De Luca

Chapter 4

Nathalie POV

It was a new day and my last day working until Friday. I was a few hours away from going to my next job, and let me say today was just a drama type of day.

One couple argued, a guy got stood-up and we had a few business people in the restaurant. I finished cashing out on one of my tables when I saw a tan, red-headed lady, who is gorgeous, slapped her boyfriend.

She tossed wine on him, called him a p***y, loud enough for everyone to stop what they were doing and stare at them. She slaps him again and that’s when I had to step in.

The man rubbed his jaw from the stinging sensation she left on his cheeks. He took the napkin and damped the wine off of him. I walked up to their table with club soda and a towel. I handed it to him and the woman made a comment. “I would ask if this is the b***h you’re f*****g but you’re too much of a p***y to cheat”. She told him. Now that was one thing I couldn’t understand, faithful man and you’re upset that he is FAITHFUL. “Why don’t you run along now” she set her attention on me.

One this b***h is rude and two don’t hit her girl, don’t do it.

“Cute. But ya see, you just asking for a beat down.” I finished what I said with a dazzling smile. Sacarsm smile. She stutters and acts dramatic.

“Are you threaten me?” she asked with a scoff, rolling her eyes. Don’t punch b***h, don’t do it!

“Oh goodness no!” I replied dramatically. “I wouldn’t do such a thing and I am talking about from him. A man can take a lot until he snaps. Just because he isn’t hitting you back means he is a pussy.” She started mimicking a duck face with her hand, she began opening and closing it saying that I’m talking too much. I didn’t care.

“Or that you continue to do so. The moment that his fist connects with that face of yours, he goes to jail. But, what do you think happens to females that abuse or attack a man the way you do. Absolutely. Nothing.”

She was sighing bored with what I had to say. I had finished my rant and she was about to say, but I cut her off. “Women like you disgust me, a pretty little thing like you would easily become someone b***h where I’m living. They would make you lick their s**t off the ground. Here he is treating like a queen, but I guess you rather lick s**t then live like royalty. I double dare you to touch him again, I will call the cops on your ass” I jolted myself forward a bit and she flinched.

At least I got her a little scared. I looked at the guy and apologize for my rude behavior and he simply smiled and said thank you. He paid the fee and tipped me very big, 300 dollars, big! It was closing time and I helped the busboy, Ty, clean up.

Time to head off to the Gentlemen’s Club where I worked as a stripper and sometimes a chef as well. Hopefully, Benny doesn’t ask me to cook tonight, my feet are killing me.

Ty walked me to the club tonight, only because he wanted to get some from one of the girls. Once inside we went our separate ways, I went to the changing room. When I finish slipping on my lace pink rose color lingerie, Benny called out for me.

“Hey Princess” that was the name I choose for a stage name, everyone called me by that. Anyone who used my government name would get a punch in the nose. One girl called me by my government name and her v****a and nose paid dearly for it.

“Wassup Benny” My first time working here I thought he was the head of the place, turns out, my good friend Reds, is the boss of this joint. Reds is a mafia king, I call him that because of the neon red mask he wears.

Anyway, Benny is a great guy. It’s odd ’cause he is like the sweetest guy you could ever meet. Like, right now, I’m half-naked and his eyes haven’t traveled down my body.

I know he is not gay, because we have seen him leave with his wife when she comes to pick him up. All the girls want him, including me. But at last, I am not his type. Naturally he is good looking, on the chubby side, but nonetheless, he is hot. Que dramatic sigh.

“I need you in the kitchen tonight.” He said with a small pout.

“Oh, come on! I really just wanted to sit down for a bit until it was my turn to go up.” I pouted, but in all honesty, I could go for one of Reds foot massage.

“Pretty please, ya got me begging over here. I’ll let you leave early.” I narrowed my eyes at him. Oh, he’s good. He got me.

“How early we talking?” I tilted my head up him, and keep my eyes narrowed.

“Say 1 o’clock” I clapped my hands once, leaving my lingerie on and putting my clothes over them. I usually leave here at 3 or 4 in the morning. No way was I passing up leaving so early.

I took the chef’s jacket that was hanging on the clothes hanger. I’m wearing mines, not someone else’s. Chef Mike and got to cooking. All I could think about was one more day and then I sleep in for the rest of the day.