Trust Issues

Chapter 5: Fearful Thoughts

Yet a again another tiring 9pm-3am shift. Today I stepped out of my comfort zone and wore a tight, body hugging black dress with thin straps. Paired with my black wedges that I can survive a shift without dying in. My hair was in a sleek ponytail since I did not have much time to style it today, with all the preparations I have been making for Cat's birthday. I wore my favorite small gold hoops, and very minimal makeup (just enough to look alive.)

It was extra busy this Saturday night because a well known band was coming to do a show. I had no idea who they were, but according to Catherine they are pretty big. I scurried about getting drinks and food to all their respective tables.

We were supposed to have one more pair of helping hands, but she's late.

"Ugh, where could she be it's already 30 minutes late. She never this late." Expressed Lily.

Jordan chuckled. "Probably trying to get her tits into her dress."

We all gave him intense, disapproving glares. I have not met this girl yet, but Jordan is known for saying some immature, crude comments.

His smile fell and he shrunk back into the bar away from the herd of women ready to hurt him.

"Fuck!" I heard from behind me.

We all turned around to see a young woman I was unfamiliar with, struggle to buckle her left heel.

"I am so sorry I'm late. My car wouldn't start and then I got stuck in traffic." Sounded a little bit like a fake excuse if you ask me. Especially considering there could not have been that much traffic at this time of the night.

"Okay quickly because I need your help! Rosalee this is CJ, CJ, Rosalee." We shared friendly smiles and hellos before getting back to work.

To say this girl's outfit was sexy is an understatement beyond proportions. She wore a tight body hugging dress, that reached just past the end of her butt, and the top was a wrap sort of style. Except the wrap, individually wrapped each breast, still leaving the underpart of them exposed. Her style was evidently very glamorous with the way her makeup was expertly done, with big black curls that fell beautifully over her shoulders. Definitely quite the sight.

I admired her from the bar as the rush had slowed down. Jasmine stood beside me.

"The nights she works, practically no one else gets tips." She nods her head gesturing to Rosalee.

"I can imagine, how do I compete with that." I chuckled sarcastically.

Jasmine kept her focus intently on me in silence.

So I said something. "What?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking you don't need to worry. You've got no competition new girl, trust me." Adding a wink as she went to serve a customer.

I could feel my face getting hotter so I kept myself busy by going to clean the tables.

***

I walked out of the back door, waving good bye to some of the kitchen staff who walked towards their parked vehicles. Lately I have gotten more comfortable with taking the bus at 3am, and it's actually a pretty quick ride. I guess I felt more confident in general after having the same work routine for about a month and a half now.

As I walked through the parking lot, I hear the voice of none other than Jasmine.

"Yo new girl!" She jogged up to me.

She stuffed her hands in her sweatpants pockets. "Where you going this early in the morning?"

"Taking the bus home." I answered casually.