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Yesenia

Tips.

Throughout my life I never thought I would be so happy to receive them. I’ve always watched movies where women simply killed themselves to serve a client, were hilarious scenes to watch, but now look at my situation:

I find myself in the same situation as these women I saw in the movies, the only thing that changes the scenario is that I do not work in a simple diner but in a luxurious bar, where tips are the best there is, and so the dispute is greater.

A month and a half ago my life was different, the only thing I had to worry about was studying for college exams and helping the nurse take care of my mother in case she needed it, but my mother died six weeks ago, I was already conformed to your diagnosis of lung cancer, the whole life smoking gave you a hard end of life, it was painful to see her leave, however, facing reality was even worse, the only money that helped us spend and pay for my college was cut by the government as soon as my mother was gone, so I didn’t have time to cry and mourn her loss, I needed a job quickly if I wanted to finish college and pay the bills, so here I am, with a bright smile on my face and wearing a pantsuit watching as a hawk my possible next client of the night.

The interesting thing about this bar is that all the men who attend are educated, like true knights, they wear expensive suits and money screams through their pores, Easily could be working in a diner that smells like high fat and be serving tables for men who have fat eyes for my breasts and my ass, yet this place is different, he does not pay the best salary, but tips are the best.

Marjorie walks like a lion in search of her prey as a group of three men enter and sit at a table farther from the others, She tidies up her breasts that are almost falling out of the pantsuit and continues her walk up to the beautiful men who have just arrived. I realized from my first day at work that she clearly wants to seduce any of these men, for her it doesn’t matter if he’s too young or too old for her, all Marjorie wants is to live a queen life.

She says something, probably asking what they want to drink, her smile is too big on her face and anyone there knows what her purpose is, the way she offers makes it clear.

Her smile dies and she walks away as if an animal has just bit her, her hard steps come quickly towards me and she stakes in front of me furious, her face is so red I wonder how she has not combusted yet.

"They want you to meet them" I ignore her anger directed at me and with this she follows her feet on the wooden floor so strong so that the whole bar hears how furious she is.

I look towards the furthest table where the three men talk to each other, but there is a pair of eyes that watch me closely and shudder before the piercing brown eyes.

Two days ago he walked alone through the doors of the bar and headed to the same table that is today, I was the closest person and attended him for the rest of the night, every time I drove to his table my heart was racing, His strong, slightly hoarse voice left me disturbed, his dominant presence somehow submitted me.

At the height of my twenty-two years I had not met many men, my experience was almost nil, however, nothing compared to the most sensual man I have ever met in my life.

His skin tone is that brunette in perfect measure. His body is very well worked, his thighs perfectly occupied the pants of his suit and his robust chest is something that caught the attention of any woman, like mine and certainly Marjorie’s, his eyes probably shone like two bags of gold, for it is evident that this man is made of goods.

I walk slowly evaluating his face, today the lines of his face are tense, his square chin gives him the appearance of being a fearsome man are closed, as if something worried him, however, his brown eyes are evaluating every step I take on my way to him and his friends.

I breathe deeply as soon as I stop in front of him in a foolish attempt to calm my heartbeat, he has something that takes away my concentration. Is his presence dominant or his voice seductive?

"Gentlemen, how can I help you tonight?"

"Bring the bottle of Whisky Dalmore" I sign and get rid of your voice that attracts me as honey attracts the bee, the value of this bottle of whisky is my salary of the month, probably just a sip is the tip I can collect until the end of the night.

I take the seal off the neck of the whisky and place it on the tray along with the three glasses and ice, balance it in one hand and return to the bar, where a calm music plays on the speakers.

I come back the same way and his clear eyes hold me until the end on my way, I leave the tray on the table and remove the whiskey, the glasses and the ice as gracefully as I can, I face his friends with a smile and finally I direct a smile to him, a real smile, not one that is falsely planted on my lips to get tips by the end of the night.

"Have a good night and call me if you need anything" and with these last words, I make my way to the next table I was attending earlier, they get up and say goodbye thanking the good service, as soon as they pass through the double doors, My eyes follow the notes left on the table, I catch them putting them in my pocket without shame or shame and go to meet the next group of men.

The night follows with more men coming and going, however, he and his friends continue drinking whiskey as water, he asks nothing more for me and when it comes my time to leave, he is still there, time to give a slight smile that does not reach the eyes or talking about a subject that should be very serious.

I count all the money I got during the night and I’m frustrated to know that I won’t be here when he decides to leave, two days ago he gave me the biggest tip I’ve ever gotten working here a month ago.

I pack the bag on my shoulder and pass the tables towards the exit, but before I can pass through the double doors a hand with slightly calloused fingers stop me, I swallow dry to find his look and remain in my place until he decides to speak.

"Thanks for the service" he extends some notes and I feel the shyness I felt on my first day of work "I’m Axel."

"Yesenia" I smile more restrainedly and walk away " Have a good night, gentlemen."

I pass through the double doors and fill my lungs with the fresh air of the night after spending five hours inside a closed environment.

I start walking to my home, the only thing my mother could leave in my name before she died.

For a few seconds as I walk, I allow myself to think of him, Axel, and realize how strong and imposing his name is as well as the owner, maybe I’ll see him again tomorrow or in a few days, but I tell myself not to think too much about him.

He probably won’t remember me, because men your size have a lot to worry about, and a simple woman doesn’t fit into the equation.