Ladies night continues.

I try and make myself useful. With the girls tending the main bar, I take over the tasks that Jessica would normal be doing. I float through the bars skimming tills for the build-up of notes, making sure I write down where each bag of cash came from. Holly can teach me how to count the tills properly later. I bring change to the bars that need it and direct the glassies and bar-backs what needs cleaning and what needs restocking. The drinks and cash registers are flowing and I must have cleared out several tens of thousands of dollars in $100, $50 and $20 notes.

As I’m in the main bar filling up a bank bag Jess shakes a half-full bottle of Aor’s run at me, “last one we have! How long to your shipment comes in?”

“Couple more weeks,” I have to yell back to her over the music and the crowd.

Before I leave the bar that last bottle runs empty too and I hear a genuine ‘aww’ from the customers with the last of the AORsome Rum gone.

Heading to our quietest bar for the first time tonight, I’m surprised to find Dawn working by herself and looking resoundingly bored. The teen’s shirt is modestly done up to the uppermost button and her short-shorts are covering nearly 90% of her bum, a new record high. The till has barely made any sales so doesn’t need skimming or change so I have a few minutes to stop and talk with Dawn.

“I thought you’d want to be in the busier sections making more tips,” I say to her.

Dawn picks up a fresh cherry from the cocktail station in front of her. Pops it in her mouth and sucks the red fruit off the stem with an audible pop and smack of her lips.

“Too much of a clam-jam out there for me,” Dawn tells me as she spits the cherry pip into the bin next to me, “ladies’ night isn’t really my thing.” The teen seductress is still there despite the modest clothes.

After Jessica’s confession of taking Dawn home with them the other week, I can help but tease her a little bit.

“Oh yeah? I heard you had a good old ‘ladies’ night’ the other night…”

Dawn’s eyes flash wide and white at that. A shocked expression on her face. My glee is instantaneous.

“What! How did you? Who told?!”

“Oh yeah! I heard there really were some clams-jammed!”

I beat a hasty exit from the bar, laughing as an enraged Dawn picks up the soda-mixer gun ready to spray me if I stick around.

I take a trip out to the front door to cover a few of the guys' breaks. Security feels like home for me and its where I know what I’m going 100%. Sometime after midnight, the night starts to taper off a little and I leave things in the hands of my new Head Doorman and take another pass through the club. Toilets could need some attention I tell a glassie when I see one. The queue for the ladies was always much longer than the guys and tonight especially.

I make my way to the office and am just having a quick look through the security cameras when the red-headed Jess comes in to pick up her jacket and bag in preparation for leaving early tonight.

“Thanks for letting me have the early one tonight,” Jessica tells me.

“No problems. Holly wants to show me some things after work tonight,” I say to Jess so she’s clear on Holly and I hanging out together.

“I’m sure she wants to show you all her things,” Jess says with a laugh, aware of her fiancee's intentions for the night. “I’m going to take our car if you want to drop her home tomorrow?”

“Sure, no problem,” I tell her. A greenlight night with Holly sounding like just the thing. “Hey, could you show me something before you go?”

“Oh?” Jessica says, her eyebrow rising and a sly smirk on the corner of her mouth.

“Yeah, how to count the tills,” I tell her.

“Of course. Silly. Where is my head tonight?” she laughs, her mind going in the complete opposite direction.

“Same place Holly’s usually is,” I laugh too.

Jessica comes around the desk to where I’m at and sits herself down on my lap, the chair next to ignored. My hands hold her slender hips as she shows me where to find the forms on the computer as well as where to input the information into the accounting software.

“I can fill out the bank deposits in the morning if you want to get off a bit sooner,” Jessica tells me, the offer extended with a little wiggle of her bum against me.

I thank her for the help and follow her out of the office as she leaves for the night. Dawn’s bar is the first to get closed tonight. I tell the still angry teen she can bump into one of the other bars for the rest of the shift or cut out early if she likes. Dawn takes me up on the early knock-off, eager to get out of here for the night and go hang out with her bestie Lawan.

I start counting the tills, heading back out to the bar to grab another one when each is done in turn. I get the staff to start restocking in the bars that are closed already and start shutting down areas of The Loft in turn as our numbers start to fall. It keeps the place looking full for longer and give the staff room to clean up properly without patrons around. Eventually, only Holly’s bar is open with three other bar staff serving.

Holly sees me enter and comes over, “hey can you take over here? I need to start counting tills and getting the place ready for the close.”

“I’ve done it already,” I tell her, happy to see the surprise on her face.

“What all of it?” she says disbelievingly.

“I think so. Grab your till out and you can check over my work,” I tell her. Holly a little surprised at how the roles of management have changed.

In the office, I show her what Jessica taught me by quickly counting her till and the extra money I took out through the night. Numbers have always come easy to me and counting money is no exception. I put it all into the computer before wadding it all up to be dropped into the safe.

At seeing how quickly I get it done, Holly grabs a hold of my chin and pulls me towards her. Kissing me from her seat next to me.

“You are amazing Mister! I thought we wouldn’t get out of here for hours afterwards. You are going to get the best damn lap dance when you take me home. Come have a drink with me until we close,” Holly tells me the enticing prospect of what is to come.

I join her back on the club floor which is only moderately busy now. We head back to the bar where Holly gets me a whisky and a bubbly pink Moscato for herself. We find a secluded corner to watch over our very own nightclub. I feel immensely proud of myself in what I’ve done tonight and for what Holly, Jessica and I hope to achieve here in the future. Half an hour later and another drink each we give the order to shut the music off and start emptying the place out of the remainders. We tell the staff it's going to be a quick finish tonight and count the last three tills while they get everything packed away.

Before we leave Holly tells me she’s going to change quickly and she’ll meet me outside. I’m just out the front of The Loft saying goodbye to the last of our staff when Holly steps outside having just set the alarm. I take in the sight of the gorgeous blonde Holly from behind, hair falling free down the back of her neck, a tight silver club dress on that I could have sworn Yui had one just like it. Noticeable for its absence is any sort of a panty line.

“My car’s this way,” I tell her when she had fixed the last of the locks, none of the staff remaining to hear me taking Holly back to mine.

“It’s early. Let’s go someplace first,” Holly says as she takes hold of my hand and leads me in the opposite direction.