it’s hopping, and they are short staffed. We aren’t going to be busy tonight with the fight going on in AC, so can you be a dear and go work there tonight?”
NO! I scream in my head, I can’t! What if Jonathan comes in? I have no way to tell him. OMG OMG OMG! The manager must see the panic in my face.
“I’m afraid it’s really more of a command than a request,” he tells me.
Oh. I guess I have no choice if I want to keep my job, and I have to keep my job so I can see Jonathan again. This is going to be the only way I know to see him, so I can’t lose it.
“My pleasure,” I smile. Better to go along and get along.
“That’s my girl, and in return take tomorrow off. There is a cab waiting for you when you are ready.” With that he left the locker room.
I gather my things into my work bag, and Samson gives me a small little make up kit with some powder, lip-gloss, and eyeliner to refresh my makeup. I decide to not change since I am going straight there. Outside there is a cab waiting, and I carefully put myself in as inappropriately dressed as I am, and we head off downtown. If I look shocking to the driver, he makes no notice or mention of it. Nevertheless, this is New York City, I am sure he has seen stranger.
We pull up in front a club that looks a lot less classy than mine. Girls! Girls! Girls! In flashing lights outside the club. Everything is in neon with trashy looking catch phrases. I am afraid of what I agreed to. The cab driver turns to me, “It’s ok miss. It really is. This is just an old club that has been around since they allowed go-go bars in the city. They keep it like this for the history, it’s kitschy.” Kitschy, that word actually relaxes me a bit. As I get out I hand him a twenty.
“It’s been paid miss.” He tells me.
“I know, but this is for giving me piece of mind.” I smile.
“Thank you,” and smiles back at me. “Good luck.”
I grab my bag and get out of the car, there is no doorman here, and as I swing the heft of the door with my left hand I see a familiar sight. Parked almost in front of the club there THAT black SUV with Marcus standing in front of it drinking a cup of coffee. My heart sinks down to my toes. Jonathan is here. Not possible I tell myself. He must be in a restaurant nearby, or in an office building at a meeting. No, please not here. I feel instantly saddened and despondent. I have to go in. Or do I? I don’t know what to think. I am confused and heartbroken. Heartbroken already? I feel stupid for thinking it. Whatever, I can be strong, if he is in here, he is, who cares? I can deal, fuck him. I head inside and see they don’t have a cashier or any curtains. The club is smaller and like a large L shape. It is very light and completely different from the other club uptown. It doesn’t take me long to spot him, he is in the middle of the L, getting a table dance.
I can’t believe that I am looking at Jonathan getting a table dance from another girl. I feel both fury and wounded. Did I really think he was different? I did. Maybe it was the stripper ho that seduced him into it, but she looks like a nice girl, just like the rest of us. I am weighted to the floor and unable to move. I get an idea and walk over to the big guy sitting next to the DJ booth on my immediate left.
“Hi I am Lenox from the other club. I’d like to go onstage immediately please.”
“Nice to meet you, thanks for coming down, we have a…” the big buy says to me.
“I’d like to go up immediately please.” I insist.
“Well, there is a…” he tries to talk but I keep interrupting him.
“Please,” I plead, “Please, I need to go up now.” I have raised my voice and started tapping my foot in my shoe. I am screaming in my head LET ME GO ONSTAGE FUCKER!!!!
“Ok, but…” the big guy trails off as I stomp away towards the stage stairs.
The stage here is along one side of the L shape, with three poles intermittently placed, and the entire
NO! I scream in my head, I can’t! What if Jonathan comes in? I have no way to tell him. OMG OMG OMG! The manager must see the panic in my face.
“I’m afraid it’s really more of a command than a request,” he tells me.
Oh. I guess I have no choice if I want to keep my job, and I have to keep my job so I can see Jonathan again. This is going to be the only way I know to see him, so I can’t lose it.
“My pleasure,” I smile. Better to go along and get along.
“That’s my girl, and in return take tomorrow off. There is a cab waiting for you when you are ready.” With that he left the locker room.
I gather my things into my work bag, and Samson gives me a small little make up kit with some powder, lip-gloss, and eyeliner to refresh my makeup. I decide to not change since I am going straight there. Outside there is a cab waiting, and I carefully put myself in as inappropriately dressed as I am, and we head off downtown. If I look shocking to the driver, he makes no notice or mention of it. Nevertheless, this is New York City, I am sure he has seen stranger.
We pull up in front a club that looks a lot less classy than mine. Girls! Girls! Girls! In flashing lights outside the club. Everything is in neon with trashy looking catch phrases. I am afraid of what I agreed to. The cab driver turns to me, “It’s ok miss. It really is. This is just an old club that has been around since they allowed go-go bars in the city. They keep it like this for the history, it’s kitschy.” Kitschy, that word actually relaxes me a bit. As I get out I hand him a twenty.
“It’s been paid miss.” He tells me.
“I know, but this is for giving me piece of mind.” I smile.
“Thank you,” and smiles back at me. “Good luck.”
I grab my bag and get out of the car, there is no doorman here, and as I swing the heft of the door with my left hand I see a familiar sight. Parked almost in front of the club there THAT black SUV with Marcus standing in front of it drinking a cup of coffee. My heart sinks down to my toes. Jonathan is here. Not possible I tell myself. He must be in a restaurant nearby, or in an office building at a meeting. No, please not here. I feel instantly saddened and despondent. I have to go in. Or do I? I don’t know what to think. I am confused and heartbroken. Heartbroken already? I feel stupid for thinking it. Whatever, I can be strong, if he is in here, he is, who cares? I can deal, fuck him. I head inside and see they don’t have a cashier or any curtains. The club is smaller and like a large L shape. It is very light and completely different from the other club uptown. It doesn’t take me long to spot him, he is in the middle of the L, getting a table dance.
I can’t believe that I am looking at Jonathan getting a table dance from another girl. I feel both fury and wounded. Did I really think he was different? I did. Maybe it was the stripper ho that seduced him into it, but she looks like a nice girl, just like the rest of us. I am weighted to the floor and unable to move. I get an idea and walk over to the big guy sitting next to the DJ booth on my immediate left.
“Hi I am Lenox from the other club. I’d like to go onstage immediately please.”
“Nice to meet you, thanks for coming down, we have a…” the big buy says to me.
“I’d like to go up immediately please.” I insist.
“Well, there is a…” he tries to talk but I keep interrupting him.
“Please,” I plead, “Please, I need to go up now.” I have raised my voice and started tapping my foot in my shoe. I am screaming in my head LET ME GO ONSTAGE FUCKER!!!!
“Ok, but…” the big guy trails off as I stomp away towards the stage stairs.
The stage here is along one side of the L shape, with three poles intermittently placed, and the entire
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