Page 20 of Unbreakable

Arizona

Itfeltfreakingamazing knowing I didn’t have to work under that bitch any longer. I really hoped Javier was serious about the job offer. I didn’t have any classes today so I took the opportunity to sleep in, especially since I was up late with Knox after I left the club. When he left for his classes this morning, I went back to my apartment and crashed in my bed until one in the afternoon. It was wonderful. But now I need to get ready to head out to Hell’s Desire. I look through my costumes trying to decide what to wear tonight. I would take everything, but not knowing if I’ll have somewhere to store them, or if I’m even going to be working there for sure, I decide to take just what I’ll need tonight.

After eating a late lunch, showering, shaving and packing what costumes I’m going to wear tonight into a duffel bag, I head to my car, ready for what I’m hoping is a better work environment. As I reach the bottom of my stairs, totally not paying attention to where I’m going, I run right into a wall. I feel hands reach out and grab hold of my arms, steadying me as I drop my bag to the floor. I hadn’t zipped it completely because it was full and some of my costumes spilled out onto the ground.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” I say to the person in front of me, before raising my head to see who the wall was.

“Oh, no worries, babycakes. Here let me help you.” Christopher says, as he reaches down to the ground picking up my bag and the thong and Catholic school girl skirt that fell out of it.

“Thank you.” I tell him as I reach out to take my bag and clothing from him. Much to my dismay he hands me the bag but keeps the clothing.

“What do we have here, Arizona? I would love to get a peek at you in this get up. How about a dance?” he asks, as he casts his glance learingly up and down my body.

I reach out and yank the clothes out of his hands, and then placing the largest smile on my face I begin to talk, making sure to use my most seductive voice. “Sure thing handsome.” God I want to puke as I’m saying it. “Why don’t you stop by Centerfolds tonight around eight and I’ll give you one for free,” I say, hoping like hell that Knox hasn’t mentioned to him that I’m no longer working there. I mean I have no clue if they talk about me or not.

“You got it babe.” he says, before giving me fucking finger guns and heading up the stairs. Who the hell gives finger guns? Shaking it off, I stuff my clothes back in my bag, open the door to my car and toss it into the passenger seat, before sliding in behind the steering wheel. Ready or not, Hell’s Desire here I come.

There is hardly any traffic today and I make it there in record time, less than thirty minutes. Take that GPS for saying it would take the full thirty. I decide to park in the row of spots closest to the road, not knowing if there is employee parking located somewhere else. Taking my bag from the passenger seat and exiting the car, I head to the front door.

Looking at the building it’s totally not what I expected a club to look like, especially in comparison to the place I just left. The building is a warehouse, but one of those that you can tell has been remodeled. There are no windows on the outside, except for the top and what I’m guessing is an upstair’s office. There is a large picture window that looks to be tinted.

Seeing the door marked entrance, I make my way over, ready to start my new job. Entering through it I see a larger guy who is seated on a stool behind the counter. He’s probably in his early thirties, he’s a little worn around the edges and bald with a long beard. I wish I found the guy attractive, I love a man with a beard.

Walking up to him I begin to speak, “Javier told me to be here at four so I could start tonight.”

He makes no effort to try to hide the way he’s looking at me up and down, so being the person I am, I give him a nice little spin showing off all I have to offer, just covered in clothes. Having enough of his gawking after a few moments, I bark out, “Are you going to tell me where to go or do I just go inside and figure it out for my damn self?”

I start to worry that I may have made a mistake with that comment, especially now that I know he is wearing the same vest as Javier. He lets out a loud raucous laugh, easing my nerves slightly.

“Javier told me a new girl was startin’ tonight. I like your spirit babe, I bet the patrons are gonna love,” he tells me with a wink and a smile.

“Head inside, go straight then turn to the right towards the bar and tell Vee, Hank said to give you a drink. Javier was held up. He’ll be here in a couple minutes.” he directs me, never taking his eyes off my chest.

“Thanks.” I say, as I head on in.

“Can’t wait to see ya dancin’, Javier said it was a sight to see!” he hollers and I shake my head, hoping I didn’t just trade one hell hole for another, and this dude wasn’t going to try and corner me for sex.

This club is a hundred times better in looks compared to Centerfolds. I see a set of stairs heading up to what must be the office and the windows I noticed outside. There are another set of windows on the inside, darkened as well, and must be so the owners can look down and observe.

There are three stages placed around the room. In the middle is the largest one and it has two poles that go straight up and connect to the ceiling. My mind is already imagining the tricks I can do on those with the height they have. To the right and left of the stage are two smaller ones with a single pole. There are two bars located in the club. The one he directed me to, to see Vee at and one on the other side, near a door which can only lead to either the private rooms or the dressing room.

After getting an eyeful of where I‘ll be working, I head to the bar. I see a woman standing behind it. She’s beautiful, tall with long red, wavy hair and from a distance it looks like she has dark eyes, maybe brown. She is slim but curvy all the places a woman should be and looks to be of some Latin descent. She looks about the same age as me. Hopefully she doesn’t act like Karen.

Walking up, I set my bag down on the barstool beside me and take a seat. It isn’t long before she’s headed my way.

“Hey there chica, how can I help you?” she asks, and yep she's Latin, the accent gives her away.

“Yeah, Hank told me to come get a drink from you while I wait for Javier to show up. He told me to be here at four to start tonight.”

“The new dancer, girl I heard you had some skills on the pole. Want to hook a sister up with some lessons? What would you like to drink?” she asks cheerfully and I instantly love her.

“Sure, anything, as long as I’m still here. I’m not sure if this is an audition or an actual job. He kinda saved me last night from an overly enthusiastic customer and a bitch of a boss. Can I get a shot of Jack and then just a glass of water?”

“Sure thing.” she tells me as she turns to pull down the bottle of Jack and takes a shot glass from the stack, pouring me not just a shot, but a double. I reach into my bag to pull out money to pay when she stops me.

“It’s on the house.” she says with a wink. I place the money into the vase labeled ‘tips’ and pick up the shot.

I tip it up to her and say, “Cheers,” before downing it.

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