“How can this day get any worse?” you asked yourself after a heavy sigh, staring at yourself in the ladies bathroom mirror.
When work was over, you had been planning to actually go over to La Chica Azul for a drink or three. You were going to get positively faded on spiced rum there, and hopefully forget about the fact that your entire life had been stripped away from you. Guess that's out of the question now, unless one of the recklessly horny idiot guys there decided to treat you to a drink while on the job.
You were actually friends with a couple of the waitresses that worked La Chica Azul. You knew that a lot of them came from rough backgrounds like yourself and were just trying to make their way through life the best they could. They were treated like sluts by some of the patrons of the bar, but for the most part they were good people. You're not going to pretend that you hadn't gotten boners from them, particularly a Blue Jay named Angela whom you've had many nocturnal emissions over, but you treated them with respect. You just prayed that in this new reality there wasn't going to be any other weird surprises and that you could survive this experience unscathed.
Mentally preparing yourself with some deep breathing exercises, your hands wrapped tightly around the sink counter, you accepted that you were now ready.
**
You entered La Chica Azul and walked up to the greeter, an Italian girl with beautiful brown eyes named Karen, who you knew for a fact was a prostitute on the side, not that it mattered. She was dressed in a Blue Jays dress just like you were.
“I'm here to see Lisa the manager” you said to Karen politely. “I'm inquiring about a job.”
“Are you the girl that's replacing Tina?” asked Karen with a hint of enthusiasm in her voice.
“Yeah, I am” you said, trying to avoid eye contact.
“Well you're going to make a lot of money, hun. You're the hottest girl I've seen in this place by far. Come on, follow me.”
“Uh...thanks” you answered uncomfortably as you followed Karen. Both of you walked past the bar, the dancing hall(Morrissey was currently playing on the loudspeaker despite no one being here this time of day), and a room full of tables. It was actually a pretty nice place if you didn't know that asshole Juan was the owner of it.
Lisa's room was already open, so Karen didn't need to knock. Both of them simply stood in the doorway and waited for her attention.
“Hey Lisa, I think this is the new girl we're hiring...”
Karen turned around to look at you.
“What's your named, sweetie?”
“Ashley” you said flatly.
“...This is Ashley.”
Lisa, who was sitting down, rolled over in her swivel chair to shake your hand.
“You're the busgirl that everyone next door has the hots for, I'm guessing. Nice to meet you. Take a seat.”
Karen shut the door behind her and went back to her station at the front of the club.
**
Lisa was around thirty-five years old and was distinctly not dressed in a Blue Jays outfit. You had met Lisa a couple of times as a man. She was a really smart lady, with a good head for business. You didn't have any clue why she was involved with a piece of shit like Juan.
“So...” asked Lisa as you sat down in front of her on a loveseat that was in her office.