Scars

One

"Nat!" Ashton yelled from downstairs.

I rolled my eyes and pulled on a big t-shirt, so I wasn't naked and walked downstairs.

"What?" I asked after I walked downstairs.

"I'm inviting the boys over, we're borrowing your hot tub," Ashton smirked, "put clothes on."

"Fine, whatever, but don't be gross. No girls," I instructed as I turned to walk back upstairs.

I got back to my bedroom and got dressed for work. I put on a black lace bodysuit that barely covered my boobs and some leather pants. The perk of working at The Codename is that it taught me how to own my body and highlight my assets. It's given me a different kind of confidence I never used to have. Granted, getting hit on by hundreds of sleazy guys doesn't exactly make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, but it's the kind of attention I never used to get at all.

I straightened my hair and did my makeup before I pulled up some black heeled boots that went over my knees. They are my favorite pair of heels and the guys tend to love them too. I tied my boots tightly behind my thighs and put on my leather choker. My scar is on the side of my neck and I don't let it being so on display, so I wear this same thin leather band choker every night. If I keep my scar covered, no one can talk about it. And I get comments about the choker pretty often, so you can't argue with whatever means earn me more tips.

I pulled on my leather jacket and grabbed my bag, before walking into the bro-fest happening in my kitchen.

"Hey Lena, looking good," Luke winked at me.

"Hey Lucas," I smirked.

"You going to work dressed like that? Or you just trying to get me into your bedroom," Luke asked with a smirk.

"In your dreams, pretty boy," I scoffed, grabbing a strawberry from the bowl in front of Ashton.

"Dude, she's my sister," Ashton shoved Luke's shoulder, "and she would kick your ass."

"And you have a hot sister, it's not my fault," Luke chucked.

"Keep it in your pants," Ashton warned, "have a good night at work little sister, keep your pepper spray on you."

"Always," I smiled, "don't trash my house, and don't drink all of my booze."

"We won't," Ashton chuckled, kissing the top of my head.

I walked out of my house and sat behind the wheel of my Audi R8. This car is my baby. It's a hot car, and I love this car. It's silly, being such a material thing that really doesn't change anything or have any actual meaning, but man I love this car. I drove about fifteen minutes away to The Codename.

The Codename is a nightclub, here in my hometown of Greenville, North Carolina. I know, North Carolina doesn't exactly scream night club scene, but we stay pretty busy every night. We're open every night of the week, open later Friday and Saturday. I've been working at The Codename for years now, and my best friend, Anastasia, is my co-bartender. Every night we have the same routine and we thrive, feeding off of each other's energy. My parents used to say that Stas was a bad influence on me, but we were equally a bad influence on each other.

I parked my car in the back lot and walked in through the employee entrance. I found my locker and put in my combination, putting my leather jacket and bag away. I slipped my phone into the waistband of my pants and walked out to the club floor. At The Codename, there are usually a few cocktail waitresses on every night, as well as Stas and I. Whenever someone orders bottle service, I have to stop what I'm doing behind the bar and bring it out to their table. Brian, our manager, doesn't trust the cocktail waitresses as far as he can throw them, so bottle service is my job. I climbed over the bar and walked behind it to start setting up for the night. Stas and I have an agreement, I set up the registers and she stocks the beer coolers, but we take care of the liquor together.