Page 43 of Beg for It

For the most part, tonight has been good. The customers are polite, the drinks are flowing, and the tips have been insane.

I’ve laughed, smiled, and talked with Lizz and Isaac. Turns out Lizz isn’t so scary when she’s not in a shitty mood. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she mentioned she got laid last night. A comment that had my cheeks going bright red. She teased me about it.

About an hour ago, Isaac had to leave as he wasn’t feeling well. Thankfully, things have slowed down. So, Lizz and I have been handling customers just fine on our own.

The only thing that has me on edge is the one older gentleman who’s been sitting at the bar for the past half hour.

He’s been watching me with leering eyes. I hate it, it’s making me uneasy. But he hasn’t done anything to me. There’s no reason for me to cause alarm or say anything to my co-workers.

Maybe I’m being paranoid and making it a bigger deal inside my head than it needs to be.

Just to be sure, I watch him from the corner of my eye as I work.

He sits, and watches me back.

I smile politely at the customers in front of me as I make their drinks and make small talk. Lizz cleans down the bar top, with no one to serve at the moment. Meaning she’s free to take drink orders.

So tell me why this man who’s watching me waits until I’m free to raise his glass, insinuating he wants another? He grins at me, licking his lips as his eyes sweep over me.

A gross feeling settles over me and I know I don’t want to go over to him.

“Lizz.” I get her attention. “Could you get that gentleman another drink? Are you okay if I go for my break now?”

His face drops as he frowns.

“Sure thing.” Lizz says, before going over to take the man's order.

Needing a moment to myself to breathe and some space away from that guy, I quickly make my way around the bar and towards the back of the staff room.

Grabbing the bathroom door handle, I go to open it but find it locked. “Occupied,” a voice shouts back and I curse.

I really need to use the bathroom. So, I leave and head back into the club towards the customer bathrooms.

Beelining past the people using the urinals, I lock myself inside the last stall.

Sitting down on the toilet seat, I put my face in my hands and take a few calming breaths.

I’ve been doing so well with my anxiety. I should have known it was too good to be true.

Maybe I’m overreacting, but that guy gives me bad vibes. I only have a half hour left. My break is fifteen minutes. I didn’t take one because I didn’t feel like I needed it. Maybe if I go tell Lizz how I’m feeling, she will let me go home early.

“Stop being a pussy.” I grit out, grabbing handfuls of my hair.This is the real world, Cam. You can’t run every time you feel overwhelmed. It’s life. Get over it.

Taking another few minutes to get myself under control, I leave the stall and go over to the sink to splash some cold water on my face before leaving.

As I round the corner, heading back towards the bar, I bump into someone.

“Sorry.” I say, stumbling back.

Two hands reach out and grab me. My eyes snap up to find the man from the bar. “Woah there,” he chuckles.

Pure panic fills me as my heart starts to race again. Swallowing hard, sweat breaks out over my body. He’s touching me. I don’t want him to touch me.

“I-I need to get back to work.” I manage to get out, moving to take a step out of his hold, but he grips my shoulders harder and I can’t help the whimper that slips free.

His eyes flash with hunger, a low growl leaving his chest as he pushes me up against the wall.

“I knew it,” he chuckles low, deep and sinister. “I wasn’t sure if my nose was playing tricks on me or not.” I should be screaming for help, knee him in the fucking balls, but I can’t. I’m too afraid to say anything, do anything. My eyes slam closed as he brings his face forward. “But being this close, I can smell you. A sweet, ripe little omega you are.” He groans.