Did he see me? I ducked behind a group of college kids and wondered what in the world Trevor was doing here. I mean, it wasn’t like this was some exclusive hot spot, it was just your typical strip club, open to anyone who had money in his pocket and a desire to escape whatever ailed him. No, it wasn’t that I had just seen my co-worker step into a place like this; it was that my co-worker would now see that this was where I worked. This was my second job.
I watched him at the bar and felt my heart sink. I was due to go on next and there was no way I could afford to tell my manager that I couldn’t dance because my co-worker from my other job had suddenly walked in the door. I was stuck and I knew it. All I could hope for was that he would be occupied with one of the other girls walking the floor while I was onstage.
I watched the current dancer nervously as she finished up her set and then, amid tepid applause and a few drunken catcalls, made her way to the floor to make the rounds of the patrons, offering lap dances and picking up tips. I glanced over at the bar to where Trevor had been standing and my mouth fell open in a panic because he was suddenly not there. I, of course, prayed that he had left, that some emergency had dragged him away, but I knew better than to think my luck would work that way. After all, I wouldn’t have been dancing at all if my roommate hadn’t left me high and dry, with no notice at all, five months ago, sticking me with all the rent and utilities and, on top of that, a fucking mini poodle named Maximillian.
See, I had just been out of college for only a year when I managed to get the job at Jameson, Gary & Price as a paralegal. I was trained in law, but hadn’t yet taken the bar exam, so I was happy to take the job there since it came with the promise of full counsel status once I did take the exam and passed. My dream was right around the corner and then, my asshole roommate, Collette, ups and runs off with some dip from some emo band that played in some club that probably never saw more than twenty customers a night. (Wow, can you see how it upset me?) Anyway, when that happened, I was finally left facing the fact that my only real option in such a pinch was to go back to Leo and see about getting my old job back until I could stabilize things, pass the bar, and get the pay raise that would come with getting associate rank in the firm.
I watched him at the bar and felt my heart sink. I was due to go on next and there was no way I could afford to tell my manager that I couldn’t dance because my co-worker from my other job had suddenly walked in the door. I was stuck and I knew it. All I could hope for was that he would be occupied with one of the other girls walking the floor while I was onstage.
I watched the current dancer nervously as she finished up her set and then, amid tepid applause and a few drunken catcalls, made her way to the floor to make the rounds of the patrons, offering lap dances and picking up tips. I glanced over at the bar to where Trevor had been standing and my mouth fell open in a panic because he was suddenly not there. I, of course, prayed that he had left, that some emergency had dragged him away, but I knew better than to think my luck would work that way. After all, I wouldn’t have been dancing at all if my roommate hadn’t left me high and dry, with no notice at all, five months ago, sticking me with all the rent and utilities and, on top of that, a fucking mini poodle named Maximillian.
See, I had just been out of college for only a year when I managed to get the job at Jameson, Gary & Price as a paralegal. I was trained in law, but hadn’t yet taken the bar exam, so I was happy to take the job there since it came with the promise of full counsel status once I did take the exam and passed. My dream was right around the corner and then, my asshole roommate, Collette, ups and runs off with some dip from some emo band that played in some club that probably never saw more than twenty customers a night. (Wow, can you see how it upset me?) Anyway, when that happened, I was finally left facing the fact that my only real option in such a pinch was to go back to Leo and see about getting my old job back until I could stabilize things, pass the bar, and get the pay raise that would come with getting associate rank in the firm.
