Not Selling My V-Card
Megan's POV
I shot out of bed, a gasp leaving my lips. I touched a hand to my face to realize that it was wet- with tears. Damn. I've been crying in my sleep again. I could feel the memory of the dream slipping away, but I didn't bother to try and remember. If it was traumatizing enough that my subconscious cried, I really did not want to face it when I was awake. Especially since I had bigger things to worry about in reality. I wrapped my blankets tighter around me, in a phantom hug- almost as if someone was giving me a hug- before I loosened my grip on it and let go. I got out, and went about my daily duties, wincing at the pain I felt with every movement.
I made a quick lunch for myself and stored the remainders in the fridge. My father would probably heat that up for dinner or he'd just have his dinner elsewhere. Honestly, I didn't really care, as long as I didn't get hurt. I learned the hard way, that caring really gets you nothing but pain. It was part of the reason that I loved my job mostly. Meeting new people- not really knowing them, all those passing faces made me feel safe and comfortable. I knew there was no way I could be hurt by any of them. "Mhmm" I hummed to myself, downing 3 painkillers. I wished I could say that I turned on the TV, or read the paper, but unfortunately, Father banned those in the house- claiming that they were lies and not the truth at all. I really doubted him, but it seemed that opposing him would really only end in my demise.
I took another shirt to wear for my shift, packed it in my bag and left the house, not bothering to say bye to my sibling. I had on a simple tank top and jeans, but the tank would show my bruises if it rode up. Also, my arms had a smattering of them, but they weren't as obvious unless you were really staring at my arms. But, the tank would have to suffice for the journey to the club. No one in New York cared enough about an ordinary looking female taking the subway, anyways.
I groaned when I got out of the station. I was a few minutes late already! Joe was going to flip his shit if I didn't hurry! I hurried in, tossed my bag haphazardly into the locker and quickly put on my work shirt over my tank. I hurried to my bar and started setting everything up nonchalantly, pretending that I wasn't late. Joe walked out of the toilet, sent me a beady glare and walked back to his office, absentmindedly scratching his tummy. I heaved a sigh, as the tension left my body and I continued with my inventory checks. "Diana!" Joe yelled from his office. "Yeah?" I answered. The phone at the bar counter rang. I answered. "We're starting at 5.30pm. Exclusive party for some rich dude. I'm sending you their pre-orders." Joe mumbled down the phone. "Alright" I answered, a little puzzled. Joe wouldn't open the club early for anybody, so this guy must've paid a lot of money or he was really important to impress. "Whatever." I thought, annoyed.
At around 5.15pm, an elegant looking red-head walked in. "Hi, we're the Anthony party?" She said, looking at me up and down. I frowned slightly. Where the fuck was Stacy and the rest? I told them to be at the hostess stand by 5pm in case the party came earlier. "Oh, I'm so sorry, was no one up front?" I asked, walking out of the bar. "There was. She just seemed more busy in getting into my friend's pants, than anything else.' She mused. "Oh. That's...bad?" I said before I backtracked. "Uh, I mean that's totally bad. I'll let my manager know about this so that it won't happen again miss. Would you like to call the rest of your party in? I can take you to your private room right now if you'd like?" I babbled. She smirked, amused. "Ah, perrfect. I'll get them, Diaana" she drawled slowly, her accent coming through a little. "Russian? Nice" I said casually, following her as we went to the entrance of the bar. "You noticed,, I'm impressed," She said winking seductively. "Vision!" She called. "Yes, Natasha?" An oddly colored purplish man walked in. "Nice, body paint" I mumbled under my breath. The woman-Natasha looked at me and patted my shoulder. "Diaana here, will take you to our room. Could you go with her? I'll get the rest" She instructed. I sighed a little at how easily she could command people-men no less. "Sure" He nodded and walked to my side. "The way, please," He said, gesturing. I nodded, shaking myself out of my reverie and turned about, walking to the room.
After showing 'Vision?' -what kind of name was Vision- the room, I left. I came across Mira, another waitress and directed her to the private room. She'd service them first, till I could find someone else to take over. I knew Mira wasn't the best choice as she always tended to grope our customers, but she'd have to do till I found someone with experience-like Stacy or Rosie. I went to Joe's office. "Joe" I knocked on the door, opening it. I closed it back immediately wishing I didn't just see that. Rosie with Joe, on her knees sucking him off. All while Joe threw dollar bills down on her head.
I walked away quickly, not really watching where I was going. I bumped into someone, and apologized absentmindedly. Would Joe expect me to do the same now? Was that the only way I could get to make more money? " маленький голубь (Little Dove) where are you going in such a hurry" Natasha asked, gripping my shoulders. I winced a little, as she grabbed the bruised areas and shrugged out of her grasp. "Nah, just thought of something I really wish I could unsee" I said, faking a chuckle convincingly. "So, how's your hostess?" I asked, changing the topic, as we walked along. "Oh, could we request a change? I don't think we're so comfortable with her." I groaned to myself and looked at the clock. We had about 20minutes to opening time, and I still had to do some stuff at the bar. "Okay, so sorry. My manager's a little busy at the moment, so I'll get him to attend to your feedback as soon as he's free? In the meantime, let me find a replacement for you. Stacy's a wonderful hostess, she's had a lot of experience-"
"Did you say Stacy?" A male voice asked, sounding shocked. I turned to face the speaker. What is with good-looking people having good looking friends. "Why, thank you, sweetheart, I think you'll fit right in with us then" he winked, laughing. Oh dear Lord, did I just say that out loud? Natasha had an eyebrow raised at the man, but a smile was threatening to break out."Excuse my unprofessionalism." I apologized, clasping my hands together and looking down. "Oh please, he deserves it." She announced, lightly grasping my wrists and leading me in the direction of the VIP room. "No Stacy" The man insisted. "As you wish, sir." I agreed, narrowing down all the possible hostesses. Rosie was the best fit, but I didin't know when they would be done or whether she'd be good to work after everything she was doing with Joe. "Mr Stark!" Stacy cried from behind. "Save me, darling" Stark moaned. I looked to Natasha a little lost. She simply laughed quietly. Uh guess, it was my job to save? him. "Uh Stacy! I'm gonna need you in the VIP section today.. You know how Saturday nights get, don't you? And I'd put Rosie, but she's a little occupied with Joe... " I trailed off, knowing Stacy would do anything to get back at Rosie. "That slut!" Stacy gasped fakely. "I got your back honey" she mock-pouted at me, before turning to Mr Stark. "Come find me later! Or I'll find you!" she chirped, prancing away. Stark? "Isn't it uncanny how you have the same name as Stark Industries?" I laughed, walking. "Wait, Diana, you don't know who he is?" Natasha asked incredulously. "I'm sorry, I don't really pay attention to famous people and gossip and stuff. I mean, really they're just ordinary folks with way more purchasing power than the rest of us" I admitted "Beside, my father doesn't really allow for that type of media in the house, I guess" I finished sheepishly, looking between the two of them. Stark gaped. Natasha narrowed her eyes. I shrugged. "C'mon let's get you guys back. I need to be at the bar when we open too"
"Aww can't we have you as our hostess instead?" Stark said charmingly. I laughed like I'd seen Stacy do before. Ugh that sounded so fake, even to me."You know, I'd love to, but that's not what I do. Besides, our hostesses are much better company" I grinned showing teeth. "But-" I cut him off, "There we are! Okay, I'll switch your hostess out, alright. Just give me a few minutes and someone will be right with ya!" I chirped, donning my 'customer friendly' voice. "Mira!" I snapped quietly. She looked up from where she had been draped all over a dark skinned man's lap. "Leave my Rhodey alone alright" Stark mock scolded. "Mira, you're needed on the floor. Someone else will replace ya"
"But, Dina, don't be unreasonable. Can't you see I'm needed here?" She asked equally quiet, as she came to stand by my side. I flashed a fake smile at the guests, barely taking note of them."Mira, they're important to Joe. And you know how he gets, if they complain, don't you? I need the money, and I'm not going to risk it for you!" I said firmly.
She sighed, defeated. "Alright Dina." I rolled my eyes leading her out"Jeez, my name's Diana. Diana!" I snapped, annoyed with her. "You dumb cow! Don't you know who they are? I really don't care about your name, it gets me nowhere. The only reason you can boss us about is 'cause Joe passes all the responsibility of running this damn place to you. And what do you get out of it? Barely minimum wage. Huh? If I sleep with even one of them, then I could make more than you'll ever make in a lifetime, just by selling the story!"
I was confused but I didn't let it show. "If money's all you want, and if that's what you're willing to do to get it, well. You're in the wrong fucking business!" I yelled at her. "Fuck you!" She screamed, pushing me roughly and stomping away. I hit the wall behind hard, and winced hard as it agitated my bruised torso. I held a hand to my ribs as I willed the pain to subside. I will not cry. I chanted softly. "Hey, let's get you some water, huh?" Stark appeared in front of me, looking concerned. I leaned my head back against the wall with a thump. Stark winced. I eyed him from the corner of my eye. "I'll be fine. Nothing out of the ordinary, really" I assured him, heaving a sigh as I gingerly got my body away from the wall. "You're sure you're okay? You don't look too good..." He asked.
"Stark. I meant it, I'm good." I said, turning away from him. "It's uh, To-Anthony". I smiled back at him over my shoulder. "Have a good party Anthony. Do remember to get that paternity test. You might be the next heir" He laughed awkwardly. i hurried back to my bartending duties and quickly made the drink orders that had started to flow in. "Jen! I need you in the private room! Number 7!" I called as she walked by. "Got it!" She called back, serving the drink and making a beeline for the VIP room. That's settled.
"Hey pumpkin" A deep but sweet voice called. "Mr Wilson! Nice to have you back! Just yourself today sir?" I asked politely. "I brought my buddies too!" he whistled in a random direction. Steve and T'Challa appeared too. Damn so many attractive people in one freaking night. "Miss Diana." "Hey man" I greeted him and Steve. "Getting a booth today or sitting at the bar?" I asked, shaking the cocktail for another customer. "Uh I think-"
"Fuck you! This isn't what I wanted. So how about you make up for it by sucking me and my boys off huh?" A man screamed to my left. I frowned and saw Stacy being grabbed by a large man. "Excuse me" I said softly to the trio. Calling over the bouncers, I helped Stacy up. I tolerated my father because there was nothing I could do against someone I cared for. But him? I cared nothing for."Whoa buddy, what's the issue" I intervened. "What's this? Another slutty friend?" He jeered at Stacy. "Hey buddy, I'm talking to you" I stood taller in front of Stacy, which wasn't much considering that I was slightly above 5ft2. He made to push me away, but I dodged and kicked him in the groin. He groaned loudly and fell to the ground. What I wasn't expecting however, was for his buddies to intervene and push me to the ground. I sat up, and glared furiously at the man who did it. He made to grab my hair, and I flinched in preparation, but nothing came.
Steve had caught the fist and was casually twisting the man's hand until he was writhing in pain begging for Steve to let go of his wrist. I watched, unwilling to make Steve stop, as I wanted him to feel the pain. "S-s-steve R-rogers?" The man gasped horrified at something. I furrowed my brows in puzzlement, but I was jarred out of my thoughts by Sam's voice. Sam helped me up and I got out of his hold as much as possible so that he wouldn't accidentally press on my injuries. "Are you okay?" T'Challa asked softly, his anger-filled eyes on the men. He put his hand on my shoulder and I flinched hard as that area was particularly sore. "Diana?" He asked slowly. "I'm good. Stacy, let's get you cleaned up. You should head home after this. " I comforted her, as I led her away. I nodded at the bouncers to escort the men out.
And the night was only getting started. Damn.