.
Tiffany was a petite blonde girl. She couldn't be much older than me, but she had a look in her eyes that told me she had seen some things in her short life so far. She was short, probably 5 foot 3 and had smelled like vanilla.
I was temporarily transported back to the rave. In that bathroom... with him. The soap dispenser I chucked at his head. The sickeningly sweet vanilla scent of the soap splattered on everything.
But I quickly pulled myself back to reality. I couldn't waste any time thinking about him... "Is this your first day? I haven't seen you around before."
"Yeah, you can probably smell the newcomer on me. I had my training this morning. This is actually my first shift." I smile at her.
"Well, welcome and I really hope you enjoy your time here."
"Thanks, but that might be asking too much. I am just going to keep my head down and work. I don't really care whether or not I enjoy it. I just need the money."
"I know what you mean. That's the reason I am here too."
I knew I liked her from the start. I can really see myself becoming friends with this girl. She is sweet and hardworking.
"So, what..." I was starting to say, but then a slimy voice interrupted me.
"Oh, are we having fun, girls? It's just strange because I don't remember paying you to chitchat." Freddy said as he stood on the opposite side of the bar with a condescending smirk on his face.
"I'm sorry." Tiffany immediately apologised and looked down, continuing to cut up the fruit in front of her.

"No, it's my fault. I was asking her how to properly polish the glasses. I didn't want to do it incorrectly." I quickly lied.
Something felt extremely off... Tiffany truly seemed afraid of him. I don't like the guy either, but there was pure terror in her eyes when he addressed us. It is unsettling.
"Is that true. Tif?" His gaze focuses on her. "Um... yes." She eventually manages to say.
"Okay then. Just don't let it happen again." I don't like how tense Tiffany is. It feels like I have a statue standing next to me. I make a mental note to subtly question her about Freddy later. I have a nagging feeling that there is a story there – one that I won't like...
"Oh, and Auburn, I need you to go prepare the penthouse for me. One of our biggest investors is going to have the room for the night. Everything must be perfect. See this as a little test for yourself. If you screw this up, you can just as well pack your bags and never come back."
I swallow hard. No pressure at all...
I send a small wave Tiffany's way before I go upstairs.
The penthouse on the top floor is huge! I have never seen such a fancy place in my entire life. It screams splendour and opulence. There are two massive bedrooms with king-size poster beds. It also includes a medium sized kitchen, two full bathrooms, a dining room, and a living room with a grand piano!
I can't believe that this is someone's reality. My idea of luxury is when I'd get an ice-cream with chocolate sauce at a fast-food place. It is strange to think that people live in such different worlds.
The morning cleaning crew had done most of the work in the penthouse suite. I just have to do the last few finishing touches, like making the beds, placing the robes and slippers in the closet, setting out the water and placing the tiny chocolates on the pillows.
Once I am finished doing everything that needed to be done, I stand back and smile at my hard work. It is stupid, but I take pride in the little things like the fact that I fluffed the pillows just the right amount so that they look inviting but not too fluffy.
I check my watch and see that it is almost 8 o'clock. Freddy didn't specify when the guest would be here, but it would be best if I leave before they got here. So, I head for the door, but not before examining the extravagant rooms one last time.
I still can't get over it! The marble floors are so shiny that you can see your reflection in it. It is like looking in an actual mirror! Woah, the floor is also very slippery from all of the polishing. That gives me an idea...
I run and glide across the floor with very little friction. I giggle in bliss. It feels like I am skiing on ice!
I feel like I deserve a little bit of fun after all of my hard work. It must be my inner-child rearing her little head.
I run to build up some speed again and prepare to do one last slide towards the door before I leave. But my toe gets stuck on the space between two tiles, and I lose my balance. I try to regain control of my own body, but I can't seem to. With flailing arms and legs, I crash into the dining room table.
Fuck! Shit! Fuck shit!