and fell into it. She lay in her seat trembling. She wasn't cold, she was excited. She'd been called a hootchie! They thought she looked hot. Enough that Sparkles had felt threatened.
Beth grinned and turned her car on. She used the lights and mirror to make some quick adjustments and then backed out of her parking spot. The blowing snow promised the drive was going to suck but she was okay with that. The longer she got to feel like this the better!
Chapter 10
"Hey there sweetheart, got your ID?"
Beth sighed through her nose. She was screwed. She was only nineteen, not twenty one. The drive down I-94 and finding a parking spot in one of the casino parking lots was for nothing. Sure, the weather kept a lot of people in, but that didn't help her now.
"You didn't ask last time," she whined.
The bouncer looked at her and smiled. "Sorry, I have to check."
She scowled and dug it out of her purse. She handed it to him and said, "I really want to talk to somebody in there. An employee, I mean."
He grunted and looked at the ID. "You here about a job?"
"What? A job?"
"Yeah, a job," he said. "Because otherwise you're too young to come in and you look like you're not dressed for cold weather."
Beth glanced up at the dark sky. She had to squint from the wind and then looked back at him. "It's not that bad."
The doorman did a double take. "I see your belly and it's single digits out here! Girl are you drunk or on something?"
"No sir, not on anything."
He squinted and then shook his head. He handed her ID back to her. "So, what is it?"
"Oh, uh, yeah, I need to talk to somebody. Um, about a job."
He rolled his eyes. "Bartender can set you up with the manager."
"Oh, cool. Thanks!"
He waved for her to head in and he pulled the door shut behind her. He shivered and watched her as she walked through the entryway and through the swinging double doors that marked the club's entrance.
Beth stopped and looked around. The lights were flashing and changing colors while a busty blond spun around a pole on the stage. Beth watched her for a moment, captivated by the play of colored lights on the dancer's skin and her skill and strength as she performed on the pole.
She jerked when she realized she was standing in the middle of the club and had drawn the attention of a few tables. The dim light hid her blush as she turned and hurried over to the table she thought she and Colin had used last time. She sat down and glanced around, looking for a waitress. Not any waitress, but her waitress. Penny.
"Welcome back to Paradise Lost."
Beth jumped and was halfway out of her chair before she turned and saw Penny watching her with a smile on her face. Tonight she wore a white corset over what appeared to be a white fishnet bodysuit. Her horns were black and her nails were painted the same color. She wore white leather boots with heels that were at least four inches tall.
"You remember me?" Beth breathed.
The waitress nodded. "Where's your boyfriend?"
"He's, uh, he's not my boyfriend."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"No! I mean, he never was. We were just friends. That's all. I wanted him to have a good birthday."
"Oh, that's nice," Penny said. "So why are you back?"
"Didn't— um, I, uh," Beth sighed. "I don't know."
Penny smiled. "I'm glad you came back."
Beth's eyes widened. "You are?"
Penny's teeth glowed in the fluorescent lighting as she smiled. "Of course. And you look good enough to eat tonight."
"Oh!"
Penny laughed. "Can I get you anything?"
Beth's eyes widened. "Oh, one of your special drinks? Like last time?"
Penny winked. "I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, enjoy the show."
"Oh! I, um, I don't—"
Penny turned and leaned down to whisper in her ear. She felt the cool breath caress her cheek and throat. "It's okay, I won't tell."
Beth shuddered and turned. Penny was already several paces away. Beth's mouth hung open as she stared after the waitress. How had she moved so fast? She watched her and admired
Beth grinned and turned her car on. She used the lights and mirror to make some quick adjustments and then backed out of her parking spot. The blowing snow promised the drive was going to suck but she was okay with that. The longer she got to feel like this the better!
Chapter 10
"Hey there sweetheart, got your ID?"
Beth sighed through her nose. She was screwed. She was only nineteen, not twenty one. The drive down I-94 and finding a parking spot in one of the casino parking lots was for nothing. Sure, the weather kept a lot of people in, but that didn't help her now.
"You didn't ask last time," she whined.
The bouncer looked at her and smiled. "Sorry, I have to check."
She scowled and dug it out of her purse. She handed it to him and said, "I really want to talk to somebody in there. An employee, I mean."
He grunted and looked at the ID. "You here about a job?"
"What? A job?"
"Yeah, a job," he said. "Because otherwise you're too young to come in and you look like you're not dressed for cold weather."
Beth glanced up at the dark sky. She had to squint from the wind and then looked back at him. "It's not that bad."
The doorman did a double take. "I see your belly and it's single digits out here! Girl are you drunk or on something?"
"No sir, not on anything."
He squinted and then shook his head. He handed her ID back to her. "So, what is it?"
"Oh, uh, yeah, I need to talk to somebody. Um, about a job."
He rolled his eyes. "Bartender can set you up with the manager."
"Oh, cool. Thanks!"
He waved for her to head in and he pulled the door shut behind her. He shivered and watched her as she walked through the entryway and through the swinging double doors that marked the club's entrance.
Beth stopped and looked around. The lights were flashing and changing colors while a busty blond spun around a pole on the stage. Beth watched her for a moment, captivated by the play of colored lights on the dancer's skin and her skill and strength as she performed on the pole.
She jerked when she realized she was standing in the middle of the club and had drawn the attention of a few tables. The dim light hid her blush as she turned and hurried over to the table she thought she and Colin had used last time. She sat down and glanced around, looking for a waitress. Not any waitress, but her waitress. Penny.
"Welcome back to Paradise Lost."
Beth jumped and was halfway out of her chair before she turned and saw Penny watching her with a smile on her face. Tonight she wore a white corset over what appeared to be a white fishnet bodysuit. Her horns were black and her nails were painted the same color. She wore white leather boots with heels that were at least four inches tall.
"You remember me?" Beth breathed.
The waitress nodded. "Where's your boyfriend?"
"He's, uh, he's not my boyfriend."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"No! I mean, he never was. We were just friends. That's all. I wanted him to have a good birthday."
"Oh, that's nice," Penny said. "So why are you back?"
"Didn't— um, I, uh," Beth sighed. "I don't know."
Penny smiled. "I'm glad you came back."
Beth's eyes widened. "You are?"
Penny's teeth glowed in the fluorescent lighting as she smiled. "Of course. And you look good enough to eat tonight."
"Oh!"
Penny laughed. "Can I get you anything?"
Beth's eyes widened. "Oh, one of your special drinks? Like last time?"
Penny winked. "I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, enjoy the show."
"Oh! I, um, I don't—"
Penny turned and leaned down to whisper in her ear. She felt the cool breath caress her cheek and throat. "It's okay, I won't tell."
Beth shuddered and turned. Penny was already several paces away. Beth's mouth hung open as she stared after the waitress. How had she moved so fast? She watched her and admired
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