water and walk onto the balcony. His spot next to my Shelby is still empty. I'm not sleepy. The night air is pleasant. The moon is up. I'll sit here a little while. Maybe I can catch a glimpse of him walking like a fucking God from his truck to the building. I've got it bad for him!
While I sit on the lounge chair, my thoughts drift back to the night I was "discovered." It was the summer I graduated from FSU. My college roomie, Piper, and I went to Vegas to celebrate. W e were only supposed to stay a couple of weeks, but when we both got jobs at Coyote Ugly, we thought, 'Hell yeah! Let's stay all summer.' We blew off a lot of steam! I smile thinking how hard we laughed about how we spent all that good money getting a fine education only to work at a Tits and Ass establishment dancing on the bar and serving people food and drinks. Living the dream, completely happy!
But then in September, Piper went home to London. I tried to talk her into staying, but she said she was ready to return to the real world. "I miss me Mum, Siri, and the rain! It never rains here!" Not me, I couldn't bring myself to come back to Alabama. I wasn't ready to surrender my youth to the red necks and hicks from the sticks.
On her way to the airport, Piper stopped by work for one last hug. I held her tight in the parking lot. "I don't know if I will ever see you again." We cried in each other's arms. When the taxi took her out of sight, I was heartbroken, crying my eyes out. She was the sister I never had.
Bart was my first customer that day. I introduced myself in a mono-tone. "Hello, my name is Siri. I'll be your waitress today."
"Hello, Siri. I'm Bart." He held out his hand for me to shake.
I took it and looked into his eyes and said in robot like fashion. "Nice to meet you, Bart. Do you know what you want to drink?"
"Your eyes."
"Pardon me?"
"I want to drink in your eyes, Siri. Your eyes are practically glowing. Did you know that?"
"Oh, yes, sorry. They do that when I cry."
"I'm not sorry I've seen your green eyes glowing. They are crucial!"
"Thank you, Bart. That's awfully nice of you to say."
"Why were you crying?" I tell him the quick version of the whole sob story. "It'll be ok." He told me, and it was. His next questions were about dancing. "I've seen you dancing on the bar. You're very good."
"Thanks."
"No. I sincerely mean that. You are very good. Too good to be dancing here. Have you ever thought about dancing in a big club? You could make a lot of money."
"No. Not really. I've been happy here. This is a big bar. But I am going to have to do something to make more money. I can't make ends meet working here without a roomie to share the expenses. What kind of dancing are you talking about? And what kind of money?"
"I've got an idea. Why don't you come tonight to my club and see for yourself. If you're interested in the type of dancing there, we will train you, and in a couple of weeks you can be earning more in tips in a single night than you make all week in here. Would you like that?"
"Maybe. What's the name of your club?" He pulled out his business card and handed it to me. When I read Been Jammin', my mouth fell open. This guy was the owner of the hottest night club in Vegas. Piper and I could never get in.
I decided right then and there that I didn't want to spend that first night without Piper alone, so I took him up on his offer. He sent a limousine to pick me up. When I arrived, the bouncers cleared a path for me and the doorman whisked me in like I was someone important. The place was starting to get cranked up. Bart himself, gave me a quick tour and a quick peek inside a couple of VIP private party rooms. I was surprised to learn that he owns and operates several different businesses under one roof. There is an upscale gentleman's club, along with a fantastic steakhouse, plus the hottest night club in Vegas. It has it all! I was very impressed.
After the tour, he sat me at one of Been Jammin's bars. It has a stage
While I sit on the lounge chair, my thoughts drift back to the night I was "discovered." It was the summer I graduated from FSU. My college roomie, Piper, and I went to Vegas to celebrate. W e were only supposed to stay a couple of weeks, but when we both got jobs at Coyote Ugly, we thought, 'Hell yeah! Let's stay all summer.' We blew off a lot of steam! I smile thinking how hard we laughed about how we spent all that good money getting a fine education only to work at a Tits and Ass establishment dancing on the bar and serving people food and drinks. Living the dream, completely happy!
But then in September, Piper went home to London. I tried to talk her into staying, but she said she was ready to return to the real world. "I miss me Mum, Siri, and the rain! It never rains here!" Not me, I couldn't bring myself to come back to Alabama. I wasn't ready to surrender my youth to the red necks and hicks from the sticks.
On her way to the airport, Piper stopped by work for one last hug. I held her tight in the parking lot. "I don't know if I will ever see you again." We cried in each other's arms. When the taxi took her out of sight, I was heartbroken, crying my eyes out. She was the sister I never had.
Bart was my first customer that day. I introduced myself in a mono-tone. "Hello, my name is Siri. I'll be your waitress today."
"Hello, Siri. I'm Bart." He held out his hand for me to shake.
I took it and looked into his eyes and said in robot like fashion. "Nice to meet you, Bart. Do you know what you want to drink?"
"Your eyes."
"Pardon me?"
"I want to drink in your eyes, Siri. Your eyes are practically glowing. Did you know that?"
"Oh, yes, sorry. They do that when I cry."
"I'm not sorry I've seen your green eyes glowing. They are crucial!"
"Thank you, Bart. That's awfully nice of you to say."
"Why were you crying?" I tell him the quick version of the whole sob story. "It'll be ok." He told me, and it was. His next questions were about dancing. "I've seen you dancing on the bar. You're very good."
"Thanks."
"No. I sincerely mean that. You are very good. Too good to be dancing here. Have you ever thought about dancing in a big club? You could make a lot of money."
"No. Not really. I've been happy here. This is a big bar. But I am going to have to do something to make more money. I can't make ends meet working here without a roomie to share the expenses. What kind of dancing are you talking about? And what kind of money?"
"I've got an idea. Why don't you come tonight to my club and see for yourself. If you're interested in the type of dancing there, we will train you, and in a couple of weeks you can be earning more in tips in a single night than you make all week in here. Would you like that?"
"Maybe. What's the name of your club?" He pulled out his business card and handed it to me. When I read Been Jammin', my mouth fell open. This guy was the owner of the hottest night club in Vegas. Piper and I could never get in.
I decided right then and there that I didn't want to spend that first night without Piper alone, so I took him up on his offer. He sent a limousine to pick me up. When I arrived, the bouncers cleared a path for me and the doorman whisked me in like I was someone important. The place was starting to get cranked up. Bart himself, gave me a quick tour and a quick peek inside a couple of VIP private party rooms. I was surprised to learn that he owns and operates several different businesses under one roof. There is an upscale gentleman's club, along with a fantastic steakhouse, plus the hottest night club in Vegas. It has it all! I was very impressed.
After the tour, he sat me at one of Been Jammin's bars. It has a stage
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