The Devil's Angel

1- In Which She Is A Basic Bitch

'In Which She Is A Basic Bitch'

"I want you to put your cute little mouth at the tip of my dick and slowly work your way down. And then I want you to carefully come back up again, no teeth and repeat until I explode in your mouth. And then I want you to swallow like a good kitten getting her fill of milk."

I bit my lip looking the guy over and deciding he was an asshole, but not a dangerous asshole. "I meant what do you want to drink." I reiterated tapping my pen on the small notepad I carried.

"But you have to admit, you got wet thinking about that scenario." he said with a smirk.

Not true.

I rolled my eyes. He was being a cliche sex addicted guy and I was beginning to get impatient. I was normally used to guys hitting on me but when they wouldn't give it up, it got kind of irritating.However, they tipped better if you didn't catch an attitude.

"If you're not ready, I could come back." I said already turning in my heels.

"Alright, shit. Let me get twelve shots. Tequila. Leave it open."

I sent him a smile as I grabbed his card and went to go put his order in. I was tired and my shift had just started. I looked around the club and noticed it was really packed. I would make some pretty good tips today.

Grabbing the tray with the drinks, I made my way back to the guy's table. I wasn't surprised to see he wasn't alone now and instead he had three new friends. 

"I was just telling them about you." The idiot said, grabbing two of the glasses. 

I sent him another wide smile, setting the tray on the table and trying to leave immediately. When one of his friends grabbed my wrist I sucked in my breath.

"Damn girl, why you not sitting up under some rich man right now?"

I tilted my head to the side. "I have work." I said simply. I could tell this table was going to be a problem.

"You should let me take care of you. You wouldn't have to worry about work no more."

I smiled. "I like my job. Thanks for the offer though." Still trying to be nonchalant, I pulled my wrist out of his grasp and walked to the back room.

I was lying. I didn't like my job. I hated it. I barely made enough money to pay all my bills and I got objectified all day. Plus the boss was a sick little pervert who tried to sleep with all of the waitresses.

"Hard night?"  My coworker Izzy asked as she counted through a wad of bills. 

"Sex crazed customers as usual." I said washing my hands trying to look busy.

"Girl, you have to embrace it. I just got fingered on the dance floor."

I widened my eyes. "What? By who?"

Izzy was just as sex crazed as all the customers in this place.

"By the tall redhead. He had mad skills too, if I do say so myself. Something about cumming in public really gets my rocks off."

I shrugged my shoulders. I was used to Izzy's ways by now. 

"Oh yeah, you're sat on twelve." She said applying her lipstick.

I quickly pulled my notebook back out and readjusted my skirt.

The dress code for Indigo waitresses was anything but modest. The black skirt barely went over my butt and the deep purple tube top was made out of leather and basically put everything on display. The entire outfit was complete with a black short bob wig, which I actually did like. It made me feel like I was in disguise. Still,  Indigo was one step up from a strip club. 

It was for rich assholes who wanted to pay for thrills. You only made good money if you were down to fuck and I wasn't.

Walking up to my table I placed a fake smile on my face. "What can I get you guys?" I said shouting slightly.

There was two guys sitting at the table. They looked sketchy. "We're looking for a waitress here. Amarlee Johnson."

It took all I had to keep the smile on my face. "I can't give out any personal info on my co-workers." I said even as my heart raced.

"How about yourself. What's you're name?"

I didn't bat an eye. "Izzy."

The buffer guy chuckled. "Okay, Izzy. You bring us your friend Amarlee, and we'll make it worth your time."

I shook my head taking a step back. "I'm sorry guys. policy."

Turning I made my way back into the back room and immediately went to my locker. I was hyperventilating. I was found. There was no way anyone was asking for me unless it was for him. 

I felt like I was safe as long as I stayed inside the club, and suddenly I didn't want my shift to be over so much.

Rushing back to my other table, I batted my eyelashes. "You guys still doing okay over here?"  asked in a sickly sweet voice.

"Another twelve." The first guy said in a surprisingly clear voice." And you can go ahead and close it."

I nodded, going to put his order in and then  bringing his card back to him. I debated giving table twelve to Izzy, but I knew that would blow my cover. 

I could already hear Hector yelling at me, "Has twelve been helped?!"

I groaned and walked back up to the table on shaking legs. "Are you guys sure I can't get you anything to drink?"

I studied them while they studied the menu. They were both very tall and well built, but not overly muscled. They wore expensive looking suits. One had light brown hair and the other had a wild mane of pitch black curls. He was actually really attractive and foreign looking.

"We will each have a beer. And we would like to speak to your manager." The dark haired man said with a sly smile."

I kept my composure. "Sure. I'll bring it right out." Then I scooped up their menus and spun on my heels.

I didn't put their orders in. Instead I went to the back and grabbed my purse. I wasn't stupid, I knew that they were going to ask Hector about me, and if they waved enough bills in his face, he wasn't going to bat an eye about outing me.

I left the wig on. I quickly pulled my hoodie over my head and Stuffed all of my tips for the night in my bag. After changing my shoes into sneakers I quickly made my way to the back door. I didn't waste time changing out of my skirt.

Once I was in the alley in the back of the club, I pulled out my phone. I was going to get a lyft. It was a good plan. 

"There you are Amarlee. We've been looking all over for you."

It was the dark haired man from the bar. However, he had dropped the fake American accent and was now speaking with a heavy Russian one.

My stomach fell. 

I watched as the other man walked up next to him holding a cellphone to his ear.

"They're on there way. Two minutes." He mumbled.

I let my hand fall to the inside of my purse. There, I curled it around my pepper spray. I was going to fight for my life.

"Don't try anything, Milaya." The dark haired guy said as he inched closer to me. "I'll only hurt you if I have to. "

I would have laughed, if my tongue wasn't as dry as a Popeye's biscuit.

I quickly pulled my pepper spray out widening my eyes . "I'll use it." My voice didn't sound confident.

The dark hair man paused, staring at the can in my hand. For a while, I thought that he would leave. Instead, he lifted his shirt and removed a gun from his belt line. "As will I, Milaya." he mumbled.

And that was when I fainted.