On Bashirs 59th birthday, he hired a local club we used to hang at for a private party. He got me a new lip injection that day, and told me to dress up cool. So i put on skintight lite blue studded jeans, a big leopard print shirt knotted tightly at my chest (makes it harder to breathe, but damn it looks hot), a short but heavy black leather jacket with a BIG fake fur collar, and big white furry boots. My body covered in shiny fake tan, brite pink lips, blue eyeshadow and drawn on eyebrows. I finished off with lotsa blonde hairextentions, big hoops danglin from my ears and lotsa goldchains, i looked soooo fuckin hot. Bashir was dressed as usual, all black: nice shoes, kinda tight pants, and a tight shirt, all open. Mmmmh...

As we got to the club, Bashir thought it'd be cool to have me servin the table we were at. Alone. There were about twelve people seated there, and since i was gonna run around, Bashir figured i didn't need a seat. I could sit on his lap if i needed it, he said. And i just wanted to make him happy that day, so i just smiled. As well as i could, a smile looks pretty twisted with huge, newly injected lips.

After awhile with back and forth with plates an drinks, i noticed that Bashir was seated next to a young blond guy, and they were flirting openly. I knew he had other bitches, but i'd never seen it. I got really scared, and the way the whole company treated me like a worthless waitress made me sure they all knew he was gonna dump meh. Here i was doing the work, pantin for air with my smoked out lungs, sweating hard in a leather jacket, and they were havin a laugh. I started crying as i went about with serving.

Finally i culdnt take anymore, so i went down on my knees next to Bashir and begged him not to dump meh. He just told me to shut up, take it like a bitch and keep serving them. The kid next to him just grinned and laughed at me. I started sobbing bad, but i kept servin the table. The whole club saw me for the usable doormat i am. Sooo humiliating. After awhile i stopped tho, and went to the bar and got a few drinks and cigarettes. Then i went to the toilet were i sucked of a couple guys just for the comfort.

I got all my stuff from Bashirs place, and a guy helped me get a room in a cheap old building. I was so broken, i spent the next month or so just getting drunk and fuckin around to get over it.