Meeting adjourned.

“Well you’ve only got about a week left to do it,” I say reminding Holly and Jess that Piya is booked to leave the country next week.

“Do you think there’s enough time for you two to come over and have dinner with us?” Jessica asks me then.

Thinking back to how our last group dinner with Yui went I say, “ahh I’m not sure Piya is really into that kind of thing. I mean I know Yui but…”

Jessica throws a pad of post-it notes at me then, “Ugg! I don’t mean like that. I meant to have something nice to eat, not that I wanted to eat her out.”

“I do,” Holly says to herself that neither Jess or I catch as she pours herself another shot of Tequila.

Jessica continues to say that I’m so dumb she doesn’t get what Piya sees in me but it’s all good-natured ribbing.

We get to work at the business of opening the club. I’m finding my feet better now on the management side of things and feel confident in closing things by myself when Holly starts to get a bit too tipsy to remain behind the bar and Jessica takes her home. I make sure that I take my time to get in and work with each of our employees for a little while too. I don’t have quite the same level of familiarity with them as Holly and Jessica do but they all seem friendly and competent enough. Dawn isn’t working tonight as she has been rostered on to work a longer shift on the weekend covering Holly for her hen’s night. I’m certain no one would have broken the news to her that I was stripping at it or she never would have agreed to work it.

I do have my very first “can I speak to the manager” complaint to deal with though. I’m called to the main bar to deal with it and just my luck instead of the person being your typical “Karen-type lady” it’s a very attractive Asian. Just my type. Getting there I have enough time to make out her tight looking body in a skin-tight black yoga pants and an aqua blue sports top as she faces away from me. Not the kind of thing you’d wear to a bar but The Loft is near a gym and perhaps she was working out there before coming in afterwards.

I introduce myself as the manager and ask her how I can help. Standing in front of her now I have to strain my eyes to look at her face and not the teeming breasts she has stuffed into her work out top.

Holding up a bottle of white wine that has only the last few mL’s in she tells me, “my friends and I ordered a bottle of sweet wine and this isn’t sweet.”

Looking over to her table I see three other girls, white girls, all dressed in similar tight workout gear.

“Well it looked like you and your friends enjoyed the bottle anyway,” I tell her seeing as its almost empty.

She looks at it before asking anyway, “well can I still get my money back anyway?”

“Tell you what I’ll do,” I go behind the bar and get a small piccolo bottle of pink Moscato and a glass for her, “I’ll give you this and we’ll call it even. It’s sweet. I know that for a fact. My girlfriends love it.”

“Girlfriends?” the pretty woman asks with a playful grin thinking I’m perhaps flirting with her.

“Yeah…” I say knowing I’ve kind of put my foot in it.

“Hey do you work out?” she then asks me which surprises me as it wasn’t where I was expecting the conversation to be heading.

“Yeah, kind of,” I say hesitantly.

“Cool. Wait there,” she tells me as she walks quickly back over to the group of girls’ she’s with and brings back a bulging fabric tote bag. Handing it to me I can feel the weight of it as she tells me, “my friends and I were modelling at this fitness convention today and we’ve got all these left-over free samples. You look kind of buff, I thought you might like then.”

“Thank you. That’s really generous of you.” I get the barmaid behind the bar to grab out three more of the pink Moscato bottles then and give it to the beauty.

Before she leaves, she pulls the front waistband of her yoga pants forward and as my eyes follow her movements, I see the top of her little black panties as she pulls out a business card.

Handing it to me, I can feel the warmth of her skin on the material of the card. “I’m Sofie by the way. Give me a call if this place ever wants to hire some promo models.”

I tell her my name and we shake before I head back to the office to stash the free samples she gave me. I leave her business card that contains her personal mobile as well as a beautiful glamour photo of her, propped up between the keys of the computer keyboards. On the back of the card, I would have seen that she lists her measurements as 32GG-24-34.