Page 9 of Mine To Possess

Crappy hours, bad pay, horrible customers, and a lecherous boss. It sounds like hell on earth, but it’s a job. A life saver! I can do this for a few months. I’m certain it won’t be half as bad as living with Dan.

“Wait here,” Larry says, pushing his heavy body upright.

He leaves the office and I take a moment to compose myself a little bit. I can’t let myself seem too thrilled about this. Larry will think something strange is up if I do.

“Greg. Greg. Get out here,” I hear him yelling.

He comes back into the office a few minutes later with the bartender I spoke to when I first came in.

“Greg. Amelia. Amelia. Greg. Amelia’s starting as a waitress tonight. Get her a uniform and show her where everything is. Ten minutes,” Larry says.

I get to my feet as Greg rushes me out of the office.

“Don’t I need to fill out any paperwork or sign anything?” I ask.

Larry shakes his head, then he and Greg laugh. It seems like lying about my age had really been totally unnecessary. Larry and employment laws seem to be living in different worlds. I shrug. I remind myself this is not a bad thing.Just suck it up, Amelia. You need the money. Badly.

I follow Greg down the grubby hallway into what I assume is the staff room. It’s reasonably clean and there are lockers, which must be a good sign.

“Grab locker two,” Greg says.

There are only five lockers. I go to locker two, open it, shove my bag in, turn the lock, take the key out, and turn back to Greg. He’s looking me up and down critically. Not again. My disgust must have shown on my face because Greg laughs.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he says. “I’m working out what size uniform would fit you.”

“You could just ask me,” I point out.

He grins. “I could, but it wouldn’t help much. The uniforms are pretty old. Most of the labels are washed clean.”

“Ahhh.”

Greg nods and disappears, leaving me standing there. I’m still in shock so I appreciate the little alone time to gather my thoughts, but he comes back quickly, holding up a black short skirt, a frilly little apron, and a black top that looks smaller than what I’m used to wearing.

He looks at my sneakers and winces. “They’ll have to do tonight, but for your next shift, you’ll need black stilettos. At least three-inch heels, but the higher the better,” he says. He holds the clothes out to me. “I’ll wait in the hallway while you put these on. Don’t be long.”

I change quickly, wanting to make sure I don’t give Larry any reason to come looking for me while I’m undressed. The skirt is a decent enough fit, but the vest… wow, it feels as if my boobs are falling out of it. I stuff my clothes into the locker with my bag and push the key into the pocket of my skirt. Then I open the door to go out.

Greg looks at me. “Not a bad guess, huh?” He smiles. “Hell, Larry always knew how to pick ‘em.”

I frown and he quickly makes his face expressionless.

“So basically, the left-hand side of the bar is table service. You’ll find some people on the right-hand side want it, too. You can serve them if you want to, but your priority is the tables on the left.”

He pauses his explanation for a second and hands me a notepad and pen before going on.

“They go in the pocket of your apron. Write down the orders, bring the tickets to the bar, and take the drinks to the tables. Think you can manage that?”

“I think so,” I reply sarcastically.

Greg ignores my sarcasm, and nods to my top.

“Open the top two buttons,” he says.

It is already so tight and small. I frown.

He shrugs. “Totally up to you, but if you want to make decent tips, you’ll do it.”

I almost don’t, but I need money fast and so reluctantly, I open the top two buttons and show off even more cleavage.

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