Golden's POV
"I am not wearing that, Helen." I firmly said. All my co-workers went inside the locker to change and I'm still standing in here with Helen. She gave me her puppy eyes and I tried my best to ignore it.
"This is not that bad." She assured me and showed me the clothes. I gave her an unbelievable expression and she smiled sweetly. "You'll look good in these. I promise." She told me.
No. I'm not wearing that.
I glanced at the revealing red crop top and black short skirt she's holding. That's something Tanya would wear. I was about to leave when she said something that stopped me. "I'll triple your salary. Just wear these. You'll look good in these and I'm not even kidding."
I looked at her. She really knows how to talk to me. I released a deep sigh. "Fine." I yield and she squeals.
I almost tripped when she suddenly grabbed me and ran towards the locker. I smiled when I saw Travis. He's getting ready to leave. "Hey! Wait." He called. He approached us and Helen looked at him with questioning expression.
"Aren't you leaving?" Travis asked me. He looked at me with a confused expression when he noticed the clothes. "A bachelor rented the club for the night." Helen answered for me.
"So I shouldn't be leaving yet, right?" He said and smiled. Helen shook her head and his eyebrows furrowed. "No it's okay. You can leave. The bachelor wants female servers only." Helen said. His expression changed and I could tell that he didn't like the idea of having only female servers at night.
It does sounds weird.
But we're not being sold here so don't worry. Some customers do asked for that kind of stuffs. They celebrate birthdays and other events here and we're tying our best to satisfy them by following their requests.
"I'll be the bartender for tonight." He insisted but Helen declined it. "We have Gwen, Travis." Helen said. He whimpered and I can sense his frustration base on how he bit his lower lip.
"I'm okay, Travis." I said. He looked at me and sighed. "You can go home. Make sure to tie your shoes tightly." I reminded him. I chuckled when he gave me a sheepish smile. He told me a story about him tripping over because of his loose tie yesterday.
"Y-Yeah. I'll be back at twelve." He said. I was going to decline his offer of driving me home but he insisted. I told him my good-bye and Helen and I went inside the locker.
"Are you guys something?" She playfully asked and I scowled. Travis is like a brother to me. "I'm like his sister, Helen." I sarcastically said and she just laughed. "He treats you more than a sister. I think he likes you." She said and I just shrugged my shoulders.
Helen is a twenty-five years old businesswoman. She's been my boss for two years. She treats her employees like how she treats her friends. She's pretty cool actually. I'm her closest employee here and she really likes to ship me with different guys.
Helen couldn't believed that I haven't had a boyfriend since birth. She said she'd never seen someone as introverted as me. I'm not an introvert actually, I'm just not friendly.
She handed me the clothes. "Should I go out?" She said and I nodded. I took off my plain uniform and wear the skirt and crop top.
It fits just right and that what makes it uncomfortable. My skin can barely breathe. My navel is showing and I tried to hide it with the skirt but my butt will show underneath. This is frustrating.
"Are you done?" Helen asked from the other side of the door. I opened it and her eyes automatically scanned my body and her eyes widened. "You've been hiding those curves all these years?!" She squealed. I just smiled. I know that she's just giving me compliments to boost my confidence but I ain't buying it.
"Look at you!" She grabbed my shoulders and face me to the full-size mirror. I immediately saw my reflection and I was surprised to see this version of me. She wasn't kidding. I do have the curves.
I scanned my body. My blonde hair is tied in a high ponytail and my long slender neck is captivating. "Do you want to put some makeup?" She asked and I shook my head. I don't really need that.
A few minutes later, the guests started showing. The bachelor is talking to Helen and I've noticed that most of them looks rich. I was giving glasses of champagne when a blonde guy caught my attention. His skin is extremely pale and his blonde hair is actually very white for a blonde. Is he albino or something?
I winced when he looked at me and I met his green eyes. They're beautiful. "You look hot." A young man said. I gave him an uncomfortable smile and ignored him. I was about to leave when he touches my exposed leg. I squeak and glared at him.
He has blue hair and tanned skin. I also noticed the dragon tattoo on his right arm. "Why are you acting so prude, Miss Club lady?" He snorted. He's obviously a smug. I didn't want to add fuel to the fire so I just ignored him. His set of friends laughed and I froze when a pair of hands circled my waist.
"Stop playing coy and and play with me instead." He taunted and started caressing my waist.
I knew that accepting Helen's request was a bad idea. I tried to push him but he's surprisingly too strong. I struggled and his grip tightens. "Let go of me, Sir!" I'm still trying my best to be polite despite of his obnoxiousness.
There's no Travis to save me right now and that made me more frustrated.
"Don't embarrass me in front of my friends slut." He slurs. My blood boils of what he said. He was still touching me and I couldn't hold back my anger anymore. This is just too much!
I pushed him hard with all my mortal strength and he lost his balance and landed on their table. The glasses fell on the floor and it shattered, creating a loud noise. We caught some of the guests' attention and I turned around and ran towards the counter but I was surprised when a hand grip my hair.
"Argh!" I groaned.
"How fucking dare you slut!" He frantically yelled at me. The people just stare at us and I can't believe this is happening right now. Where in a bloody hell is Helen?! "Don't you fucking know me!" He asked loudly and I struggled to yanked my hair off of him.
They were just staring at us like they're watching a live soap opera. I looked around but I don't see my co-workers and Helen. Where are they! I'm being harassed here!
He still has a handful of my hair and I think my scalp is about to pull off.
"Let go of her..." A cold voice said. I followed the voice and my lips parted when I recognized him.
It's the albino guy.