“You can sit where you like,”
the woman told Sarah.
“Oh, I actually wondered if I
could speak to the person who does the hiring.”
“We don’t have any openings,”
the man behind her growled as he moved up behind the woman. “Especially not for
someone who’s been fired.”
Sarah was shocked; how did he
know she’d been fired? “Um, may I ask how you know that?”
“Sure. We were warned. Feller
came in here yesterday telling us that we shouldn’t hire anyone fitting your
description cause she was fired for rudeness and dumping stuff on people. We don’t
want none of that here, missy. Now have a sit and eat or get out,” the man
growled glaring at her.
Sarah was shocked because
this must be the work of that asshole that she’d insulted last night. The man
was trying to prevent her from getting another job. How dare he! He’d come in
here and told these people she might come in and request a job. She was pissed.
Leaving the diner, she drove
to the restaurant only to get told the same thing. She was livid but at least
she still had the interview for this afternoon. She glanced at her watch. She’d
have just enough time to go to the last place on her list, a cleaning company
that took in laundry.
Sarah was beyond mad when she
discovered that the man had also come to the cleaners with the same story and
she wondered if there was a single place in this town that the man hadn’t gone
to and bad-mouthed her. She was about to head to her interview when her phone
rang. Not knowing the number, she answered hesitantly.
“Hello.”
“Hi, Miss Banner?”
“Yes, this is Miss Banner.”
“Perfect. I hope I caught you
before you left to come to your interview with us at Sunshine Day School. If
not, I am sorry. I’m calling to let you know that we actually just hired the
last applicant who showed up and won’t be needing you to interview. We
appreciate your interest,” the woman said and Sarah wanted to cry. She’d been
counting on the interview, hoping that he hadn’t gone to the daycares too. Only
now it looked like she wasn’t even going to get a chance.
“Oh, well, um, do you want me
to interview anyway in case this person doesn’t work out?” she asked, hoping
they’d say yes.
“No, thank you for offering
but that’s not necessary. We will keep you on the call list and if another position
opens up, you’ll be on the list for us to call first. Thanks again, Miss Banner,
and we will call you if we have an opening.”
Sarah woodenly thanked the
woman and smacked her head against the steering wheel. Damn, now what was she
going to do?
That was when a sign across
the street caught her eye. It read Blue Bird Strip Club and Sarah stared at it
for a long moment. She closed her eyes. This was crazy but she was sure that
asshole wouldn’t have walked into a strip club and bad mouthed her. Then again
he’d said he was soon to be a prospect with the Blue Bandits and everyone
around here knew that they ran the Blue Bird.
She knew that she could pack
up Josh and just drive away when her paid weeks at the motel were up, go to
another town and get a job, but she’d miss Sammy, and she’d never had somewhere
to call home and she wanted that. Being here with Sammy over the last three
years had kept her strong. When Cody had handed her the credits and told her to
get the abortion, she hadn’t known what to do. She was alone with a baby on the
way and she’d known damned good and well that she wasn’t going to kill her
baby.
She had already started
working for Hal a few weeks before she found out about Josh. Sarah had already
started to create the bonds of friendship and it didn’t take Sammy long to
figure out she was pregnant. She’d been Sarah’s rock from the moment she found
out and she still was. They’d been friends for a long time and Josh loved his
Auntie Sam almost as much as she did.
Sarah knew her friend would
help her, but she’d promised never to be her mother and she’d do what she had
to do to keep that promise. A hard determination filling her, she started the
car. She drove across the street and parked next to about twenty bikes and a
few cars. Seemed it was early for the crowds, which was good for her. She
gripped the wheel, looking out the window at the two men leaning against the
wall near the door.
Was she really going to do
this? She must be losing her mind. She sucked in a deep breath, her eyes on the
two men wearing leather vests. One had a nose ring, with a chain hanging from
his waist and wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. The other wasn’t wearing a
shirt but wore a leather vest too; his upper body was covered in tattoos.
She wasn’t frightened by the
tattoos; they were beautiful. She’d always thought tattoos were sexy. He had a
butterfly across his chest that was coming from the mouth of a skull. It wasn’t
a traditional girly butterfly; it was made up of jagged edges and fire and it
was a work of art. Breathtaking in a way and frightening in another. Sarah
could see that the man with the tattoos had a scar that ran along his left
cheek from beneath his eye all the way up to his hairline.
She was debating driving away
and forgetting about her promise to not be her mother when she realized she
couldn’t do that. She just wasn’t able to live off her best friend no matter what,
not when there was a chance that she’d be able to get a job.
Steeling herself for walking
into this club, she got out of her car. Pulling her purse onto her shoulder,
she began moving towards the door. The man with the nose ring tapped the other
and pointed at her. The other man laughed at whatever he’d said and Sarah
wanted to run back to her car and get the hell out of here, but she didn’t. She
kept walking towards them with determination.
“Are you lost, sweetcheeks?” asked
the tatted man.
“No,” she replied flatly,
refusing to allow them to frighten her away. She was doing this for Josh. The
flyer had said they paid five hundred credits plus tips and that was better
than anywhere else in town. She should have come here first but she’d wanted
somewhere men wouldn’t be jerk-offs and this didn’t seem like that place to
her.
“This is a strip club you
know,” the second man snickered.
“I know,” Sarah said between
her teeth, not willing to back off this idea now that she’d had it. She was
determined to talk to whoever did the hiring here, even if she had to get past
these two buffoons to do it.
“And you decided to come here
wearing that?” he asked, his brows rising to his hairline in amazement.
“Yes,” Sarah said flatly.
“Sweetcheeks, I think you
should get back in your car and leave. This isn’t the place for a lady,” nose
ring guy told her, looking at her as if she’d lost her mind.
“I’m here to apply for the
waitress job. Now let me through.”
“Uh, yeah. I don’t think
you’d be a good fit for that job. So why don’t you just get back into your car
and leave,” tattoo said, gesturing to her car.
Sarah wanted to scream at them that she wasn’t a
child, she was twenty-seven years old and she could damned well decide for
herself if she wanted to walk into a damned strip club. No reposting of this material allowed.
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