One week gone by

A week had gone by, and I was not in trouble, come to think of it, I hadn't seen my boss. Nor had I seen the mysterious lady again...










However I did have a regular patron, one annoying gent who had taken a shine to me. I try to avoiding him but he always seems to find his way to me, always asking me to poor his drinks. Jo says his name is Bill and I should milk it for what I can as he tips well. I dunno tho, he seems like a dodgy old coot. He always asks for the dirty named cocktails and shots, like slippery nipples... There is only so much humoring I can do.

Other than this Bill guy, work is going well. I'm really getting into it and can even do a few tricks now, you know flipping bottles and such. I'm getting along really well with Jo now too. We hang out on our days off watching old movies. Its nice to have a female friend like that again.

So anyway, yesterday Bill didn't turn up, Id be lying if I said I didn't sigh a relief. I know it seems mean, but I don't need the added stress.

But there 'She' was, walking into the bar, looking just as striking as last time, this time in a blood red corset and her black hair out, lapping at her shoulders. She seemed almost to glare at me as she walked past. I feel terrified of her, yet I find her alluring. It is an odd feeling...