End of the night

By the time the last customer is ushered out the door, you feel pretty good with your take. Some folks might think $75.00 a bit small but multiply that by five days and four weeks and it turns into real money when the bills roll in. You join the rest of the staff in cleaning up but sneak glances back toward Mick's office door knowing he'll show before you can sneak out.

"Ok, folks looks like we are done," Gemma announces as everyone gathers their things.

"Halle, Mick told me you volunteered to help with an inventory this evening. Kinda explains why you've been moved to closing I guess," Gemma says as she looks over at you.

You nod, sigh and put your things together on the counter.

"You never offer to do anything extra. How much did he promise?" Gemma asked with a confused look on her face.

"He made me an offer I couldn't refuse," you reply trying to keep your voice neutral.

"Well whatever it was worked I guess," Gemma replied burying whatever questions she might have had as she grabbed her bag and walked out the door.

You follow them and wave as they leave with a **** smile on your face. Then you close the blinds and sit at a table pretty sure Mick will be out soon. You've seen him watch Celeste's friends when they stop by, undressing them with that creeper stare he has down pat. You shake your head feeling pretty certain he plans to take those sexual frustrations out on you tonight. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Mick's door creaking open.

He strides out of his office with a huge grin on his face. He looks over at you and says "Stand up Halle".

You stand slowly, wondering what you've gotten yourself into.

"You look like one delicious slut today, girl," he says with a lewd edge to his voice. "We're gonna party tonight baby. I've been planning what I'm going to do with you all day. You've always acted like a haughty brat, like you were better than all of us. Well, for once you're gonna do what I tell you. I'm gonna have fun, your mileage may vary sweet-cheeks!".

"And don't think old Mick is going to be done quick either," he said as he pulls a bottle of pills from his pocket. "I keep these around just in case I can corner one of you young whores".

Mick offers you one of his famous leers as you swallow hard and prepare yourself for the night to come.