Nothing but bad luck over the last while. Lost my boyfriend, lost my roommate, and on the verge of losing my apartment. I needed a win. I needed a Saturday shift.
That was the day where the money was made, all the ladies at work said so. They all got to work Saturdays but not me. Never me. And now I know why.
The dress code is your birthday suit.
I can’t believe I took the shift. I can’t believe I’m here working without anything on. I can’t believe that all of these eyes are on me and most of all I can’t believe that I’m enjoying this.
What can I say?
I like it when they watch.
Excerpt
The moment I stepped out into the room I could feel the eyes on me. I could see them watching me and staring at me as I walked over towards the bar.
Each step was excruciating, I could feel their eyes on me and more than anything I wanted to react to it. I wanted to blush. I wanted to flaunt. I wanted to give them some indication that their attention was noticed and felt and show off to get even more of it.
But after I had decided to do this I had made the decision that no outward indication was probably best. I figured that most of the women working this shift were working it because it was good money, I didn’t want any of them to think I was a freak who would probably do this shift for free. I didn’t want them to know the truth.
My body was aching as I slid behind the bar and sent the fully clothed man home. I settled in and started taking orders immediately.