Part-Time Server - First Shift

First things first, I passed the girls as I headed toward the dressing room before going straight to the first barren-looking vanity desk I could find. Once I sat down I began to pant heavily and it felt like I was devolving into a panic attack. “You alright newbie?” A concerned female spoke up causing me to jump in the seat and dispelled my ensuing panic attack for the moment as I looked behind me towards the voice. “Let me guess… You’re normally a guy aren’t you?”

‘Wow, she’s hot.’ I thought to myself immediately once I took sight of her, not helped by the fact that she was obviously in the process of getting dressed when I stormed in. Finally, I shook my head of those thoughts and replied to her with words, “Yeah I am. Is that common around here?”

The woman giggled to herself in response. “Common? ‘Pimp Respectable’ as he likes to call himself loves those pills! I wouldn’t be surprised if there are more XY-Change girls here than natural ones!” She informed me between her bouts of giggling fits, eventually she calmed down and offered up a hand. “The name’s Amanda by the way, nice to meet you.”

I took the hand she offered and shook it. "Anyway the reason I knew you were new and that you were a man was the fact you have no makeup applied and granted some men do like that look but in here if you don't look perfect you get some... Alone time with the boss, you get it?" She informed me as she walked over to me and began applying makeup to my face. "Luckily for you, I can give model-quality makeup routine down in less than 10 minutes. Thanks to me always clocking in 20 minutes before it opens on my best day."

I nodded along to her, to which she shut down with a chop to the shoulder before she changed the topic as she continued. "So you're the new server girl huh? Fair warning that the boss may have already given you but the guests can get a little rowdy. Hell, I remember my first night here I took a slap to the butt so hard it sent me spiraling down to the floor. Then again the fact that was my first night in heels probably didn't help much." She began to warn me before talking wistfully about her memories.

"You're a server girl too?" I asked her.

"Nope, got promoted to bargirl." She said casually.

"What's a bargirl, is that like a bartender?" I curiously questioned. Amanda made a pretty unladylike snort in response to my question. I blushed at that response and tried to defend myself, "Hell that's a fine question!"

"You'll figure it out." She said cryptically as she finished applying the finishing touches of my makeup. "It's about to open so we best get out there." She then led me to the dressing room door before stopping and turning to me.

"One more thing. The patrons often ask any girl they find hot to perform sexual favors for them in exchange for money. Don't ever take them up on it, this goes double for XY-Change girls like yourself." Amanda warned me.

'Why because the whores take offense to it?' I thought to myself. "Don't worry I don't want to get near a penis in the first place."

Amanda smiled at that before saying, "Keep that attitude." She then opened the door and as we stepped out into the bustling club, the atmosphere was electric with music pulsing through the air and patrons already starting to fill the space. Amanda cursed to herself under her breath before waving to me as she separated from me, "See you around newbie!"

I made an involuntary gulp at the thought of being alone in this craziness before I remembered I had to head to one of the bars in the corner of the club. I made my way through the throng of people, weaving between clusters of patrons and other servers. The club was a cacophony of lights and sounds, with the bass of the music reverberating through my chest. Despite the chaos, there was a strange rhythm to it all, a flow that everyone seemed to move with.

I took a deep breath as I approached the bar and tried to steel myself. I had no idea what to expect, but I figured the best thing I could do was dive in headfirst. The bar itself was a sleek, modern affair, with neon lights accentuating the bottles of liquor lined up behind it. "Hey there, new girl!" A man called out from behind the bar. He was a tall, lanky guy with a friendly smile and a name tag that read 'Dave'. "You must be the new server the boss was talking about. I'm Dave, the bartender for this corner bar."

"Nice to meet you, Dave," I replied, trying to sound confident. "I'm just trying to get the hang of things around here."

"No worries, you'll do fine," he assured me. "Just remember, the most important thing is to keep the customers happy. And if anyone gives you trouble, you let me know, alright?"

I nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. Dave seemed like a good guy, and it was comforting to know someone was looking out for me. "Alright, let's get you started," he said, handing me a tray with a few drinks on it. "These go to the VIP section over there. Just be polite and smile, and you'll be fine."

"Got it, Dave," I replied, taking the tray of drinks carefully. As I made my way towards the VIP section, I tried to adopt Amanda's advice about looking perfect and keeping the customers happy. The club was getting busier by the minute, and the atmosphere was indeed charged with excitement and energy.

As I made my way up to the VIP section, I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast from the rest of the club. It was more secluded, with plush seating and a sense of exclusivity. The patrons here were dressed to impress, exuding an air of wealth and importance. "Drinks are here!" I announced with as much cheer as I could muster, setting the tray down on the table with a polite smile. The group of men and women glanced up at me, and a few of them gave me appreciative nods.

I was about to turn and leave when one of the women at the table, a striking brunette in a revealing red dress, beckoned me over. "Hey, new girl, come here for a second," she said, her voice smooth and commanding.

"Yes, ma'am?" I asked, stepping closer.

"What's your name?" she asked, her eyes scanning me with interest.

"I'm... Bonney." I replied, using the name Elijah gave me for the job.

"'Bonney?'" One of the people with the red-dressed woman repeated before laughing loudly. "That man and his XY-Change girls. The only thing more obvious than them is the kinks he favors!" Soon the entire group was laughing along causing me to almost shrink back. But I held my ground, reminding myself that I needed this job. The woman in red, however, didn't join in the laughter. Instead, she seemed to study me more closely, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Don't mind them," she said finally, waving a hand dismissively. "They just like to feel superior. You'll get used to it."

I nodded, feeling a bit better. "Thank you, ma'am."

She smiled a touch of warmth in her eyes now. "Call me Catherine. And remember, if you need anything, don't hesitate to come to me. We girls have to look out for each other in this place."

"Thank you, Catherine," I replied, genuinely grateful. As I left the VIP section, I couldn't help but feel a bit more confident. Amanda's makeup magic and Vanessa's unexpected kindness had done wonders for my morale.

I returned to the bar, where Dave gave me an approving nod. "Good job, Bonney. You handled that well."

"Thanks, Dave," I said, feeling a bit of pride.

"You're doing great," Dave continued as he handed me another tray of drinks. "Just keep that smile on your face and remember, the customers are here to have a good time. If they see you're enjoying yourself, they'll enjoy themselves too."

I took the tray and nodded, weaving back into the crowd. As the night progressed, the club got even busier. The music was louder, the lights flashed brighter, and the patrons were getting more rowdy. I had to dodge a few overly friendly hands and endure some rather crude comments, but I kept reminding myself that this was all part of the job. Amanda's warning about the patrons' behavior kept echoing in my mind.

"Hey, new girl!" An older gentleman called out, waving a hand full of cash in the air. He was surrounded by a group of equally boisterous friends, all laughing and talking loudly. I hesitated for a moment, then made my way over to their table.

"Yes, sir?" I asked, keeping my voice polite and my smile in place.

"How about a private dance, huh?" he asked, waving the money in front of me. His friends whooped and hollered, clearly encouraging him.

I remembered Amanda's advice about not taking up such offers, especially as an XY-Change girl. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm just a server. If you want a dance, you'll have to talk to one of the dancers."

He frowned, clearly not happy with my response. "Aw, come on. Just one dance. I'll make it worth your while."

I took a deep breath, keeping my smile fixed in place. "I appreciate the offer, sir, but I'm not allowed. How about I get you another round of drinks instead?" I suggested, trying to steer the conversation back to safer ground.

The guy grumbled and seemed he was about to push the matter further before a familiar voice spoke up. "Oh? Why are you going after the newbie while I am right here, hm?" My eyes widened as I looked to see Amanda hanging on the guy's shoulder, her presence hidden by the guys around her. "Did you grow bored of me?"

The man chuckled to himself before responding, "Never. No man could grow tired of you Amanda." He said before turning to me almost like an afterthought. "Fine, another round it is. But make it quick, alright?"

"Right away, sir," I replied, turning back toward the bar. As I walked away, I could hear the sounds of the men laughing the whole thing off. Dave was waiting with another tray of drinks, and I gave him a grateful look as I picked it up.

"Handling things well, I see," he said with a nod. "Just remember, you've got a right to say no. Don't let anyone push you around."

"Thanks, Dave," I said, feeling a bit more at ease.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of serving drinks, dodging hands, and trying to keep my smile in place. Amanda checked in on me a few times, offering words of encouragement and advice. Catherine even gave me a nod of approval from her spot in the VIP section.

By the time the club started to wind down, I was exhausted but relieved that I had made it through my first night. I was about to head to the dressing room before Dave informed me I had one more tray to deliver. "To private room 1-E." He began. I gulped at the sound of it before looking up pleadingly at Dave. "Sorry, should be a quick one. In and out and then you can prepare to leave." He tried to soothe my fears.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the tray and made my way to the double hallways deeper into the club that leads to the private rooms. '1-E? Meaning it should be the final door on the right in the right hallway.' I thought to myself. As I headed into the hallway approaching room 1-E, my nerves were getting the better of me. I took a moment to steady myself, reminding myself that it was just one more delivery, and then I could leave.

Knocking gently on the door, I waited for a response. "Come in," a deep voice called out which I recognized was the one with Amanda earlier. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The private room was like a regular bedroom except dimly lit, with plush seating and an even more intimate atmosphere compared to the main club, so nothing like a normal bedroom I supposed. The man from earlier was lounging on a velvet couch, a glass of something amber in his hand. He looked up as I entered, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Ah, the newbie, Amanda told me all about you.” he said, leaning back. “Close the door behind you.”

I did as instructed, trying to keep my composure. I approached him with the tray, setting it down on the table in front of him right next to needles which had shown signs of use. “Here are your drinks, sir. Is there anything else you need?”

He took a sip from his glass, eyeing me over the rim. "You gave me the slip earlier but not this time." He said as he stood up straight now well towering over me. "Amanda tried to save your bacon earlier but even she can't go the distance with me, tried as she might." He then clapped his hands causing the light overhead to turn on.

I began to look around trying to find a way out of this before my eyes landed what was on the bed, the sight of which caused me to freeze up entirely. "Sorry newbie... I couldn't satisfy him..." Amanda said weakly cum still dripping out of her thoroughly used pussy.

The man chuckled to himself. "It wasn't her fault, no one woman could. There's a reason why whenever I show up every working woman in this place dreads being assigned to me." He stated before using his large hands to make me lock eyes with him. "Especially server girls, because after I exhaust the bargirl I always ask for drinks show I could break in whoever comes in."

"E-Elijah will hear of this!" I cried trying to use whatever I could to stop the inevitable.

"The owner!? Hah, without me this place wouldn't run!" He shouted letting go of my face causing me to unintentionally fall over. "Didn't I tell you? I have been doing this before you exited your mother's pussy and I will still be doing it well after you get gutted in an alley somewhere!" I turned to try and run then but I didn't get far as the man stomped his foot on my ankle stopping me in my tracks.

"Now, how should I BREAK you in?" He questioned out loud to himself. Suddenly, just then the door was kicked open causing him to jump back relieving the pressure on my leg. "What the hell are you doing breaking up my fun!?"

I looked up to see Elijah, his driver from earlier, and even Dave storm in. Elijah scanned the room, pausing only a second longer at the sight of Amanda and I, before staring down the unruly patron. However, instead of speaking to him immediately, he gave orders to Dave and his driver. "Dave take care of 'Bonney'. Brandon get Amanda out of here." Instantly I feel Dave pick me up by his long arms as Elijah's driver, apparently named Brandon, moved past the patron towards the exhausted Amanda on the bed.

"What!? You can't do this Elijah, without me you have nothing!" He screamed out in pure unrelenting anger.

"That's where you're wrong old man. I have long since stopped needing your help to thrive much less stay afloat." He began in response as Dave began to rush me out of the room. "I only allowed your 'eccentrics' out of respect for the help you gave me early on. But this time you have gone too far-" The door was shut behind Brandon allowing the soundproof insulation to cut off the rest of their talk.

'Wow, Mr. Edmond was pretty cool then.' I thought to myself as I felt a blush coming up before looking up at Dave. 'Despite his lanky appearance, he is quite strong. Damn, these female emotions are quite strong.'

As Dave carried me through the quiet and deserted club, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and embarrassment. Dave's grip was firm yet gentle, and he navigated the club with ease, quickly reaching a room I hadn't given a tour of earlier, the nurse's office with no nurse. He set me down on a bench and knelt in front of me, examining my ankle with a concerned expression. "Does it hurt a lot?" he asked, his voice soft and soothing.

I winced as I tried to move my foot. "A bit, but I think I'll be okay," I replied, trying to sound braver than I felt.

Dave gave me a reassuring smile. "We'll get you some ice for that. Just sit tight." He stood up and took out some ice and bandages from a cabinet before returning to my side and applying it. "Seems like it is only bruised, seems like Elijah's old mentor is getting old."

I titled my head at his comment. "Ah, the guy who was trying to **** you just then was Elijah's mentor in the criminal underworld when he got started. He was also an underground fighter, a pretty good one too I heard, so be glad that he has only gotten weaker with age." I nodded along as Dave finished bandaging an ice pack to my ankle.

"Shouldn't be too bad to walk in but just to be safe you should rest here for the better part of an hour." He told me before getting something out of the closet in the room. "You are an XY-Change girl yes? Change into this when you feel ready to get out." He said before handing me a pair of pants, a shirt, and socks. "Sorry, we don't stock men's shoes here though your shoes should be in the dressing room when you're ready to go."

I nodded in understanding before he exited the nurse's room leaving me to rest until the pill wore off. 'So I guess this is how my first shift ends huh?' I thought to myself almost wistfully.