Page 14 of Beg Me

“Smile hunny, that scowl will run everyone off.” Joe, one of our regulars says to me.

“Fuck off Joe, I don’t care if I run everyone off, Zander has to pay me either way,” I scoff.

“Trouble in paradise, beautiful?” He looks over and smiles at me.

Normally I wouldn’t be okay with the pet names, but Joe has been coming here since the night we opened, and has helped me with a handful of creeps on the nights I work alone, so he gets a pass.

“You could say that Zander and I are just not seeing eye to eye on some personal shit, but instead of talking it out, he bitched out and ran off.” I lean onto the bar showing off some cleavage, maybe that will make up for my RBF tonight since it’s not going away anytime soon.

“That is a tough one, beautiful. Want me to kick him in the ass a few times?” He chuckles.

“That would be perfect. You kick him in the ass and I’ll punch him in the dick. Then I might smile again.”

“Play something else!” A random drunk dude yells at me.

“Fuck off! This is what’s playing tonight. Don’t like it? Leave!” I snap.

I definitely don’t need to be this bitchy tonight, but oh my gods, I just can’t get out of this foul mood.

“Fucking bitch,” he says as he throws money on the bar to pay for his drinks and walks out.

Joe looks over at me. “Why don’t you just close for the night? I’m the only one in here now anyway.”

“I might actually. He left me in charge, so I get to be in charge of when I leave, right?” Joe nods. “Fuck it, we’re closed. Last call, Joe?”

“I’m all good, hun. This last one was enough for me, you heavy-poured tonight. I might have to come in when you’re angry more often.” He smiles, as he pays his tab and walks out.

I walk over to the door to lock it while I finish everything inside. There’s no reason to have it open letting some rando come in. I sit at the bar after pouring myself a shot. It’s good to be alone, I feel like I can actually breathe for a minute.

The door starts to shake like someone is trying to open the door. “WE’RE CLOSED! GO AWAY!” I yell.

More shaking on the door. “Get the fucking hint! Go away! We are closed. Can’t you read the fucking sign!”

I walk over to the door after grabbing the bat by the bar. I’m about to do something stupid, but the anger and tequila mixing have me feeling like a god.

Swinging the door open with the bat held up. “What the fuck do you wa…” My words are cut short when Olive is standing there crying.

“What’s wrong?!” I put the bat down immediately, pull her inside, lock it again, and wrap my arms around her.

“Someone left a note on my door. I’m really freaked out and I don’t know what to do.” She hands me the note.

Did you like the photos I took for you?

You have the prettiest skin. I can’t wait to carve it open and see what your insides look like.

See you soon, Altchick.

~Your biggest fan

Holy shit. That’s terrifying. “Didn’t Zander get cameras? I’m calling him.”

Grabbing my phone, I pour Olive a shot at the same time, she needs it for sure. It rings and goes to voicemail.

“Answer me, dude, it's a big fucking deal!” I text him.

Call me, we have a new development with Olive’s creeper. We can talk about you being a coward another time, I need you now.

My phone rings almost instantly. “Screening my calls now, huh?” I snort.

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