Melissa replied as she looked over the bowl of fresh fruit and debated about having a banana.
“He said there’s all cops involved and in tips alone you could make a few grand a night. Man, I wish I knew how to bartend.”
“A few grand! What the hell kind of outfit do I have to wear, and do I have to take it off in front of the patrons or something?”
“No! Paul said that the outfit is skimpy. All the waitstaff and bartenders wear them. Besides, you’ve worked the bar at Stiletto’s, and that’s a strip club.”
“Oh, great! Throw that in my face, too. I have never stripped before just bartended private parties. I’ll have you know that the only reason I did those few private parties in the back room was because of Marcy and her kids, Joyce and her three kids, as well as Turner, Margaret, and Barbara. If I hadn’t made that twenty grand, working my rear off for that entire weekend, they would have been tossed out onto the streets and their kids would be in foster care, separated from their families. No freaking way would I have let that happen.”
“I know, I know, I wasn’t throwing it in your face. You’ve helped so many people in this neighborhood, Mel. I know you have your own nieces and nephews to worry about and your sick aunt. This job could bring some big money, and you wouldn’t have to show off that fabulous body of yours in some too tight T-shirt for a bunch of perverted men. It would be better, that’s all I’m saying. Then when you take the bar exam and pass, you could get a regular job and maybe defend people like me in court who get ripped off by the scumbags of society.”
Melissa sighed.
“Okay, give me the number. I’ll check it out.”
“Yeah!” Celine exclaimed before she hung up the phone.
* * * *
Thirty minutes later, as Melissa cleaned the apartment and restocked the pantry for the weekend, her cell phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number but answered it anyway.
“Hello, is Melissa there?” the person asked, and she didn’t recognize the male voice.
“Who is this?”
“Is this Melissa?”
She was getting annoyed.
“Who is this?”
“Um…I’m looking for Melissa. I’m a friend of Celine’s, and I used to know Melissa’s brother-in-law Mike.”
Oh crap.
“I’m so sorry, this is Melissa. I didn’t recognize your voice, and you didn’t identify yourself.”
“No problem. It’s my fault. I’m in a bit of a rush today preparing the restaurant for the crowd Saturday. Celine said you were interested in the position.”
“I may be. I kind of work at another place right now.”
“I know she told me. Charlie’s, right? I’ve known him for years. This won’t interfere with your schedule. It wouldn’t be all the time, or it could be if you like working for me. It’s up to you. The thing is, I need someone for Saturday night.”
“I’m sorry I’m working Saturday at Charlie’s.”
“I’m sure he can find someone to cover your shift. I promise it will be worth it. Celine swears by your abilities as a bartender.”
Melissa released a sigh. “Did Celine also swear by my body for this mysterious outfit I need to wear?”
He chuckled, but it sounded kind of nice.
“It’s really not a mysterious outfit. It’s a short black miniskirt, high heels, and a very unique tip-getting kind of top.”
“Oh, really? Like the kind where my boobs are about to pour into the drinks along with the liquor?”
He laughed again, and his chuckle was appealing. Oh my god, she was wondering what this Paul looked like.
“Listen, come by today and check it out. If you don’t like it, then don’t take the job. I’ll be here for the next two hours. Do you know where we’re located?”
“Yes, I do. Okay, I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
She hung up the phone and wondered if she made a huge mistake. She prepared Tommy’s snack for nursery school, cleaned up, changed into a better outfit, then headed out to drop Tommy off and meet this Paul