Claudia was a waitress at a new club, Tarts-n-Hearts. It was her first day working the floor alone. Her long black curly black hair was ticked back and pinned at her neck. The tiny uniform she wore outlined her curves and hugged her body. Her breasts were a c-cup, overflowing from the top she wore. Her thighs were barely covered and she'd had to wear a thong to hide panties lines in the tight skirt. Topping it off, they had to wear heels, atleast six inch, stillettos. She wasn't very comfortable, but the tips were amazing because the customers loved the skin they got.
Tarts-n-Hearts was not just a club, two nights a week they had strippers and once a week was ladies night. Men brought their women into the bar, got them drunk, cozied up in a booth and watched the show. She'd only worked here for three days, but she'd seen plenty of women kissing the waitresses, grabbing them and she'd even thought she'd seen one girl on her knees in front of a man.
Each section of the club was distinguished by color, tonight her color was blue. Three closed off booths for private parties, two tables for meals and three seats to wait at the bar for an opening. Her job was to wait on the two tables and three booths. Jerry, the bar tender would take care of the ones waiting at the bar. If a high paying private party wants to take over the waitress for any time period, they bring out a back-up waitress and close off her section until the private party's time is over.
She could handle this, not alot to do. She had been a waitress before, just not in a place like this. Two hours into her shift, she'd made almost a hundred dollars. She'd had two private parties and three tables so far. The next man to enter her zone was known around the club as Mr. Z.
Mr Z. was a big spender, his tips were atleast five hundred dollars an hour. He'd keep you as long as you did as he told you. If you were late or took too long, he'd cut you short, no tip and move to someone else's section. She was very nervous. She'd hoped he'd avoid her section for atleast a few weeks til she got the hang of it.
Before she could get Mr. Z into a booth, her lights went out and her buzzer went off. Another waitress was taking over and she was to report to Jerry for details.
Seating Mr. Z, she quickly rushed over to Jerry. "What's going on?" she asked.
Jerry smiled, "Mr. Z wants you for the night. Do what ever he wants. He's a good client and he can make or break you. If you want this job, make nice with him."
"What do you mean make nice? Do what he wants? Anthing he wants? What does that mean?" she stammered.
Jerry hurried her along, "Go Claudia, if you want your job, keep Mr. Z happy. No go, he doesn't like to wait."
Tucking her hair and straightening the tiny skirt, she rushed back to the booth Mr. Z had been settled into. Entering the booth, she glanced around looking for him. He was no where to be found. She left the booth and checked the next one, it was empty too. She made her way to the back booth and he was seated inside.
He had a woman with him, she was absolutely breath taking. Soft reddish blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders. She wore a short red dress, covered in sequins held up by tiny straps. Her neck was decorated with diamonds and she wore a beautiful diamond ring. Bright red nails attached to long slender fingers.
Claudia had never been with a woman before, but she was mighty curious about Mr. Z's companion. Taking their drinks orders, she met eyes with the woman. She smiled sweetly and the woman brushed a hand against her cheek. A spark between them, she backed away to go get their drinks.
Returning, she found Mr. Z alone. "Here are your drinks, sir."
Mr. Z's eyes met her's. His grin widened and he spoke softly, "You think she's attractive don't you?"
