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Roxi’s take on it was, “At least they didn’t snort cocaine in front of everyone
like some guests did at the bar during the late hours.” Steve's uncle seldom
finished his one drink, but made sure his female companion got as many drinks as
possible, he enjoyed naughty jokes, and lewd conversations, and silly, drunk
females as his company.
Steve called those, his uncle's women "c..ts" and "bit..es" while sitting by
himself, in their company. He, just like his uncle, acted like he was busy
reading messages or emails on his smartphone. Roxi had noticed Steve's watching
and videotaping his uncle's indecent grab and play, in the booth right next to
him. Roxi was quite sure that it was his uncle's behavior, that was rubbing off
on Steve. On at least half a dozen occasions, Steve had been petting her butt
too, as she leaned forward while serving drinks. And a couple of times he had
told her what he would like to do and which parts of her he likes the most. He
never got what he had asked for. Yes, she could have slapped him or poured
drinks on his pants, knowing that hot coffee works best, followed with a glass
of iced water. However, as a professional waitress and in need to keep her job,
so she could pay rent, she had put up with Steve, and others, over the years,
while working in more or less fine places. The Sassy Station & Bar used to be
mainly business men, then it became a gay and lesbian bar, and during the past
year it had become a hangout for drug dealers, money launderers, big and small
crooks, and some street girls, trying to pick up a date. Thinking about it, in
the past year, neither Steve nor Mr.Ventura ever paid their bill. The manager
added it to an open bar-account. At the end of her shift, when she cashed out,
Dan gave her a 10% tip amount, in cash, on the total of the night's Steve and
Mr.Ventura tab.
The more time Roxi spent taking this Steve guy’s inventory, the less she liked
him. She didn’t like the Ventura guy in the first place either. She suddenly
knew why people called him Steve the Monster, Godzilla Steve, and it made sense.
And yes whatever he was saying went in one ear and out the other, Roxi saw his
mouth moving but didn’t hear much what he said, including that he plans to stop
by the apartment to have a more intimate talk with her. Steve must have noticed
Roxi peering at some spot on his left side next to the beautiful old carved
desk. She thought it was a rag, but the more she gawked she realized that it was
a small, red woman’s slip. “Is that yours?” She asked pointed at the underwear.
Steve picked it up and in an attempt to hand it to her said “Let’s see if it
fits you. Honey left me a souvenir.” As she didn’t answer or seem to think it
was funny, Steve put the pure silk gstring on his desk.
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