The Frequency Of Compulsion/GXG/ Grip The Series: Book One

THIRTY

K E E Y A

The sound of softly playing music whispered throughout the practically empty club along with the barely audible conversations between the few people downstairs.

CLOSING TIME

A sigh left me as I entered the last private room for the night, and thankfully it ain't seem as dirty as the others. It was dirty enough though that I was gon spend a few minutes up in here, especially since I was the only one doing the private rooms tonight. Jerome had the bathrooms and Dwayne had the main floor, but these private rooms and them bathrooms were the worst of it. I had two trash bags of shit, one with garbage and the other with shit people left behind.

Here I was picking up more liquor bottles, and another fucking food box.

Who the fuck eat wings while getting a lap dance?

Cleaning this place up made you lose faith in humanity, especially when you started to find the weird shit. Thankfully I ain't find no weird shit I couldn't explain tonight—just the expected, but that ain't make it no better. I moved deeper into the room grabbing another two empty bottles from behind the chair while sweat ran from my hairline, making me realise just how hot I was, and the hoodie I was wearing wasn't helping.

I only had it on because I had worked the door tonight, and even though inside ran hot, outside was cold, but now that I was here in this heat I was feeling the effects of this hoodie. I moved over to the bag, tossing the bottles inside before making quick work of removing my hoodie and tying it around my waist.

I knew better than to put my hoodie down anywhere in here.

Now standing in only my grey sweatpants and wife beater, I felt a whole better. I wasn't cold, but I also didn't feel like I was gon drown in my sweat in a few minutes any more and pass out, and that's what had me moving over to the chair, pulling out it's cushion and as expected that's where the bullshit was, the reason I wore gloves.

There were tissues that had God knows what on them, and...a wedding ring. I decided to start with the ring as I lifted it up, knowing someone would be back for this soon, which had me resting it against the arm of the chair as I made quick work of gathering up those tissues. As I did, the sound of footsteps whispered over the chatter and laughter that could be heard from downstairs, and it had me looking back just in time to see.

PULSION

"Hey," She greeted, now changed out of what I had seen her in earlier, she was in something a lot more comfortable sum black sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt.

"Hey," I replied as I turned, moving to the trash bag and at the sight of what was in my hands she looked as disgusted as I felt, but it had an idea coming to mind, so the second I dropped them tissues in the bag I reached out for her and she avoided my hand just as quick, looking pissed.

"Don't play with me," She stated, and I chuckled as I moved back to the chair ready to push the cushion back in.

"It's y'alls peoples that did this," I told her while securing the seat cushion back in its designated spot.

"You play too much," She voiced with a bit of amusement in her voice this time as I lifted the ring off the chair's arm ready to put in the trash bag with lost stuff. "That a wedding ring?"

"Yeah," I voiced as I tossed it in the bag, looking up to her with my full attention while pulling off my gloves carefully.

"You not gon wipe the room down?"

"You disgusted now?"

"Yeah, I am," She told me honestly and the look on her face confirmed it, making me smile.