Taunting

Alicia’s POV

The deep bass in the underground club hits my ears harshly while I move around, working. Among the strobe lights were tons of bare skin, especially among the other girls working. I was thankful that I stuck to the outfit I chose; a black T-shirt and matching denim shorts.

When I arrived I was offered the sparkly bikini outfit the other girls wore. The sight of it alone made me feel uncomfortable and I declined it several times over before I was finally allowed to wear my comfortable clothes.

On the other hand, for my refusal I had to deal with the standoffish attitude of the bartender, Carla. From the moment I began working she looked over me with a scowl.

“Hey! Bring more bottles from the store room. We still have other customers to serve.” She called out to me, glaring my way with scowl clearly shown. I had to grit my teeth to bear it.

Shortly after she turned away to the nearest customer with a pleasant smile. It was obvious she was out of me.

Several hours had pass