My Yautja, My Friend.
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Category:
M through R › Predator
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,742
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own the Predators. I don't make any money from the writing of this story so don't sue me, ha ha. I do this as I enjoy writing.
Gone.
She arrived 15 minutes late, parking in the clubs be-dimmed and dingy car-park. She hated parking round there. They wouldn’t even let her come through the back door. She had to walk right around to the front in the unlit, darkness. They wouldn’t even install CCTV and she knew they made enough.
She shivered and then she stopped! She heard something… a clicking sound.
“Oh fuck” this was all she needed, she thought. She began to run but that was easier said than done in 5” heels! She turned and looked back. She was unsure but thought she saw a shadow. A big shadow. She shrugged it off as she turned the corner and went inside the front door of the club.
When she was inside she could see Charlie standing by the bar with his arms folded. She walked up to him. “You’re late” he barked. “I’m sorry” she said meekly. “Listen, E” (as he called her) “You probably know why you’re here so lets cut the bull-shit and get down to business. You are not making enough as the others. You are letting me down. And I know you have been giving out free drinks to regulars!!!”
“Look, Charlie, I am sorry” she stammered. It suddenly dawned on her that she wanted to keep this job, jobs were not hard to come by whether she hated it or not! “I gave one customer another drink… he wouldn’t keep his paws off of me so I promised him one on the house if her left me alo… “ALONE?” he yelled at her, cutting her off. “You are there for the customers enjoyment. You know my rules. They ARE allowed to touch if they pay extra. You know the drill…. I get 70% you get 30% of any extra money. You certainly don’t request to be ‘LEFT ALONE’ for fuck sake! And you DON’T go giving out free drinks!”
“I know, I know Charlie. It won’t happen again. I will work harder. They can touch me. I am sorry” she whimpered almost crying. She was trying to hold back the tears. “No, E” he said in a softer tone. “I am the one who is sorry. This can’t go on. You have had more than your fair share of chances. I am gonna have to let you go”. “Nooooooooooooooooo” she shrieked! “Please, God, don’t do this to me Charlie!” she pleaded! “E, get your sorry ass out of here or I will have security throw you out!” he bawled.
She shivered and then she stopped! She heard something… a clicking sound.
“Oh fuck” this was all she needed, she thought. She began to run but that was easier said than done in 5” heels! She turned and looked back. She was unsure but thought she saw a shadow. A big shadow. She shrugged it off as she turned the corner and went inside the front door of the club.
When she was inside she could see Charlie standing by the bar with his arms folded. She walked up to him. “You’re late” he barked. “I’m sorry” she said meekly. “Listen, E” (as he called her) “You probably know why you’re here so lets cut the bull-shit and get down to business. You are not making enough as the others. You are letting me down. And I know you have been giving out free drinks to regulars!!!”
“Look, Charlie, I am sorry” she stammered. It suddenly dawned on her that she wanted to keep this job, jobs were not hard to come by whether she hated it or not! “I gave one customer another drink… he wouldn’t keep his paws off of me so I promised him one on the house if her left me alo… “ALONE?” he yelled at her, cutting her off. “You are there for the customers enjoyment. You know my rules. They ARE allowed to touch if they pay extra. You know the drill…. I get 70% you get 30% of any extra money. You certainly don’t request to be ‘LEFT ALONE’ for fuck sake! And you DON’T go giving out free drinks!”
“I know, I know Charlie. It won’t happen again. I will work harder. They can touch me. I am sorry” she whimpered almost crying. She was trying to hold back the tears. “No, E” he said in a softer tone. “I am the one who is sorry. This can’t go on. You have had more than your fair share of chances. I am gonna have to let you go”. “Nooooooooooooooooo” she shrieked! “Please, God, don’t do this to me Charlie!” she pleaded! “E, get your sorry ass out of here or I will have security throw you out!” he bawled.