Thandiwe

I look at the mirror at the uniform that Mavis gave me and disapprove a little, the mini skirt is so small that when I bend over everything will show the comforting part was it came with it’s own tight and not even talking about the crop top that seems to be to sizes too small.

I put on my hair in a low lazy pony tail and walk out to the front it is already 6 p.m and people are starting to pour in, with no word of instructions I am handed two bottles of Heineken to be given to the two guys sitting at the bag. With hours passing by and whistles that could last a lifetime I wipe a sweat on my forehead. I have been on legs for the past 2 hours but it already felt like years.

“Hey are your drinks.” I say to the 6 guys as I put the bottles on the table.

The one guy who had too many drink slaps my bum and lick his lips “Hey baby.” He slurs in his stink breath “Let’s go the toilet you sexy little thing.”

Just as I was about to give him a piece of my mind Mavis comes by with a stern look on her face “Boys you can look but you can’t touch okay?”

The guy that touched me lifts up his hands in a mockery way not taking his eyes of me.

I move back to the counter and place the tray down “You are doing great.” Mavis says as she taps my shoulders. “Go to the kitchen, the ladies will fix you something to eat you have a 30 minute break.”

I nod and hurry back out glad to be out of that place filled with smoke stench and alcohol lingering on the air, I walk out of the booming music and head to kitchen.