Again, I nodded, but kept my eyes on my notecards. I really wanted to start the semester off well. As a math major, I loved numbers and working analysis by running numbers, as we did in statistics. However, when it came to theory courses that required the understanding of historical explanations, as well as written papers to explain said theories, that was a weakness of mine. I needed to focus on doing well from the very beginning.

After what felt like only a few minutes, I looked at the watch on my wrist and saw that I only had another two minutes before my shift.

“Time flies when you’re having fun,” I mumbled to myself, before inserting my notecards into my leather, over the shoulder backpack, and pushing it all of the way behind the boxes of unopened liquor bottles under the bar.

“Time to get to work,” Pia noted as I stood up and smoothed down the edges of the red, checkered mini-skirt I wore.

“It’s that time,” I responded, using my hands to adjust my boobs so they sat up in the midriff, white T-shirt I wore. I pulled up the suspender straps holding my skirt in place. The knee-high white socks and platform heels I wore completed the supposed school girl outfit the owner of Richie’s was going for. After three and a half years of working there, I no longer thought about the ridiculousness of the outfit. The pay was decent, but the tips more than made up for it, and my while my academic scholarship paid for my school and living expenses on campus, I worked to save so I’d have money to move once I finished school.

“How do I look?” I held out my arms, asking Pia.

Her pink lips spread into a wide grin. “Damn good. Now go make that money.” She smacked me on the ass as I walked past her.

I pushed her arm away, used to her teasing by now. As soon as I stepped from behind the bar, the main lights darkened and the strobe lights turned up. I looked up as the music started playing. I immediately recognized The Rolling Stones’ “Brown Sugar”. Trinity had a thing for anything by the Rolling Stones. Her long, thin frame made its way from behind the red velvet curtain to the stage.

“Hey!”

I turned toward the bar to Pia.

“Mike says we’ve got a big crowd coming in. Potential big spenders or something. Look alive.”

I stood up straight.

“Poke your tits out. Come on, you know the drill!” she yelled back.

Rolling my eyes skyward, I stood up straight, shoulders back so that my boobs stood at attention, and pulled my long, brunette locks, over my shoulder.

“That’s it. Now work those baby blues of yours!”

I blinked rapidly, emphasizing my eyes.

“Go get ’em,” she called just before moving farther down the bar to make a drink for a patron that’d just entered.

Spinning around, I grabbed one of the circular trays I carried the drinks and plates of food on, when ordered, ignoring the growing voices of the men catcalling Trinity as she danced on stage. I could tell at what point of her set she was on by how loud the cheers were.