Post by aleksisokolov on Jul 12, 2008 3:44:13 GMT -5
Aleksi walked into the club half an hour late for her appointed time. She glanced tentatively around the dim, crowded, yet eerily silent surroundings and noticed how some of the costumers looked at her like she was a piece of fresh meat. She shivered slightly at the slew of sudden violent possibilities that ran through her head.
Why are they looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong? she thought as she cautiously made her way past the back of the club, gripping her threadbare coat closer to her body. The tall, heeled, black leather boots she borrowed for tonight tapped loudly against the floor. She could still feel eyes piercing through her even when she already had one foot in the employees' dressing room. This place had a really creepy crowd.
Once she was safely inside the owner's office, Aleksi was given her uniform--a black sleeveless shirt with the silver club logo on it. She was told to refrain from wearing brightly colored items when going to work in order to avoid drawing attention to herself. Afterwards, she was given strict orders to keep from making direct eye contact with any of the costumers, and that she was never to consider flirting with them. Aleksi found this second rule very unusual. Weren't waitresses supposed to make everyone feel welcome?[/b] she thought feebly. However, since she was desperate for work, she quickly dismissed her doubts and expressed her total agreement with the rules.
When she was sent to her locker area, she removed her ratty old coat and hung it on the hook of her locker door. She looked down at herself and pouted in distaste at how short her borrowed black skirt was. Paired with her boots and the "uniform" she was about to wear, she would look like some sort of bimbo waiting to be "picked up."
"Oh nevermind," she sighed as she quickly stripped off her yellow shirt and put on the sexy black top she was given earlier. With another sigh, she walked out to the crowded main room of the club where, immediately, she was given a full tray of strange-looking drinks and asked to go around and begin serving her unusually quiet costumers.
Why are they looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong? she thought as she cautiously made her way past the back of the club, gripping her threadbare coat closer to her body. The tall, heeled, black leather boots she borrowed for tonight tapped loudly against the floor. She could still feel eyes piercing through her even when she already had one foot in the employees' dressing room. This place had a really creepy crowd.
Once she was safely inside the owner's office, Aleksi was given her uniform--a black sleeveless shirt with the silver club logo on it. She was told to refrain from wearing brightly colored items when going to work in order to avoid drawing attention to herself. Afterwards, she was given strict orders to keep from making direct eye contact with any of the costumers, and that she was never to consider flirting with them. Aleksi found this second rule very unusual. Weren't waitresses supposed to make everyone feel welcome?[/b] she thought feebly. However, since she was desperate for work, she quickly dismissed her doubts and expressed her total agreement with the rules.
When she was sent to her locker area, she removed her ratty old coat and hung it on the hook of her locker door. She looked down at herself and pouted in distaste at how short her borrowed black skirt was. Paired with her boots and the "uniform" she was about to wear, she would look like some sort of bimbo waiting to be "picked up."
"Oh nevermind," she sighed as she quickly stripped off her yellow shirt and put on the sexy black top she was given earlier. With another sigh, she walked out to the crowded main room of the club where, immediately, she was given a full tray of strange-looking drinks and asked to go around and begin serving her unusually quiet costumers.