•BRIANNA•
The rest of my shift at the club passed by in a blur. The entire time, my mind was replaying the conversation with Mr. Cole repeatedly. The customers soon started dispersing, and within a few minutes, the club was already empty. The only people left were me and the other employees tidying the place.
By 11:45 p.m., Cherry and I had finished up, and we left the club together. We began the walk back to my house. We were still walking when she broke the silence between us and brought up a conversation about the encounter between Mr. Cole and me. I didn’t want to talk about it because it made me uncomfortable.
“What’s up with you and the boss? I was looking at you when he came to you, and I noticed you were tense,” she uttered as we walked.
“There is nothing wrong, why do you ask?” I replied, trying to divert her from talking about the topic.
“There is something. I know there is. I couldn’t help but notice your mood turned sour after whatever conversation the both of you had,” Cherry responded, and I sighed in exhaustion. I had no choice but to tell her. Cherry was just like my mom and sister: inquisitive and very observant. They wouldn’t rest until they got to the bottom of an issue.
“Well, the truth is that he has been bothering me ever since I started working at the club. I thought he would stop at some point, but apparently, he’s not stopping soon. And this evening, he swore I would come crawling to him to fuck me. To be honest with you, I’m kind of scared,” I explained to her.
Cherry looked annoyed when I said that. “This has been going on for some time, and you couldn’t tell me about it?”