Somewhere Only We Know ((On Hold))

Chapter 5: Secret Job

Secret Job

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Paul threw my new uniform at me which was just a pair of black shorts and my waitressing top.

"You're kidding me, right?" I asked not sure if he was serious or just playing a sick joke. Why do I have to show this much leg to a bunch of drunk people.

"No, now go change, you go on in ten minutes." Paul said as he walked away without allowing me to have a word in.

I breathed a heavy sigh. I can't believe I'm doing this. I got dressed and took a moment to look in the mirror in the wormen's bathroom. I secured my hair up in a ponytail and had my waitress shirt tucked into the shorts he gave me. These shorts no doubt flattered me but still, I would think this would be a bit inappropriate for this audience. The length reached all the way below the cheeks of my behind. I am definetly not bending over anytime soon in these, I thought. Paul did tell me previously that he wanted us to try something new, something that could bring a larger audience into the restaurant. I just didn't know that somehting meant sexy. I'm just praying to God no crazy guy is going to get his eye full and thinks he can touch.

I headed towards the side stairs that lead towards the stage.

The anouncer presents my first name to our half-a-house full of customers in the lounge. I ran up the stage steps as the music started playing "I'm Your Baby Tonight", sung by Whitney Houston. I grabbed the microphone off the stand and hearing the beat of the music, I instantly felt my body being taken over. I started to sing and sway my hips to the flow of sound. The audience was hypnotized by the melodic tone of my voice. It always happens when I'm working up here on stage. I felt powerful and sensual, I felt alive and I felt as if I was reconnecting myself with my mother again.

I remember the old white house with green shutters always filled with music. The halls echoing with my mother's angelic voice; ringing like the sound of a bell. The nights she sang me to sleep with the lullaby she made just for me. The memories I buried deep in the back of head flooded and I pushed them away.

I continued to dance and sing and I had the audience eating out of the palm of my hand. I felt as if I was a different person, my body felt as if I was being possessed by an unknown spirit by the hypnotic sounds. My hips swayed and moved gracefully across the stage until I found myself down from the stage at eye level with the people, walking between tables still singing, and walking toward the men who decided to stand instead of being seated. I found one stranger who I decided to make my victim.

While singing, I teased him by lightly rubbing my body against him. I turned my back up against him and sang, "I feel like an angel, who just started to fly," and glided my backside up and down his front teasingly. I haeard a low growl off to my side, I didn't know where it came from but my instinct took away my wild side and I walked away from the stanger before he was able to make any contact with me. I seductivly walked away and went back on the stage.

As I walked to the kitchen after in the back I had to work my around the audience. The ones who were standing; men and women, all came and complimented me.

"You did a wonderful job."

"You have a great voice."

"You have a beautiful voice."

"I love that song!"

"I love your outfit."

"Your mother would be proud."