Page 12 of The Ninth

She came back with a uniform and a money belt, “Put this on and then go to the bar. Don’t let anybody stop you or pull you away. Go straight to Mac, okay?”

“Okay.”

She picked up the stack of money from doing make-up and put it in her titties. She told me while she was doing the faces that Liv and the owner allowed her to keep all the profit if she did everyone. At the beginning of each night, she was starting with two thousand dollars, immediately. The thought of even touching that type of money had me changing clothes as she walked out.

“C-DOLLAS!

“CASS MONEY, I BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU!”

“NAH, NAH, NAH! COME HERE REAL QUICK, SHORTY!”

The niggas were waiting for her at the locker room door. That made me nervous. The way my titties looked like two melons in this shirt made me nervous. The shorts was at least decent enough to cover my entire ass, although it looked even more plumped in them. The money belt made my waist look more cinched than it already does. It’s nothing compared to Cassie’s.

I rubbed my belly ring slowly before turning, walking out.

Part Two

“Aye, you got change?”

“When you start working here?”

“Damn, baby!”

I felt like I was walking through hell. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be here! I thought over and over again.

Luckily, Mac saw me coming and met me halfway. She seemed genuinely excited that I ended up back here with her. Apparently, she’s the bar manager. There was one other black girl back here with us. I swear, you must have to be one of the top one hundred finest bitches in Chicago to work here. She was short, quiet, and cute as hell.

“I want you to just watch and drink tonight. It’s important to taste everything so you can give out accurate recommendations. Have you eaten anything?”

She held eye contact and smiled while speaking to me. Her skin was light, cheeks slightly red from running the bar like the Navy. Her body hit crazy. Slim face and arms, huge breast and ass, soft thighs, cinched in waist with her tummy. The way her curls fell onto her face with her soft, plush lips were sexy. She was beautiful. It makes sense why the three of them are friends.

“Um, no.”

“We’ll get you some chicken wings, girl. You about to be to’ up. Do not break a bottle, they cost a gripmillion. What’s your name going to be so I can get you a nametag?”

“Um...I’m not sure. Maybe Dee or like Diced Pineapples.”

She stared at me before busting out laughing, “Bitch, you tryna get ate?! We’ll just call you Vyn. Please don’t give out your real name.”

For the rest of the time, I just ate food, drank liquor, and talked with Mac Daddy. The name was fitting. She was like all these nigga’s daddy in here. They literally drooled and barked when she told them too. Some of them, she set the tip price for. A regular nigga was tipping ten dollars. But the blinging ones was giving her five hundred for a shot. The best part, no part of her body was showing. The face and body through the clothes was enough. And that was hot. That turned me up. I can work here and make money without showing a pussy lip.

“How did you meet C-Dollas and T-Nice?” I asked above the music. I fell into the counter a bit. She laughed and stood me up right.

“I didn’t meet them until this place opened and I got hired. They’re extremely close, so I never thought that they would make us a trio. Even though the two of them have years together on me, I feel equally loved. They’ll open up more to you. Cass Money was so excited for you to come.”

I blinked hard, “Really? Why?”

Mac chuckled, “What do you mean, why? That’s yo peoples! Was it hard leaving your friends at home?”

“I didn’t...really have any. And I haven’t for a while.”

“I can tell you’re not ready to speak about it, but I’m here when you are.”

I smiled softly.

“Shorty,” a man with gold grills smiled at me. “What’s your name?”

“Vyn.”