Kitten

Ch. 2

- Isadora's POV -

- Weeks Later-

Working here isn't so bad. Sure people test my patience, wink and whistle at me all day long. Somtimes they try to get a good slap on my ass, but, I learned and adapted pretty fast. Three weeks of working and I knew the routes of the tables in the first half of the first shift. I'm getting pretty good tips too. Every now and then, I stop and talk to Josie before she has to get back on stage. Cass took his time to warm up to me but eventually I got him to come out of his shell. I stomped up to the bar and slammed the tray onto the counter.

"Frustrated kitty cat?" He chuckled.

"I hate fuck boys. Always thirsty, but never for drinks." I rolled my eyes and let out an irritated sigh. "More shots please Cass." He nodded and filled ten shot glasses full of tequila.

"If they ever get handsy, you let me know." He tossed the rag over his shoulder and folded his arms.

"My hero!" I lightly squealed in my most girly voice possible. Fanning myself and putting the back of my hand to my forehead. He laughed.

"Seriously though... I'm not just the bartender. I'm also the bouncer."

"You're a twig. I'm pretty sure even I could take you." I laughed. He gave me a smile that made me shiver.

"Black belt in Muy Thai and fifteen years training in MMA." He popped his knuckles and his neck. (Mixed Martial Arts)

"I retract my previous statement." I said raising my hands in surrender. He laughed and went back to work.

- Rafael's POV -

She's perfect. Sitting in one of the lounge chairs, I have a really good view of the main floor, the stage and the little kitten. I watch her obliviously walk past me as she carries that tray back and forth from table to table. That perky round ass bouncing with each step.

"Hi daddy." Brianna cooed as she steps into my view. She's been here since we opened a few years back. She's cute and all but I see her as nothing more than an easy lay. I catch a glimpse of kitten walk over to a table behind the stage, out of my sight. I sigh and try not to lose my cool with the slut standing before me.

"You better have a good reason for disturbing me." I said, staring at her.

"You look tense. Maybe I can help you relax. You know how good I am with my tongue." She put her hand on my chest and slowly moved it towards my pants. I grab her wrist just before she gets there.

"No." I shove her hand away and she scoffs.

"You've never once denied me, why now!? Are you with someone else!?" She hollers. I don't tolerate disrespect from anyone. I won't put up with temper tantrums either. I stood up and grabbed her by the throat, slamming her agaisnt the wall behind me. She began to shake as I stared her down. Her eyes widened with fear. My father told me that warnings are for slackers. Real men make their point clear the first time around.

"I am your fucking boss. Yes we fucked a few times but you still work for me. If you ever raise your voice or question me again, I'll put a bullet in your head. Do you understand?" I stayed calm. Most of the time that scares them even more. Suddenly the sound of screaming catches my attention.