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right. Marlene now officially scares the shit out of me.
     
    Emerald, one of the dancers, strippers, whatever they’re called strode into Marlene’s office without knocking mind you, proceeded to bitch about another girl touching her makeup and not putting it back properly before demanding that Marlene fire her immediately. Now if I was her I would’ve taken better notice of the person I was talking to because Marlene’s face was turning a shade of red that wasn’t far off matching the colour of her hair, and you could practically see the steam coming out of her ears. Seconds later Marlene proved my observations right, she was pissed. As in, epically pissed off.
     
    Standing from behind her desk she said,
    “So what you’re telling me is that Sapphire touched your makeup, moved it to the other side of your dressing table, forgot to replace the cap on your mascara properly, and not only do you want me to replace it, but you want me to let her go. Is that about the gist of it?”
     
    “Yes,” Emerald snapped huffily.
     
    “Yeah, how about fuck no. Have you lost your fucking mind?” she screeched, startling both Emerald and I. “You bitches use each other’s shit all the time, stuff goes missing even used thongs for Christs sake, you whinge and whine, you’re all late for work and early to leave, you drink on the job and you’ve even fallen off the pole a few times. Have I fired you for any of that shit? Huh?”
     
    Looking thoroughly chastised Emerald replies softly,
    “No.”
     
    “Damn fucking straight I haven’t. Do you know why?” With Emerald’s head shake Marlene goes on. “I haven’t shit canned your ass because you make me money when you aren’t falling off pole drunk, put some effort into your lap dances, show up on time, which is a rarity but I can hope, and you eventually shut your mouth because it’s full of some brothers cock by the end of the night.”
     
    Propping her hand on her hip glaring at the woman Marlene turns her eyes to me when I burst out laughing giving me a sly smirk. I mean what can I say? That was fucking hilarious and I think I just fell a little in love with Marlene. Waving her off, apologising while doing so I receive a sneer from Emerald before she says,
    “What is she doing here? I hope she’s not applying to dance here, she is so not the guys’ type around here and I don’t want to be associated with her kind.”
     
    What is with people this week? That’s twice in two days I’ve been told I’m not fit for society and to be frank, it’s starting to piss me off. Before I can snap back at her Marlene lets out a low cackle.
    “Her type,” she says pointing a bony finger at her. “You’re worried about her type?”
     
    Marlene looks genuinely interested in Emerald’s response and all I can think is this is the end of my promising career as a waitress in a motorcycle club strip joint.
    “Yes actually. She’s nasty,” she wrinkles her nose as she tilts her head in my directions. “All those dreadlocks, skanky tattoos, and her boobs aren’t big enough. That and the fact that she’s cheap and puts out for anyone isn’t the kind of girl we want around the club. She’s old too.”
     
    Oh my fucking God! Old! I’m about to turn thirty-one, not ninety. Not to mention that Emerald looks even older than I am with all her fake blonde hair, over made up face, and the wrinkles lining the corners of her eyes. I can’t believe she’s saying this shit about me. Actually I can and I don’t like it. Calmly crossing my arms over my chest I wade into the conversation saying,
    “What she really means to say Marlene, is that she’s found out some information about my past and finds it confronting. She doesn’t want me here because every time she looks at me she’ll have to be reminded of what she knows, or think she knows.”
     
    “That’s bullshit!” Emerald yells. “I just don’t think you’re the image the club is looking to portray. Guys come here