The next morning, Victoria stared up at Antonio's ceiling. On a poster, looking back at her, was a half naked Latina who held the smile of a seductress on her face. She was wearing cut off jean shorts that looked more like panties, and a short wet, white shirt that was torn just right below her nipples. She was sitting on a counter by a cash register counting money and below her the caption read 'Sex sells'. 'It most certainly does,' Victoria thought sadly as she stared at the young woman. She wondered if the girl had a family who would look down on her for taking these photos. Did she have men degrade her for the decisions she had made? Victoria continued to stare at the pretty girl on the poster as she heard a knock on the door.
"Hey Vicky, are you decent?" she heard Antonio ask through the door. Decent. There was that damn word again.
"Yeah," she croaked out and sat up in the bed as Antonio entered.
"Coffee, dear?" he grinned, while handing her a cup.
Victoria smiled, "Thank you. Just what the doctor ordered."
Victoria took a small sip and glanced up at Antonio. He was dressed in tan cargo pants that were a little baggy, and a blue Best Buy shirt with a black long sleeve shirt underneath. His hair was still wet, giving him a little boy look.
"So you work at Best Buy?"
"Yep. Home theater department. It's not much, but it helps pay the bills."
Victoria nodded. "Yeah, I wasn't saying anything bad about it. Hell, it's more than what I have. So what do you do for...him?" She couldn't even say his name just yet.
"Oh, well, I'm...uh, I guess you could call it a runner. I pick up things and drop them off, no questions asked. He pays really well too, it's just that there aren't always drops to be made, so that's where the part-time job comes in handy."
Victoria thought about that while she took another sip of her coffee.
"But hey, my shift ends at six and I can bring home some dinner. Do you like Thai?" Antonio asked.
Victoria nodded her head. "Hey, if it won't make you too late, can you tell me about some places here that I could waitress at?"
Antonio scratched his head. "Hmm, well your best bet is probably Calamity's Bar and Grill. It's at the corner of Turner and 45th street. It's...well, it's a step up from Hooters, but just barely. I mean, the girls have to wear these short black outfits, but they're not so bad. I used to bartend there and one of the managers is my friend. I can give him a call on my way to work. You're hot, Greg will hire you in a second."
Victoria didn't know if that was good or bad. "Um, thanks. That would be great. I'll just hop in the shower and take the bus over."
"Hey, do you want a ride? It's on my way. If you can get dressed in twenty minutes?" Antonio asked, hopeful.
Victoria hopped up. "Yep," she said grabbing her bag and running to the bathroom. She quickly scrubbed and pulled her hair into a messy, massive ponytail of curls. She wrapped the towel around her body and ran out of the bathroom, crashing into Antonio. He grabbed her as she almost lost her balance. She quickly tightened her hold on the towel. When he released her, she noticed his eyes quickly drink in her appearance before settling on her neck.
"What the fuck?" Antonio said, as he leaned in closer towards her neck. "What happened?"
Victoria touched the small purple bruises that were located at the base of her neck and her left shoulder. Her constant reminder.
"Oh, it's fine. It doesn't hurt."
Antonio lifted an eyebrow. "Are those...bite marks?"
Victoria was so embarrassed. "Uh, yeah. He, um. Yes, they are."
Antonio grinned, "Hehe, someone's a freak!"
"Shut up!" Victoria said, trying to conceal her own smile. "I am not."
"Well, he's Italian, alright. Mark your woman any way you can," Antonio laughed. Victoria swatted him on the shoulder and pushed past him to the room. She walked over to his mirror and looked at the marks. Two small dark purple bruises caressing her neck and shoulder. Suddenly images of Nic's predatory grin and piercing blue eyes came back to her. She thought of the way they always looked right before he would bury his face into her neck, and how she would run her fingers through his soft black hair. That picture seemed burned into her eyes. She shivered and quickly dressed. She would have to remember to put makeup over the bruises.
When they pulled into the parking lot of Calamity's, the outside didn't look so bad. Antonio had called his friend on the short drive over, so at least she had a leg up.
"Hey, I would go in with you, but Greg can talk forever and I'll be late. But see you later tonight with Thai. You're cool getting back by yourself?"
"Yes, daddy," Victoria laughed, getting out of the car.
"Oooh, she called me daddy. Knew you were a freak!" he laughed, then sped off before she could tell him to shut up again.
'Fucker,' Victoria thought as she walked toward the restaurant. Calamity's definitely had a cluttered atmosphere about it. There were pictures of James Dean and Frank Sinatra everywhere, mixed with football and baseball paraphernalia. A pair of panties hung from one photo of Joe Montana and Betty Boop stickers were plastered on anything that was still.
She walked up to the hostess stand and noticed a guy and a girl arguing. The girl glanced at Victoria then back at the guy. She took off her small black apron, threw it at him and walked out.
The guy sighed and turned to Victoria.
"How many?" he asked, placing the apron behind his back.
"Oh, I'm looking for Greg. Is he here?"
"I'm Greg," he said, giving her a once over. "You must be Veronica."
"Victoria, actually. Nice to meet you," she said.
"Hostess or waitress? Bartender is full"
"Um, waitress, but I'll take whatever is available."
"You're hired. Follow me," Greg said, turning his back and walking quickly through the restaurant.