Zuria
30 minutes later
"Girl, come over when I get off. Me and Retta want to get drunk and talk shit." I told Mya as she now sat at the bar again since the club was closing, I only had 30 minutes left and thankfully Kiara was no longer on the floor for some reason.
"Alright, cool. You need a ride or you catching one with Mitch? I got a rental." She went on to say and I nodded my head.
"Yeah, I'll ride with you. I don't want him to see what I have on and I don't feel like changing." I told her and she shook her head with a smile.
"Alright, cool."
"So whats going on with you two? Are y'all together or..?" She trailed off as I playfully rolled my eyes.
"Because the fam wants to know." She went on to say jokingly and I shrugged.
"I guess the basic answer would be no. We're just working on us right now." I explained to her, leaning onto the bar.
Mitch and I were doing exactly what we said we would and that was working on us. Not putting labels on anything and building our trust again and I had to admit it was going really well. I feel like this is the best we've ever been.
Especially since the family isn't involved in it this time.
"Well that's good, I'm really happy for y'all."
"Thank you, I'm happy for us too." I put my eyes to the sky.
"Lord knows I would've had to kill that man if he couldn't get his shit together." I joked and she chuckled, shaking her head.
We continued on talking for a while before the DJ instructed that the club would be closing in ten minutes. People were beginning to get their last dances out before leaving for the night and I couldn't help but to roll my eyes once I saw Kiara on the floor again. She was making her way back over to the bar with Mitch and one of the security guards right behind her.
"Oh my god." I rolled my eyes, moving closer to the bar and tucking my legs under it.
"What?" Mya asked, furrowing her eyebrows before her eyes followed my gaze.
"Oop." Was all she said as she stood to her feet and left me there by myself.
"This is the employee right here." Kiara pointed to me as I looked up at Mitch and he looked from her to me.
"She says you explained to her that she's not allowed to be on the floor?" She went onto ask him and he smirked, watching as I looked at him with an attitude.
I wish his ass would take her side. I thought to myself.
"Yeah." He nodded with a smirk as if he was reading my mind.
"I think I told you on the first day that I had an employee that I didn't want on the floor."
"This is that employee." He nodded his head toward me and she slowly turned her head to me and nodded with the I eat ass face.
"Okay, cool. I just wanted to confirm with you. I don't have much of a problem out of her, I just needed to hear it from the boss specifically." She went on.
"Also, before you go." She said to Mitch and the security guard as they were about to finally walk away.
"The skirt.." She pointed and my mouth dropped as I gasped, considering my legs were still under the bar and he hadn't even seen it. This bitch was really sitting here ratting me out because she was salty.
She didn't say anything about this skirt at all today, now she wanted to have a problem.
"Her's is a little short for a bottle girl. I think she should size up if she's going to start wearing them back here. The other girls are fine but since she just started wearing hers today, I think she might need a larger size."
"We don't want to send the wrong message to the customers, that's for the strippers." She snaked her neck and I nodded slowly, seeing that this bitch wanted war with me. She didn't even what she was doing right now, she just wanted to have a problem because she was wrong for what she did.
But little did she know, she wasn't only going to cause problems in the work space, she was going to cause them between him and I and I didn't need that right now. We were doing good.
"What?" Mitch knitted his eyebrows in confusion.
"Yes, her skirt. It's a little short for the ladies that reside back here."
"Let me see." He looked me in my eyes and I sighed deeply, standing up straight and pulling down the skirt a little since it actually was starting to rise up.
"See it looks better now but she just pulled it down. Before that her thong was showing." She went on, now just trying to make up shit because that was not true at all.
"Aight." He nodded his head with his eyes still on me.
"You, close down this station for tonight. Zuria, you come with me." He said to the both of us as I rolled my eyes hard and she tooted her lips up at me.
"Mad ass bitch." I mumbled to myself as I followed behind Mitch and the security guard.
*
Walking into Mitch's office, I slowly closed the door behind me as he sat down at his desk with a scowl on his face.
"Mit-"
"Why you tryn' get me started, bro?" He cut me off before I could even say anything.
"No, you're getting yourself started." I told him, considering none of this was my fault.
"I didn't have anything else to wear, my uniforms needed to be washed."
"I ain't tryn' hear that, Zuria. I asked you nicely not to wear that shit then you playin' in my face, hiding under tables like a little ass girl." He spoke, getting upset as I made my way over to his desk to sit down in the chair that was in front of it.
"Alright and I apologize but I had nothing else to wear so I wore this. It's not that deep, Mitch."
"It is that fuckin' deep because I asked you not to and you gon' against the grain!" He snapped as I shook my head, standing to my feet. He had me fucked up if he thought I was going to sit here and listen to this.
"And you know that shit, that's why you was hidin'." He went on and on as I walked away from him.
"Then when I snap on you, you want to make me the fuckin' bad guy."
"You don't listen, bro." He spat.
Rolling my eyes, I snatched the hoodie that he had lying on the couch off of it. Saying nothing else, I wrapped it around my waist, covering myself up.
He sat there looking at me with a scowl, finally shutting his mouth. After that, I said nothing else to him as I turned to walk out.
"Zuria." He spoke sternly as I was about to make my way out, grabbing the doorknob.
"What?" I asked, not even turning around to look at him.
"Com'ere. I ain't say I was finished." He told me and I put my eyes to the sky, finally turning around to him.
"What?" I asked, slowly walking over to him and he looked up into my eyes as I walked around to his side of the desk and sat at the edge.
"Just let me talk to you, ma." He sighed deeply and I could see all over his face that he was stressing but it was about much more than just my skirt.
"What's wrong?" I asked seriously as I looked down into his eyes and he shrugged, pretending to be okay.
"Ain't shit, it's just a lot." He went onto say as I rubbed a hand down his cheek.
"Like what? What's going on?" I asked concerned and he shook his head.
"Nothin' serious, ma. Just shit with the state." He shrugged it off but I knew that it was bothering him.
"What did they say?" I asked as I ran my hands through his beard, letting him talk to me because I knew he needed it right now.
"It ain't what they sayin'. It's what they doing."
"It just seem like shit just keep happening one thing after another."
"Like they just watchin' closely to find shit wrong with my facilities. Just wantin' to fuck with a nigga, mad that a black hood nigga like me purchasing shit all over the city." He expressed and I nodded slowly, understanding every word.
They'd did the same thing to him when he first opened his barbershop two years ago. First it was about his licenses and then it was about the capacity.
They hated Mitch but somehow he always pushed through the bullshit.
"Look at me." I told him, lifting his chin.
"Fuck them." I spoke sternly, making him smile as we looked into each other eyes.
"I'm serious, Mitch."
"You did this all on your own and that's why they're mad. There's always going to be a problem because you're black and successful, that's just what it is."
"They set this shit up for us to fail but you still succeeded and now they're mad." I told him seriously and he listened to my every word.
"You're the fucking boss."
"What ever they want to say, allow them to say that shit then come back ten times stronger. I know you can do it, you do it every time." I expressed to him and he smirked before he leaned in to kiss me softly.
"Don't ever sit here and stress yourself about nothing like that again or we're going to have a problem." I spoke sternly to him and he chuckled deeply.
"Don't play with me." I smiled, wrapping my arms his neck as he pushed me all the way up onto the desk and I placed my legs on each side of him while he still sat in his chair.
"I love you." I told him, removing the hoodie from around my waist and pushing my thong to the side. He looked down at my Girl, basically drooling as I sat there on the table with my legs wide opened in front of him.
"You love me?" I asked, lifting his chin again since he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of it.
"Yes. I love you, baby." He expressed and I smiled small, looking into his eyes as he tried his hardest not to look down so I could know that he was serious.
Grabbing his hand softly, I placed two of his fingers in my mouth as I sucked on them slowly before bringing his hand down to my Girl. He wasted no time pushing his fingers into me as I gasped, whimpering softly as he bit his bottom lip, still looking into my eyes.
Leaning back a bit, I placed my hands behind me on the table so that I wouldn't fall. When I did, he started fucking me harder with his fingers and I couldn't help but to moan loudly as he picked up the pace.
"Lay down, ma." He spoke sternly as he stood up from his chair and I moved my hands so that I could lay flat on my back.
I watched and waited as he unbuckled his belt and looked down at me while he bit his lip. I knew he was just as ready as I was since it's been a while since we last did it. We were strictly trying to work on us but it was hard to refrain from it. Plus he was stressing right now, I knew he needed it.
Pulling me to the edge of the desk, he leaned in to kiss me as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my pelvis upward toward him.
I was ready for him to fuck me.
Abruptly interrupting us, I heard his office's door open and he quickly backed away from me as I sat up, closing my legs.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." I looked back to see the manager, Kiara, before she quickly left out, closing the door behind her.
Mitch sighed deeply as I rolled my eyes, getting off of the desk. Now that was another person who knew about us, making this even more of a conflict of interest.
"Where you gon'?" He asked, obviously wanting to finish but I was completely out of the mood now after seeing that bitch's face.
"Maybe another time when you can put your employees in their place." I said to him as I fixed my thong and left out of the door, slamming it behind me.
*