I sighed as more men grabbed at my butt, asking if they could take me with them, telling me they would show me a good time. I had to politely decline; I couldn't fight back or make snarky comments. Juki, my boss/owner, did not allow me to get nasty with the customers. Money was apparently more important than me.
But, I was used to this by now, so I didn't even have an urge to fight back. That had been beaten out of me from years ago. I couldn't leave the tavern; I was basically stuck here to live the remainder of my life, being stuck doing whatever Juki wanted me to do, and if that meant I had to go out with some of these creeps, I had no choice.
Sighing, I went into the back to grab some wine when I felt someone grab me around the middle and push me up into the wall. "Want to go have some fun?" he whispered into my ear seductively.
I silently groaned to myself. "I'm very sorry," I mumbled. "But, I have to get back to work. Juki will be very upset with me if I don't bring this to him," I told him.
Juki can wait. He pulled the hair off of my shoulder and moaned. "Where did you get this pretty tattoo?" he asked.
I turned on him, anger written all over my face. "It is not a pretty tattoo," I scolded him. The tattoo was not a happy reminder for me. I hadn't gotten it because I had wanted it. I had been forced to get it.
He looked taken aback that I had even resisted. I took his hesitation to my advantage and slipped back to the front of the tavern where he wouldn't be able to do what he wanted in front of all the others.
I still had a few hours before we could even think about closing up the tavern. I sighed again as I handed out glasses of wine and some shots of whiskey to the guys at the bar. A few tried to make small talk, but for the most part I ignored them and scurried off to do something else.
I heard the door open again; in came two men. One looked pretty normal while the other seemed a little different. His white hair stood out among the rest of the occupants here. He didn't look very happy to have been brought here, but after a few words with his friend, he went and took a seat, eyeing all of the girls that worked here.
I scowled. He was just like all the other men here, only interested in the women because of how they looked. He was no different. Sighing, I saw that he sat in my section, meaning only I could go help him.
"May I help you?" I asked in a sweet voice.
The normal looking guy looked up at me. "Wine, and?" He looked over at his friend, the one that stood out more.
"I am not drinking" the white haired man answered. I could sense there was something way different about him, but I couldn't decide what. I could feel him eyeing me, but I ignored it.
"Bring him Sake" the friend said, and I nodded hurrying away to go grab their drinks.
Setting the drinks before them, I smiled at them warmly before going back to the bar where I had to deal with the creeps some more. The whole night, however, I couldn't take my eyes off the white haired man trying desperately why he stood out among all the other men here.
