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Smitten was almost finished reading the note book by the time the other members of the staff began showing up. Some she had met the day before, and were told they were to train her on the job. A few of the staffs had showed up already drunk. Two of the strippers were already smashed, and ready to sleep with whoever the beer told them was the hottest. Their already skimpy clothes were already fallen off, and the club had yet to open. A few other strippers were sober, somewhere high, and some looked like they had their heads way to far up their a**. One of the waitress was not close to the two sluts, but she was only stumbling every now ,and then. Then there was the three other bar tenders. They seemed sober enough, but slightly agitated about having to train her. Only one of them didn't.
While she had never worked at a bar, she did know something about making drinks. While the female never thought much about it. Her mother would get drunk on occasions, and Smitten would make her, her drinks. To her it was the least she could do. And her mother would rather get wasted at her house, then in the clubs. It wasn't something she cared to see, but to be honest. She never thought it would actually pay off. Smitten honestly had no idea why she was asked, she just went with it. Her mother really was a strange woman. "Strange indeed." The young brunette became lost in her thoughts for a few moments before one of her coworkers snapped her out of it. Telling her she had to get to work. Placing the note book back under the bar. Turning on her heel towards the two women, and the male who were going to work behind the bar with her. Hesitantly taking off her trench coat, revealing her short stripped dress. Smitten placed it on the coat rack hidden behind the bar. She had to stop her self from pulling her dress down, or else her breast would have popped out of the top. So she instead tried to tuck in her breast as much as she could. whispering a few barely audible words about the dress code, before she went to go help with setting up the liquor. The female noticed that her co bartenders had already checked the stocks the day before. So what she had done earlier was useless. Orders were orders, and it was better to make sure. "At least I know I dun need to go buy any." The cat girl thought to her self with a small smile, as she placed the bottles in the right places.
It was soon time for Vertigo to open, which meant it was time for her on job training. Giving the three a small grin, as she turned to one of the few men at the bar. He was middle aged, wearing a tidy black suit. He had a small bald spot, and was holding a cigar. Ignoring how he didn't look her in the eyes, and shamelessly stared at her breasts. The young woman reached under the bar, grabbing him an ash try, and placing it in front of him. As she stood fully back up the man was smirking. This confused her for a few seconds until she realized her cleavage was hanging out of her dress. "Why do the bartenders have to dress like the strippers!" Smitten thought to herself in an annoying whiny voice. Trying to cover up how uncomfortable she was. The female politely asked him what he would like to drink. The man decided to order Amore Appletini. The only thing was, was that the Yazi ginger vodka was at the bottom of the self. Did her really think that just because she was short she needed to bend down?
Right after the young woman turned around she rolled her eyes, and retucked her annoying breasts back into the top of her dress. Mumbling a few quiet words under her breath such as. "Stupid perverts." Or. "At least I'm not a stripper." She will admit it was to early to complain, but it was a bad habit that showed up at times. Grabbing the bottle of ginger vodka, the female began to make the drink. When she finished she handed it to the middle aged man. Grabbing the money from him, before giving him another small smile, before moving on to another costumer. Not before glancing over at her coworkers who were busy. They were flirting with the costumers as well. She could remember what one of them telling her to do that yesterday, so she would earn better tips. But it was something she would rather not do.
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