She followed her sister in, but the two quickly became separated.....as Jacqueline handed her bag to a bartender behind the bar, and Knatilee instead simply opened her office door and threw her bag in, before locking the deadbolt up tight again.
After making her way from behind the counter and into the crowd, Knatilee began to search for her sister........but her name was soon being yelled from the bar. At first she looked behind the counter, but couldn't spot the face to match the voice..........but as her vision trailed up to the group of women already atop the bar, she spotted the face - of Gretchen......who began waving her over frantically.
"SO MUCH FOR WORKING!??" Knatilee yelled up to the woman, as she squeezed her way in-between two bar stools and stared up at Gretchen.......who had her "Schiano's" tank, and a pair of daisy dukes, on.
"OF COURSE! NOW GET UP HERE!!!"
"NOT YET, HAVE YOU SEEN JAQI??"
"NO, I HAVE-, WAIT......SHE'S RIGHT THERE!" Gretchen hollered down, while pointing out into the crowd.
Knatilee of course didn't have a full view of the floor from her angle, so she quickly grabbed the back of a bar-stool someone was currently sitting on, and began to use it to balance herself up onto the counter.
"EXCUSE ME!" she yelled back to the person, before going from a crouched position on the counter, to a straight stand........
It wasn't long before spotted her sister, with Lee. A guy she often liked to jokingly call Jacquelines second puppy. She went to wave towards her sister, but before she could Gretchen came from behind, wrapped her left arm around Knatilees waist, waved her right one in the air, and began to act as if she was riding a pony..........something that instantly caused Knatilee to laugh, as she then return the jester, by bending down slightly.
"OH CHECK ME OUT, I GOT A PONY YOUS GUYS!!!" Gretchen called out, as she lifted one of her legs up as if to climb onto Knatilees back, but before she could, Knatilee stood straight again - her body still bouncing to the beat of the music however.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? IN THESE HEELS? DO YOU WANT TO FALL FROM THIS COUNTER THAT BADLY??"
The two shared another laugh, and continued to dance until the song came to an end............and after a brief self-advertisement from the DJ, a slower song began to play, and Gretchen and Knatilee began to shoo people off of the counter.......ending with Gretchen easily jumping down behind the bar, thanks to her sneakers, and Knatilee having to crouch down first, and then swing her legs over the back side of the counter - her back now towards the patrons sitting on the stools on the other side of the counter.
"Just going to sit up there and look pretty huh, instead of helping a girl out behind the bar???"
Knatilee smiled "But of course!"
In reality though she was simply waiting for the song to wind down, before once again standing on the counter...............this time though, with a microphone in hand, that had just been passed down to her from the DJ around the corner.
"Uh-oh, look who now has the power of the mic! Beware...." Martin joked as he came from the kitchen, Knatilee waved him off.
"Testing 1-2-3......" Knatilee said into the microphone, verifying that the device was working before continuing. with a presence and accented voice that was entrancing in a way.. "......Okay, ladies and gents, welcome to 'Schiano's'......I'm Knatilee, but from all the familiar faces i'm sure most of you know that already. So i'm also sure most of you remember the last contest.......if you weren't too wasted by the end of the night...." a small amount of laughter rang out from the crowd at the mention of being wasted. "....but i'll repeat the way things go anyways......
For the last couple of weeks we had signs up sheets, if you got your name into us on time, you should of received a numbered sticker tonight to plaster to your lovely torsos......clothed, or unclothed. The challenge is to see who can keep it moving up here the longest, with the winner taking the grand prize of a free tab for the rest of the night.........the competition will run an hour at the longest, but as sure as you might be that you'll make it that long, we usually don't go past thirty minutes, for if you stop dancing for more than three to five seconds, you're out. The track provided to us by our lovely DJ Lisa B. is a non-stop mega-mix, so there's no breaks darlings.........and our staff will be watching, so if you're asked to step down for failing to dance, just step down.......or i'll have our lovely bodyguard over there, Sean, pull your ass off the counter.
Now please, make your way around to the end here with you number stuck to ya.........and remember, this isn't a topless bar, so if you wanna take your shirt off, at least keep your braziers on over the girls" Knatilee finished, with a quick squeeze to her own chest, before crouching down on the bar, and then jumping down in between two bar-stools again.
She then handed her mic to Gretchen behind the counter, and walked over to the karaoke stage where DJ Lisa B. stood.
They would converse about random things until they got the thumbs up from Sean and others that all girls were ready and atop the bar........Lisa would then start the music, and the dancing would begin.
It wasn't long before Knatilee spotted her sister with a young woman she recognized as Lucy - who before she could approach, was already making her way away from Jacqueline, and towards the bar - late, with a number plastered on her stomach.
"Well there you are gorgeous.......you know, you could always get up there and break a leg..........but i think it would be a bit unfair if one of us entered, seeing as how we'd win hands down." she joked with her sister, while turning around and staring over towards the bar.......as dancing customers around them began to lightly bump into the pair.
"You could always go up there for fun though, without a sticker.........give 'em some pointers?!"
Knatilee ended her suggestion with a soft nudge to her sisters side, before turning and making her way through the crowd a into a backroom reserved for private parties usually, but tonight, served as a hookah station, with a large round table in the middle with a small crowd of five or so sitting around it enjoying flavored tobacco.
She wasn't interested in smoking anything however, she simply wanted to sit on the lounge couch, in the corner - away from the table, and kick her shoes off for a moment, as she made a phone call.
Tonight was suppose to be fun, full of sexual innuendos via a batch of drunks, and then a hard crash. But with a job to do so close to the closing of the bar, she'd get no rest in-between........so she swiftly slipped out of her shoes, kicked her legs up on the couch, crossed them, and then looked up at ceiling......which was like taking a visit to a planetarium.......a trippy little effect that cost thousands extra to put in place.
Moments later, she placed the phone call..........
The conversation didn't last long, and would of seemed pointless to anyone who happened to catch part of it, but it was anything but.
After hanging up the receiver, she slowly slipped back into her shoes and made her way from the hookah room, to behind the bar, where she half watched the girls reaming on the stage after the ten or so minutes she was gone, and half taking orders from customers - in-between dancing bare legs......something she couldn't help but smile over.
After making her way from behind the counter and into the crowd, Knatilee began to search for her sister........but her name was soon being yelled from the bar. At first she looked behind the counter, but couldn't spot the face to match the voice..........but as her vision trailed up to the group of women already atop the bar, she spotted the face - of Gretchen......who began waving her over frantically.
"SO MUCH FOR WORKING!??" Knatilee yelled up to the woman, as she squeezed her way in-between two bar stools and stared up at Gretchen.......who had her "Schiano's" tank, and a pair of daisy dukes, on.
"OF COURSE! NOW GET UP HERE!!!"
"NOT YET, HAVE YOU SEEN JAQI??"
"NO, I HAVE-, WAIT......SHE'S RIGHT THERE!" Gretchen hollered down, while pointing out into the crowd.
Knatilee of course didn't have a full view of the floor from her angle, so she quickly grabbed the back of a bar-stool someone was currently sitting on, and began to use it to balance herself up onto the counter.
"EXCUSE ME!" she yelled back to the person, before going from a crouched position on the counter, to a straight stand........
It wasn't long before spotted her sister, with Lee. A guy she often liked to jokingly call Jacquelines second puppy. She went to wave towards her sister, but before she could Gretchen came from behind, wrapped her left arm around Knatilees waist, waved her right one in the air, and began to act as if she was riding a pony..........something that instantly caused Knatilee to laugh, as she then return the jester, by bending down slightly.
"OH CHECK ME OUT, I GOT A PONY YOUS GUYS!!!" Gretchen called out, as she lifted one of her legs up as if to climb onto Knatilees back, but before she could, Knatilee stood straight again - her body still bouncing to the beat of the music however.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? IN THESE HEELS? DO YOU WANT TO FALL FROM THIS COUNTER THAT BADLY??"
The two shared another laugh, and continued to dance until the song came to an end............and after a brief self-advertisement from the DJ, a slower song began to play, and Gretchen and Knatilee began to shoo people off of the counter.......ending with Gretchen easily jumping down behind the bar, thanks to her sneakers, and Knatilee having to crouch down first, and then swing her legs over the back side of the counter - her back now towards the patrons sitting on the stools on the other side of the counter.
"Just going to sit up there and look pretty huh, instead of helping a girl out behind the bar???"
Knatilee smiled "But of course!"
In reality though she was simply waiting for the song to wind down, before once again standing on the counter...............this time though, with a microphone in hand, that had just been passed down to her from the DJ around the corner.
"Uh-oh, look who now has the power of the mic! Beware...." Martin joked as he came from the kitchen, Knatilee waved him off.
"Testing 1-2-3......" Knatilee said into the microphone, verifying that the device was working before continuing. with a presence and accented voice that was entrancing in a way.. "......Okay, ladies and gents, welcome to 'Schiano's'......I'm Knatilee, but from all the familiar faces i'm sure most of you know that already. So i'm also sure most of you remember the last contest.......if you weren't too wasted by the end of the night...." a small amount of laughter rang out from the crowd at the mention of being wasted. "....but i'll repeat the way things go anyways......
For the last couple of weeks we had signs up sheets, if you got your name into us on time, you should of received a numbered sticker tonight to plaster to your lovely torsos......clothed, or unclothed. The challenge is to see who can keep it moving up here the longest, with the winner taking the grand prize of a free tab for the rest of the night.........the competition will run an hour at the longest, but as sure as you might be that you'll make it that long, we usually don't go past thirty minutes, for if you stop dancing for more than three to five seconds, you're out. The track provided to us by our lovely DJ Lisa B. is a non-stop mega-mix, so there's no breaks darlings.........and our staff will be watching, so if you're asked to step down for failing to dance, just step down.......or i'll have our lovely bodyguard over there, Sean, pull your ass off the counter.
Now please, make your way around to the end here with you number stuck to ya.........and remember, this isn't a topless bar, so if you wanna take your shirt off, at least keep your braziers on over the girls" Knatilee finished, with a quick squeeze to her own chest, before crouching down on the bar, and then jumping down in between two bar-stools again.
She then handed her mic to Gretchen behind the counter, and walked over to the karaoke stage where DJ Lisa B. stood.
They would converse about random things until they got the thumbs up from Sean and others that all girls were ready and atop the bar........Lisa would then start the music, and the dancing would begin.
It wasn't long before Knatilee spotted her sister with a young woman she recognized as Lucy - who before she could approach, was already making her way away from Jacqueline, and towards the bar - late, with a number plastered on her stomach.
"Well there you are gorgeous.......you know, you could always get up there and break a leg..........but i think it would be a bit unfair if one of us entered, seeing as how we'd win hands down." she joked with her sister, while turning around and staring over towards the bar.......as dancing customers around them began to lightly bump into the pair.
"You could always go up there for fun though, without a sticker.........give 'em some pointers?!"
Knatilee ended her suggestion with a soft nudge to her sisters side, before turning and making her way through the crowd a into a backroom reserved for private parties usually, but tonight, served as a hookah station, with a large round table in the middle with a small crowd of five or so sitting around it enjoying flavored tobacco.
She wasn't interested in smoking anything however, she simply wanted to sit on the lounge couch, in the corner - away from the table, and kick her shoes off for a moment, as she made a phone call.
Tonight was suppose to be fun, full of sexual innuendos via a batch of drunks, and then a hard crash. But with a job to do so close to the closing of the bar, she'd get no rest in-between........so she swiftly slipped out of her shoes, kicked her legs up on the couch, crossed them, and then looked up at ceiling......which was like taking a visit to a planetarium.......a trippy little effect that cost thousands extra to put in place.
Moments later, she placed the phone call..........
The conversation didn't last long, and would of seemed pointless to anyone who happened to catch part of it, but it was anything but.
After hanging up the receiver, she slowly slipped back into her shoes and made her way from the hookah room, to behind the bar, where she half watched the girls reaming on the stage after the ten or so minutes she was gone, and half taking orders from customers - in-between dancing bare legs......something she couldn't help but smile over.