I love my job. Did you here that. It's called sarcasm. I really REALLY love my job. I work at a bar and not as a bar tender. As a shot girl I wear a short skirt and a v neck. But the benefit is I get alot of money in tips.
Yes it's break time! I walk outside and feel the crisp winter air it's almost spring time. I hate spring it means more people show up to the bar.
"Hey what is a sexy shot girl doing out here in the wind," a man said. He came were I could see him. He was about 6'3 with dark brown hair and bright green eyes. He gave me his jacket and walked me inside.
"Who are you," I said.
"Jaxon Bird who are you?"
"Madison Short."
"Can I buy you drink."
"Sure." He is really sexy
"Can I get your number."
"657-4380."
"Come with me I have to show you something." He brought me to his car and shoved me in. He locked me in my seat and drove off really quick. It was kind of sexy, the glimpse of bad boy in his eye.
I had just been kidnapped and I don't have my phone with me.
