stockroom.
Chapter 3
Jameson headed back to Archer’s office with
the bottle of Connemara, and I went a few doors down to the
employee lounge. The music was on full blast and I could tell that
most of the cage dancers were already here. When I entered the
room, I was surprised to see what time it was. It was 7 o’clock and
Jameson and I had been in the stockroom with each other for over an
hour.
“Skye!” the group of dancers called in
greeting when they saw me.
I smiled and waved to them.
“Hey, Skye!” Eden called out to me as I went
to my locker and retrieved my travel makeup bag.
“Hey, Eden,” I called back to her. “How’s it
going?”
“Good!” she sang as she grabbed her outfit
off the couch and walked behind one of the corner screens to
change. She popped her head out as I walked up to the lighted
mirror and set my bag down on the table. “You’ve got to fix your
lipstick, girl,” she said in a whisper before disappearing
again.
I felt my face flush hot with embarrassment
as I checked the mirror. Oh, my . My bright red lipstick was
smeared something awful. I took out a small pack of makeup removing
wipes and took the remainder of my lipstick off. Smudge-proof,
my ass , I thought silently. Well, it has never before been
put through that rigorous of a test . I chuckled to myself and
selected a tube of dark purple lipstick to wear next. The tube of
red that I had been wearing was back in my bathroom at home.
I fixed my eyeliner, refreshed my face
powder, blotted my lipstick and then took the travel bag back to my
locker. I grabbed out the five black wristbands Archer gave me last
night and relocked my locker. Three more dancers poured in and I
did a quick head count. Three general employees and ten dancers
meant that they were all here. I walked over to the boom box,
lowered the volume and whistled sharply.
“Good evening, all you good looking ladies
and gents!” I happily called out to the gathered crowd. “I’m going
to have to work the first floor bar tonight, so I’m going to need
to appoint one of you to assist me with watching the cages and
notifying the dancers when it’s time to switch or go on break.” I
watched as Courtney raised her hand and volunteered for the
job.
I smiled and shook my head. “You’re working
the second floor again tonight, Courtney,” I said and she smiled. I
beckoned her over to me with my hand and placed the black band
around her right wrist. “Seth, Staci, and Peyton, you’ll also be
working upstairs,” I said and they walked over to get their
wristbands attached as well.
I looked around the room, found Brian and
called him over. “Everyone, Brian will be assisting me tonight. He
will come by and get you when it’s time to switch cages or go on
break,” I explained as I attached the black wristband to his wrist.
“And, Eden will be our relief floater.” I turned to her and met her
smile with my own. If you guys have any problems or questions, do
not hesitate to come and ask me or Brian, okay?”
Everyone nodded in agreement and I turned my
attention to my barback Ducky, and my two cleaning crew. The man
who had passed out yesterday after finding Greyson’s body
thankfully had the night off.
“Ducky, I’ll need you to help me work magic
tonight, bro,” I said with a laugh.
He laughed too and smiled. “Piece of cake,
Skye.”
I turned to the cleaning crew, gave them a
wink, and then I thanked everyone, turning the music back up. I
didn’t have to give the cleaning crew any orders. They knew exactly
what to do. I pulled Brian off to the side and quickly explained
the VIP and PVIP house rules. I told him that he was not to be up
there unless he was relieving someone or escorting someone up. He
nodded his head in agreement and I gave him a happy hi-five.
“Thanks, Bri,” I said with a smile. “I
appreciate your help tonight. Oh, and before I forget, make sure
you check to see that Courtney is wearing her pasties
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