Saturday morning and I have to get up for work. At the restaurant....
I get dressed in my proper uniform, brush my teeth and put my hair into a ponytail and headed downtown.
- car ride over
I walked in through the front and dashed to my station.
"Look Chef Klaus we're gonna have a load of folks come up in here. Business workers and all so stay focused. Good luck."
"Yes sir."
I washed my hands and arms. I dried them off and kept my sleeves rolled up.
"Looking beautiful today Nara."
I turned around to see my chef buddy Danny.
"Thank you."
I blushed and continued grabbing materials.
"Okay here they come guys. Lets gooo!"
-
"I'm gonna need a Braised Leeks with Mozzarella & a Fried Egg."
I did as told and finished the dish in no time.
"These are for the table in the back. With the 7 young men in the back."
I saw Jack from the strip club and I choked.
"You okay?"
"Yea.."
They had ordered multiple of steaks and I don't know who ordered the fancy dish.
"Thanks and can I ha..."
He looked up at me and started coughing.
"Ainara? From the club."
"Yes haha."
"You work here?"
"Yep."
"Wow you look even more beautiful in a chef uniform. Do you cook?"
"Yep I made this Braised Leeks with Mozzarella & a Fried Egg."
"Oh my god. It looks delicious."
I blushed and the others just stared at me.
"I can't believe you're a stripper and you cook at the fanciest restaurant."
"Same."
"Oh um this is Sammy, Johnson, Ty, Nate, Swazz, and Mike. Oh Dillon too."
They all were sexy as fuck. I smiled and waved at them.
"Im Ainara. Nice to meet you guys."
"Nice you to meet you too sweetheart."
"So what are you guys doing here. Just having lunch!"
"Noo business meeting. We work with this record label. Jack & Jack Labels. Yea me and Johnson are the CEO'S. These are my workers/artists."
I gasped and they gave me a confused look.
"What that's like the biggest record label in LA. God why were you at the strip club if you do all of this. I never seen business men in strip clubs before."
"Well it was my birthday so I mean why not. But I loved the surprise you gave me that day. The way you were twirling on that pole. Damnn!"
I shhed him and some old business men turned around.
"You're a stripper?"
One of them asked and I kept quiet.
"I asked a question young lady!"
I turned my attention to him and gave him a stern look.
"I prefer not to give out my business."
"Well I don't want some diseased stripper touching my food."
"EXCUSE ME. I DO NOT HAVE A DISEASE. STAY OUTTA MY BUSINESS."
"Yea please stay out of her business." Jack G said.
"Mr. Gilinsky please turn around and eat your food. I'm talking right now. I know your dad and he wouldn't be so proud of you talking to diseased strippers."
"FOR THE SECOND FUCKIN TIME I'M NOT A DISEASED STRIPPER."
My ghetto side was coming out and I dashed his drink into his face. Tears fell down my cheek and I stomped to the back.
"What the hell is going on?"
I looked at my boss and told him everything.
-
Currently the cops were here and the restaurant had been cleared out. The old bitch called the cops on me and made up a big ass lie. Saying I spit in his food and I'm a diseased stripper. Well I am a stripper but not diseased.
"Sir I don't think this is all necessary!"
My boss said and I agreed.
"Mr. James you're gonna have to fire her or we shut down your business." The cop said and I made that 'bish whet' face.
"But officer sh.."
"Mr. James its one or the other?"
He turned to me and I gave him a look of concern.
"I'm so sorry Ainara. You're fired."
I shook my head and started crying. Jack and his friends were still here. He came over and hugged me and I pushed him away.
"I CAN NOT FUCKIN BELIEVE THIS."
I walked back in grabbing my stuff and throwing the apron down. My chef mates said their goodbyes and I returned it.
This is like leaving Master Chef.
Face claim "Erika Tham"
