You Bitch!

As a waiter, Nadia wore a different outfit to the strippers. Still skimpy. Black booty shorts. A midriff blouse with a bow tie and mini blazer. She had her hair tied in a bun.

“You make drinks well for a beginner…” Jackson said.

Nadia thought of Alice. The time they made margarita’s. Jackson noticed her eyes gloss over for second, but didn’t pry. She nodded and said thank you.

Nadia was a quick favourite by the patrons. She had a wifely personality. Kind. Nurturing. She often comforted men who had been through rough divorces.

“I lost my two kids… The house… And the alimony — I barely have enough to get by…” a grey stubbled man said.

”You’ve lost so much — I can’t even imagine,” Nadia lied.

”Maybe there is room to build something new… Something better… With the right people,” Nadia placed her hand on his.

Maybe she was talking to herself…

“You want to get out of here darling — get a coffee?” he smiled.

Nadia jilted. Forgetting that this was that sort of place.

”I can’t — I mean…” he said, and the man looked sad. I mean coffee couldn’t hurt…

“You bitch!” One of the strippers wrestled with another. The guests gawked at two beautiful women with their chests bouncing up against each other. The man at the bar gravitated towards them — mouth open — away from Nadia thankfully.

Jackson came out to stop it. By this point hair was being tugged and pulled.

“I quit!” One shouted, “I cannot take your shit anymore!”

Jackson tried to stop her — but she was having none of it.