Chapter 1
SHIT, SHIT ,SHIT!!!! I was frantically running around my one bedroom flat trying to find my uniform, if you could call it that barely enough fabric to cover my tits let alone my ass, I was late for my shift at Don's ... again.
Don's is a well known club in the middle of London and by well known I dont mean for good reasons, as much as I hate the sleazy men and junked up lads who seem to populate the place I needed the money, I work two other jobs just to try and keep my head above water and I could not loose this one! I pulled on the black leather tank top which had Don's logo printed across my right breast, the tank just covered the bottom of my boobs whilst being so low cut there really wasnt any point in wearing it, I then wriggled my ass into the black hot pants that were also apart of my 'uniform' and looked in the mirror I looked like a prostitute but I guess that was the vibe Sam the owner was going for, believe it or not Sam is actually a good guy he has always treated us girls well and looks after us if any of the 'customers' get too handy, but the uniform is what attracts the costumers as Sam always says.
I ruffled my long raven hair with my hands giving it some texture and volume, I then touched up my makeup and applied my red lipstick, ready to go I grabbed my black stiletto boots ( also part of the uniform) my bag and ran out the door.
I had just gotten to the bottom of my flat stairs when my phone rang SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!! It was sam... I answered and began doing my usual speech " Sam I'm sorry I'm on my way I promise!!! I got caught up and the resteraunt I'm so sorry!! Please dont fire me!!"
I heard a sigh on the other end of the phone I could tell sam probably had his hands on his face wondering what he was gonna do with me,
" last chance pickle the other girls are going to start accusing me of favouritism! Just hurry up and get your ass here you're gonna have to work later to make up the time ok?"
"Thank you , thank you, thank you!" I basically screamed at him down the phone, I loved that Sam called me pickle but the story behind the nick name not so much, on my first shift at the club I dropped a jar a pickles on his foot i felt for sure right then an there he was going to fire me but he just laughed it off and ever since then hes called me pickle, I'd been working at Don's for a year and most of the team were ike my family, there were four of us girls who waited the tables and the bar and then a handful of strippers, oh yes did I forget to mention Don's is also a strip club, the stripper girls tend to keep to themselfs which is fine by us bar girls as they all seem to bitch about us anyway, I stood on the pavement waiting to flag down a cab as I thought about the bar and the girls, my family, the only family I have, I never knew my biological family and have been in the system ever since I can remember , not that it bothers me I had few good foster homes a couple of good memories but I try to not dwell on them I dont want or expect pity for my upbringing I manage just fine on my own always have and always will.
I began to shiver as the cold night air worked it's way to my bones my nipples getting hard and poking through my shitty top just topped off my slutty look, luckily a cab came up the road in no time and i put my fingers in my mouth whistling it to me, the cab pulled up and I clambered Inside relishing the warmth of the heater as I settled down into the passenger seat, the driver looked me up and down and sneered " take it you want Doms" he said in a judgemental tone, I got this a lot as like I said Doms isn't know for good things,
I smiled sweetly at the man giving him my best put on polite voice" yes please " any other time and I would of told him to go fuck himself and slammed the car door in his face, but I was late and needed to get my shift started as soon as possible, you never know how your shift is gonna turn out at Doms so I wasnt in the mood to get out and wait for another cab, so I sat quietly in the back like a good little girl and wondered about the chaos that was waiting for me.
