Die For It

Prologue

"Yo, can I get another shot?" A guy that had already had too many drinks had asked. He motioned for me to come back to his table.

I sighed and mentally rolled my eyes as I walked to his table.

Why doesn't he just buy an entire bottle already? This is my fifth time serving him.

I poured his shot into his glass and walked away quickly and tried to get lost in the crowd before he could call out to me again.

As you likely have guessed, I'm a bottle girl and I'm at everyone's service.

I glanced down at my Apple Watch to catch the time, which read 12 A.M, "Only three more hours." I said aloud as I walked to the bar to retrieve more bottles since the ones I have are relatively empty.

The moment I stepped foot away from the bar I was getting called again, left and right, as usual for every night.

I initially didn't even want a job like this, but in desperate times you'd be surprised what you'd do. After submitting multiple job applications for regular retail jobs and barely making rent, this job replied back to my application and I immediately accepted what they had to offer.

It isn't the worst job in the world, I get to dress in sexy clothing of my choice—which is surprisingly my style since I have a great sex appeal but it is also highly enforced since this is such an upscale club and a lot of celebrity appearances are made here. I'm also generously paid and the tips are great too. I just hate these randoms hitting on me, it disgusts me.

I've been here for 6 months but doesn't mean I'm used to it.

"Can I get—" the same guy that has been working my nerves since earlier had started

"I got him, girl." Sheila said

Sheila is one of my favorite coworkers. We're just alike and when she senses I'm not in the mood to handle these obnoxious drunks anymore, she steps in and takes over.

"Ay babe, can I get a bottle?" Another guy yelled

I turned to walk in his direction and to his table.

He was seated with two other men and all three of them had on street wear clothing and flashy jewelry. I was intrigued.

"What would you like? These are the specials for tonight, also highly favored." I said, allowing them to get a better view of the bottles.

"Just leave the tray here." The guy in the middle said, he was the only one talking the entire time.

He passed over two hundred dollar bills, "Keep the change." He said

I smiled, "Enjoy the rest of your night." I said and stuffed the money in my waist belt as I walked away to refill my tray.

When I made it back to the bar I refilled my tray with tonight's specials.

"They giving you hell out there, ain't they?" The bartender Manny asked me as he wiped out the glasses with the towel on his shoulder. Manny is the bartender, he's real cool. He helped me get a feel of this place when I first got here. I was intimidated by the large capacity of people that'd be here and all of them calling out to me at once was uncontrollable at first.

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, yes they are. I'm exhausted, I don't think my feet can take anymore." I whined

"It's almost over. Hey, just do what everyone else does, go hide in the break room for the remainder of your shift. Y'know Dee is probably somewhere in his office snorting some type of substance and fuckin' on Draya." He said

I snickered, "I knew she was messing around with him, just never had proof now you're my proof and now I gotta talk to her to see if she'll tell me."