The Night Job

Sip.

“1977 – SNAKE
Those born under this sign are usually considered clever, passionate (Oh that’s me alright!), determined (let me think about that…), romantic (oh yes, yes, yes Brad, take me now!), intense and rich in wisdom (Stanley blurts out laughing, nearly choking on his coffee) and charm, but vain (me? never!)”

I take another sip of my coffee and continue reading my Chinese horoscope, ignoring Stanley pulling faces and his cheeky sniggers. He’s been very happy as of late with the news of his recent promotion at work.

“Women born under snake are often beautiful. (I smile). Snakes will be strongly guided by their intuition. They certainly will win a lot of money (I want to know exactly when?) but have to avoid procrastination (Ah! yes procrastination! I’ve still not done my CV yet and it’s been over a month since I promised myself I would) and stingy attitude towards money. Marriage with a Rooster or Ox not a Pig will be best."

Sip.

“I got to scoot. Thanks so much for washing the dishes this morning.” I give Stanley a kiss on the cheek before I dash to the bathroom to get ready for work.

I was not looking forward to going into work today. It was office meetings back to back and more meetings. I had pondered about having another duvet day but alas decided against it. I had exhausted my list of excuses. It was a bad migraine last month and previous to that a bad stomach.And I couldn’t very well use the same excuse again within two weeks that the pet dog died and that I was mortified sick. It was a surprise to many that I even had a pet dog!

I take my usual detour to Starbucks before work.
I’ve been sad lately having not seen Mr. Chiselled Drop-Dead gorgeous make his regular morning appearance.
It’s been a couple of months now and I had wondered what’s happened to him.

It was starting to rain heavily as I make my way to the office.
I felt as gloomy as the weather! And just when I think things couldn’t get any gloomier one of my shoe heel breaks and a tear on my new stocking.

“Rhubarb!” I curse as I enter the work’s building.

“Are you OK?” asks Tom.

“NO!” I reply back and push straight pass him without giving him a chance to ask why. I astounded even myself with the harshness of the tone. Tom scurries off with a look of bewilderment. I feel a pang of guilt as I had not intended my reply to sound so harsh.

I tell myself no time to ponder now and feel guilty.
It was going to be a busy day and a busy evening.

“You seem to be in an awful rush tonight, have you got a date tonight?” Lucy grins.

“Bye, have a good evening Lucy”

“Bye Sandra”.

Thank god the rain had stopped. My heart was pounding with excitement as I make my way to the tube station.

Tonight was the night I was going to try out my new dance routine at the Club.
I just had enough time to attend the Coffee Club meet-up, then rush home, grab a bite, shower and get my gear ready for the Club.

9.30pm. It was raining again. And the bus was late tonight.
10.00pm. Where is that blasted bus?!

11.10pm I rush through the back door of the Club.

“Where have you been?” Bryan looks flustered and hyper tensed.

“I was beginning to worry that I had to get a last minute replacement for you!”

“Have I got time for a coffee?” I cheekily ask knowing fair well that I didn’t have time. I was due on the stage in 20 minutes.

“Rosezetta! please do hurry!”

Rosezetta was my stage name that I used at the Club.

“OK! OK! I’m going to get changed now! Don’t panic!”

11.30pm. Bryan makes the announcement on the microphone.

“And now we have the beautiful ROSEZETTA. Please give her a round of applause”

The lights dim and the music starts. After many hours of practising and bruised limbs this was my moment of truth. I was eager to show off my new moves to perfection!

I felt sexy. I felt good. I do my twirls and slither up and down the pole, like a snake!
Clad only in a black silk G-string and an Ex’s tie and red high heels (£180 from Cobblers) I was proud to show off my curves.

The men whistled and applauded which made me felt even sexier!
I catch a glimpse of Bryan’s face standing by the bar. He looked pleased with the reaction from the crowd.

I clasp my bosom and bend over with my bottom facing the pole and the audience.
Bottom swaying and legs provocatively spread apart. I toss my long thick mane, enticingly.
My hair was my crowning glory. Having it cut and short would be like halving my sexuality.

I twirl some more and spin round the pole and upside down.

And now for the final touch to the dance.

“You can do it girl!” I hear myself saying.

From V invert to Butterfly to Superman and I land on my feet!

There was an uproar from the men. Some are now on their feet applauding and whistling, shouting and a few rubbing themselves!

As I do my bow and cheekily lick my finger to signal the end of my appearance, from the corner of my eye I catch the look of one of the applauding men.
He looked familiar. I turn to try to get a better look at him. My heart jumps a beat.

It was Mr. Chiselled Drop-Dead gorgeous from the Café in the mornings!
He was even better looking than two months ago when I last saw him and the blue silky shirt he was wearing accentuated his fit physique.

Harriett walks into the changing room. I am busy with wiping off the makeup from my face.


“I’ve been asked to give you this note from a dark-haired gentleman with a blue shirt.

By the way well done on the new moves”

I open the note it read: “Dinner Sunday 8pm. I wouldn’t take NO for an answer”

I scribble my answer next to his invitation.

I turn to face Harriett.
“Thanks! Can you be a darling and give this note back to him, thank you”

I smirk and continue with my facial cleansing.

On the note I had written “I will say yes depending on your answer to - Are you a Rooster, Ox or a Pig?”



Copyright @2009 by Sandra Fox