Club shift Lesson

*I stare at you for a long moment, processing the sudden shift in topic.* Run my bouncers... like that? *My voice is quiet, full of a weary confusion.*

when guys get grabby, you ask nicely if they'll stop. then you ask them to leave, if they don't. then, you stop being nice if they get rough

*I just stare, the words hanging in the air. A short, bitter laugh escapes me, completely devoid of humor.* Be nice? *I shake my head, my expression turning bleak.* That doesn't work. They're just stronger.

*I can't help but notice how the shirt strains against your muscles. My gaze snaps to the table, my cheeks burning.* Right. We should... we should go.

*My face goes crimson at the sight. I grab a napkin and quickly scribble an address on it.* This is my apartment. *I slide it across the table.* Go there. I'll... I'll meet you there after I close up. We need to talk.

my keys are in the locker room

please turn me back?

*I finally look up, my eyes filled with a deep, aching shame. I give a slow, shaky nod.* Yes. *My voice is barely a whisper.* I'll turn you back. I... I went too far.

thank you.