broad shoulders and overstretched muscle. One of them, Skull, was calling me over. He had a neck tattoo of his namesake reaching from his chest to his chin, his neck covered in tinted ink. It only made him look more frightening. All the girls were terrified of him.
I approached even though my instincts were telling me to run. But you didn’t say no to Skull. He was known for roughing up girls in the back when the boss wasn’t looking. And I wasn’t trying to get myself hurt.
“Yes?” I asked as I came near enough. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah.” Skull beamed at me, the disco light on the ceiling reflecting from his shaved head. “My friend’s new here, and he wants to see some tits. I told him, Amicia’s got the best pair in the damn house. And he didn’t fuckin’ believe it. So, you gotta settle a bet between us, darlin’. Shirt up.”
I stared at his friend, a good-looking, brooding guy in his twenties. He smirked at me, not bothering to tell Skull to stop it. These guys were all the same. Testosterone filled monsters who thought they got Le Cabaret and the boss by the balls because they were tougher than us.
Everyone knew Skull was a bully. I was the only one smart, or perhaps stupid enough, to stand up to him.
“I don’t want to,” I said, trying to stay level-headed. “I have to get ready for my shift. He can see them once I’m up there.”
I tried to make my way past him, and for a second, I thought I’d get away with it. But then Skull’s meaty palm wrapped around my forearm, and he yanked me back.
“Did I say you had a choice, darlin’?” he grunted in my face, making me tremble with unwanted concern. “You never did know how to listen. I’ll just do it myself, then.”
He motioned his friend over, and the prick grabbed my throat, holding me firmly in place against the wall. I struggled against his firm grip, but to no avail. He easily overpowered me while Skull grabbed my coat and ripped it open. Buttons flew everywhere as I cursed out loud. It was my last good coat, Margaret’s hand-me-down, and I couldn’t afford a new one, not if I wanted to pay for training.
Skull wasn’t done yet. He pried my hands away from my body, forcing me to lean my ass against them and cage them behind me. Then, he lifted my sweater. Because I was working, I hadn’t worn underwear, not wanting to leave behind a bra or panty line. Of course, now it wasn’t helping matters much—Skull got easy access to my breasts, leering at my body as he and his friend held me in place.
“Look at her,” he muttered. “She got those ghost nipples. Almost in-fucking-visible, same color as the rest of her. Makes your mouth water, don’t it?”
The newly hired bouncer nodded. They were salivating over me. “Will you let me go, please? I need to get ready for my shift.”
“No, I don’t think we will,” Skull grumbled. “I’m not done with you just yet, darlin’. See, this is the best part.” He turned toward his buddy now, chuckling as he reached for me, his clammy fingers cold against my skin. “You pinch ‘em, and they turn purple. Fuckin’ purple. Not even red. See?”
He pinched my nipple so hard I cried out in pain. My eyes shot daggers at him as I hissed, “That’s because you’re bruising them, you piece of shit.”
“Now now, watch your tongue,” Skull reminded me, coming up close and glaring at me. His spittle flew from his lips and landed on my cheek. I recoiled in disgust, which only made him loathe me more. “You don’t want to get it cut out some day.”
“Jeez, Skull,” I said, unable to stop myself. “I wonder which one of the girls turned you down today to put you in such a foul mood.”
He scowled at me, then nodded at his friend and they both let go of me. “I’m takin’ your tips tonight, darlin’. You got your tongue to thank for that.”
“No, please.” How quickly I was reduced to begging… Damn Skull. “I really need that money, Skull. Please.”
He just laughed in my face, not even bothering with a response as he pulled his new friend back to guard the door. Shit. I kept walking to the dressing rooms, cursing inwardly for fucking up so badly. Even less money, and I was already barely making