New job
James sat in the cell waiting to be called into his weekly visit with Brittany Veshper. She had been pretty consistent on visiting him every Wednesday like clockwork. He had enjoyed her ability to keep him entertained with her made up stories and lies about her life trying to destract him.
Brittany was mere entertainment for his boring life. He stared up at the ceiling as he thought of all the ways he could torture her into revealing all her lies and plead for it with the truth. The prison had a new shipment of fresh meat guards right out of training. He payed no mind to them as they were there to replace the five guards retiring because they were getting to old to do anything but watch the hole prisoners.
When he didn't see Brittany come in to see him the past two weeks his boredom returned and James needed some stimulation. A bored James was a dangerous james. It was in his time of boredom he felt the urge to fantasize about doing awful things to pretty things. He really had no actual preference to what gender he killed it was just more exciting being able to study his victim and figure out what made them tick. Then when he figured that point out he would break them down to nothing. He always would find a drink or some pills to make him forget these urges he had every since his first hunting trip with his father when he stood over the dead deers body as he held the knife in his hand and smeared the kills blood over his face as a right of passage. He smiled at the feel of the blood how warm it felt in his hands. He thought Regina would come see him but he hadn't heard a peep from her . He was highly disappointed at this development because he thought he had her roped in. Regina hadn't tried to visit him since Timothy dismissed her . He felt robbed of his fix then . Although she was an apparent victim for him to play with her felt their souls were kindred and the same at how well she played the game . She was different from the other pathetic weak victims that died too easily . He needed a challenge no he wanted a challenge. Brittany was beginning to bore him with her pathological lies and need to be dishonest all the time .
The new recruits were shown in and amongst all of them there was one that had brown hair and green and one brown eye like he was born with two eye colors . The man was a bit muscular than James in the arms and had a tattoo on his lower left arm of a cross and a skull covering his arm like a sleeve . James looked at him as he noticed this man looked exactly like him except for that one eye that was brown.
Derrick Groop was twenty six and just out of the military after serving a few years. They called him Rick short for derrick. Derrick was one of those chilled guys with lots of stories to tell and spoke entirely too much . James had been allowed in the common populus as he was seen not to be a danger the the rest of the inmates. He was moved to a block that Derrick was in charge of keeping an eye on.
Derrick came in as he smiled and nodded a few times at the other inmates like they were friends for years instead of a guard to a prisoner. James could almost be mistaken for him if it wasn't for the tattoo and one brown eye . The wheels in James head began to turn as he watch the new guard make his rounds.
" Hey brother from another mother ." Said derrick as he passed James making his way to chat with a few of the inmates he was familiar with .
" Hey Rick how are you holding up? How's that hottie from alabama treating you? " Asked an inmate named Tony who was serving time for two terms of manslaughter.
" She is still hot. A bit bipolar if you ask me. It's like love and war with her sometimes ,but the make up is so sweet." Bragged Derrick as the men slapped each others hands making a loud whoop whoop sounds in encouragement.
" It must be nice to touch something with curves. All we have in here is things you have to close your eyes and imagine something with curves to get you through it." Laughed Tony as he joked with derrick.
" That's a hard break ,dude. Perhaps you keep your nose clean you get out on good behavior and get to see a woman again instead of imagining one." Jabbed derrick as the room burst out in laughter.
James sat on the sofa pretending to watch a new show in the block he resided in all the while listening to the information shared. He sat there as the men talked and shared stories. From what he gathered from the banter he had a crazy old lady that they were off and on . That the prisoners assumed she was curvy by the way the guard described her. But how forthcoming this guy was with information and being accepted james felt like this guy was over exaggerating the situation all together and he had no hot firecracker woman at home that he made sweet loving to when he gets off of work.
He figured this guard was either in the closet about his sexuality or over compensating for something he was lacking in his home life. Time could only tell as the man was not shy of telling his personal information like he wasn't monitoring murders, theives, and people criminally convicted of various forms of assults. These men in here for a reason and he was treating them like a group of friends and his possey .
When James wasn't waiting for Brittany to regail him with her latest Fabrications by Stephanie while he picked apart her story like a human lie detector. Her not showing up two weeks in a row was making him agitated with the everyday rustic around him. He woke up . Ate then went to the yard where he would occupy a set of hand weights sitting against the wall as he watched the other inmates make deals and scope out the other crews in the vicinity.
Then he get some TV time of no one was already watching it and then bed until the next meal . James wasn't sure about derrick he wasn't the type of guy he would hang out with. He definitely wasn't the one you could rely on to keep a secret . Derrick kept secrets like water through a strainer.
" What kind of car to you drive to keep all these honnies interested. You know a girl loves a good car to be shown off in ?" Said Tony as he encouraged derrick to share more.
" I drive a motorcycle. A classic one of a kind Harley with custom saddlebags and a nice stereo system." Said derrick.
" It's not one of those grown up three wheeler motorcycles like I have seen on television is it?" Joked another guard entering the room to relieive him from his shift as it was time for derrick to go home. " Perhaps one of those crotch rockets that looks like a bad final destination moment waiting to happen?" As he teased derrick as he didn't like being the butt of the jokes here.
" No man. I drive the two wheeled kind. Clutch shifting and all . You've seen my wheels, McDaniels . Why you got jokes man?" Said derrick as the two men nodded at the shift change exchange ." In truth McDaniels hadn't ever seen him drive in or out as they were on the way out as he came in for the shift change.
James watched how at five 'o clock on the dot the shift change was point on. He took note the rotating schedules of the guards rotations .
Meanwhile Brittany Veshper went to talk to her sleezy night club where she held her part time bar tending job at to see what she could do about money to get a place since she was on the sofa of an ex boyfriends house that she honestly didn't want to ever see again because he was borderline stalking her their entire relationship and over the top territorial over her being his .
Brittany had a little money, but needed more money faster, since all her supposed friends she had when she lived with her aunt and uncle all wanted to party with her ,but not give her a place to live. She heard one excuse after another why they couldn't help her out . She had to grovel and be nice to the psychotic ex whom she thought she got rid of and now was feet away from his bedroom on a pull out sofa and a constant invitation for her to join him in his room if she was interested.
She didn't want to be there in the first place but she really didn't have a lot of options. She remembered she faked being sick and to break up with him and the fool showed up to her aunt's house with soup and offered to take care of her. She had blocked him from finding her and avoided him at parties. When he showed up she dipped out before he saw her. Now this was where she was . Constantly refusing the bed of her ex boyfriend on the daily all the while sleeping on his sofa and trying not to get kicked out at the same time since her lack of true friends showed their true colors.
Brittany showed up to the sleezy bar that doubled as a no touch strip club. The club had panels of plexiglass where the entertainers can dance without being harassed by the patrons with prepaid preferences of whom they want to dance for them. The VIP ones usually had a membership that was usually a little grabby with the servers as they thought they deserved a free butt grabs for the price they paid for the no contact personal strip show .
Jerry was as sleezy as his bar. Brittany came to him as a dare from one of her friends that frequented the bar for drinks and make fun of the entertainers . Basically the entertainers also known as the freak show strippers would have a roster of all the strippers and you chose their costumes and song . They would be then asked for a deposit and a light would come on in a box where the entertainers could not see who was in the room. This was to prevent from girls trying to do personal dances away from the club taking away from Jerry's money.
Jerry looked Brittany up and down and smiled at her as she entered the shift five hours early as she didn't have to be there until ten PM. He smirked knowing this was the time employees tried to talk him out of money when he was setting up the inventory checklist and order details for bar restock.
" What do you want sugar tits?" He said as he liked to give his girls crude nicknames as a sick amusement only entertaining to himself.
" My name is Brittany."she Clarified annoyed.
" I honestly don't give a damn what your name is. If you work for me you are what ever name I give you." He said annoyed at her correction.
" Look Jerry I need more money. I'm in a situation that I need some fast cash in a fast time frame." Said Brittany ignoring his sly remarks.
" Sounds like a you problem not a me problem. You get paid well to wear skimpy outfits and pour customers a drink. All you have to do is keep them happy and not be a fridget wench . It's not a hard job." He said in a condescending tone.
" I know I do that. It's just I work part time and the money isn't panning out with the bills I have?" She explained hating she had to explain herself to him.
" Arnt you like rich? What happened your sugar daddy stop giving you an allowance?" Smirked Jerry while he moved and jotted down inventory notes as he did this the entire time not looking up once to talk to Brittany.
" No. My aunt died . That was the only family I had " she said softer hating she had to admit it out loud her aunt Chloe was gone .
" You didn't inherit nothing? Well that's a tough break. I guess you never know your true importance until they are in the ground ." He said as he moved to count the registers and add up the money in the drop box only he had a key to. Jerry didn't trust the bar tenders or anyone to count down a register convinced they were skimming off of him . So he had a locked box where all the money was deposited in a box at the end of the night by dumping the entire draw at closing along with the end of the day receipts.
He then counted the required money needed for the draws and took the rest to count to his office. Jerry was paranoid with his money that he never let anyone touch his money unless he had complete control over it. Even the deposits to the bank was broken down to an in person count out where if he saw the teller miscount he would make her start over. All cash that was deposited in the entertainers box to prepay for their dances went in a locked box that dropped in a shoot that collected at the end of the night in a secured area.
No one was going to rob or get the slip on Jerry. Since Jerry operated cash only basis because he didn't want to fight with credit card companies for their clients changing their minds on payment of services rendered . It was a pain in the butt to explain that they paid for a dance and drinks . It wasn't like he could reprocess the drinks and dances to get his money back.
" There is one job open just recently. Now I think of it. It's still part time ,but the pay clears base pay four thousand a week along with your bartending services you may clear five grand a week of your nice to the customers ." He said as he laughed knowing Brittany being nice was a rare thing. Brittany was a beautiful girl and she knew it too. She would wear skimpy outfits looking like a dominatrix and guys are it up.
" What's the job I'll take anything? You said it was part time right. So I can do three days here bartending and three days in the other job and be off one day to rest." She said aloud calculating her options.
" Be careful what you ask for baby cakes. Sanchez went and got herself knocked up and although that might be a kink for some lonely bastard with mommy issues . I don't allow my entertainers to dance with a baby on board. So many lawsuits waiting to happen." He said as he watched Brittany face dropped at the job he was offering.
" You might need a boob job later to help you out professionally, but yours will do for now." He said as he looked at her chest and grinned.
" Do you like what you see?" She said knowing he did it on purpose to make her uncomfortable. Brittany weighed her options as she was practically naked with her bar outfits on and now he was asking her to be totally naked. Brittany shivered at the thought .
" Well I would like it better in that box over there for the exclusive vip. They roll in with the black max cards the only electronic currency I trust . " He said knowing that was the worst box to dance in because the people would get slap drunk and rude and thought they had the right to do anything over there. They were adventurous to say as public indecentcy was an all time pass time was often a violation over there.
Girls who took that box either needed a drink before to tolerate the premium jerks or would need therapy afterwards from them witnessing what went on while they were dancing since that was the only box where you could see the patrons. This also were mean and made rude comments and saw a lot of crude things being done . Jerry made his money in the immoral pleasures of others.
" Is there no other jobs other than that available?" Protested Brittany. As she imagined the discusting things she would go through to get off her ex's sofa and out of his trap of an apartment.
" Not on the money your supposedly needing . We don't have a spot for a full time bartender and the servers don't make enough to live in the lap of luxury. What do you say is your dignity worth five thousand a week to ensure your financial security?" He said now going back to his note pad and counting out the registers .
Brittany took a deep breath as she knew she would regret this but she had no other choice. She needed off the crazy ex's sofa bed before he proposed marriage and trapped her there forever. Her aunt Chloe wasn't going to pay the cell phone bill or the car note now she was dead.
" When do I start ?" She said in defeat.
" Perfect you start tonight." Grinned Jerry as he snacked her on the butt as Brittany jumped in response.