So we know our girl Jill is an alcoholic and can never drink again. She drank with Trish and went out of control. Not my problem, but became my problem when I had to work all of their shifts. They are both no longer with us at the salon.
Jill still frequents the salon and all is forgiven. As long as she pays, she’s back to being a client here. I’m glad she’s doing okay and staying sober. I don’t know what she’s like drunk and I don’t want to know. I’m sure it’s been hard for her working at a nail salon after being a stripper and an escort. Living in a halfway house for women with substance abuse problems and addiction can’t be a picnic. They have to sign in and sign out when they come and go. They’re all used to partying everyday so now they can’t and they’re all bored out of their minds. They have to attend AA and NA meetings everyday. They’re living with a bunch of alcoholics and junkies all at different levels of addiction and it’s got to be a brutal little prison for these ladies.
I had seen her earlier in the week and she came in with hot ex-heroin addict housemate, Sabrina who I’m planning on taking out on a second date for some sober fun. (See: Sabrina – 2017 to Present – The Challenge) I’m glad I had a chance to chat with Sabrina again because I’m trying to score some tickets to a show and take her to it. Jill tells me she’s stressed out at her job at her salon, and Sabrina is really stressed at her job as well. I have some fear for them both because stress causes people to re-offend.
It was a Saturday and I agreed to take the shift for Summer who had a family thing to attend. So technically I shouldn’t even been there. Jill comes in and tans just like she always does. It’s always nice to see her. She looks great. Tawny hair, red top, sheer in the front that showcases her ample cleavage, and skin-tight jeans.
When she finishes tanning it’s around 4pm. She tells me she’s going crazy and that she’s going to drink a half pint of vodka and just come back to the salon and chill out. I advise her against it. She tells me she’s going to think on it and may or may not stop back. She’s not angry, I can tell she just wants to feel the high and relax. She’s done it so long and become so destructive with her addiction that she has no coping mechanisms in place to ease her mind or occupy it now that she’s sober. Stress hits and she reaches for the bottle. Sadly for Jill there’s no alternative.
I say a little prayer for her and hope she just goes home or does anything other than that.
But Jill does come back to the salon around closing time. She seems fine. She’s just hanging out and chatting. Okay, everything’s fine. She’s sipping ice tea from a plastic bottle.
One of my beloved clients comes in and I’m happy to see her. Even though we’re about to close I don’t mind because this lady gave me a five-star review on Yelp. Yea, she can come in whenever she wants.
I’m chatting with her a little bit, joking that she came in late but because of the positive review I’m letting her step over the line. Jill hops into the conversation, which is fine. She and the client are chatting away like old friends.
I notice that Jill is more chatty and lively than usual. Is she drinking? Is there vodka in that iced tea bottle?
I send my client in to her session. Jill suddenly wants to help me close up the salon. I tell her I’ve got everything well at hand. She’s very chatty and starts grabbing things to clean.
That’s the moment I smell the booze on her. I’m getting nervous. What is she going to do?
She can see that I’m on edge and tells me to relax. But I can’t help it. We all know what happened last time. Got black out drunk and kicked out of her halfway house. Thankfully, they let her back in. She says she’s just going to drink a half pint and then by the time she goes home she’ll be clean and no one will find out.
This lady is playing with fire. Phase one is her desire to drink overcoming her will to resist. Phase two is going to the liquor school and buying the half pint of vodka. Phase three is the over enthusiastic chatterbox. Phase four is the euphoria phase where she relaxes and leans into the soothing buzz. That’s where she is right now, and that’s where she should stay.
But they never stay on that level. The buzz levels off and they want that feeling again so what do they do? That’s right, they drink more and that’s when the trouble starts.
Against my stern warning about what will happen to her, off she goes to the liquor store again. She’s already polished off a half pint and I can see her starting to change. I hope she doesn’t come back. Based on her past drunken actions she shouldn’t be here in the salon like that.
My last client leaves and I close the door.
Sure enough Jill returns with another iced tea and I’m sure it already contains booze. She goes into the fitness center inside our salon. There are big mirrors on the one wall and she’s primping and doing her makeup and listening to her music. I finish, close up the salon and punch out.
She asks me to join her in the gym. I sit down on one of the blocks we have in there. (I think you’re supposed to jump on them) She’s flipping her hair and taking selfies like a teenage girl. She is clearly entering the next phase. She sits on my lap and forces me to listen to her music. Her demeanor has also changed, she is sounding more urban in her dialect and is starting to slur her words. (Think black stripper)
Jill is a hot lady and a former stripper and escort so she knows the moves. She starts giving me a lap dance. I am really nervous because I’ve never seen this side of her. I’ve only heard about it from other people and it’s like she’s become a different person.
She’s grinding her butt against my crotch. Then she’s kissing me, and the next thing I know my face is pressed between her breasts.
“I miss dancing so much!”
Here is this client and former employee giving me a lap dance in the tanning salon! I’m stunned, scared and aroused all in the same moment. I know it’s wrong but she has reverted back to a drunken slutty stripper that I know would let me fuck her right now.
But being the gentleman that I am, I make some excuse that I have to drop some papers off. I have had to make this excuse to her several times because she’s not listening to me. She is lost in her mind now. Just all over me, dancing and grinding on me.
As hot as she is right now, and as sexualized as she is, I’m resisting and really worried that this is the end for her. She’ll go do something crazy and get kicked out of her house and she’ll end up homeless. She keeps saying how we’re going to go across the street and we’re going to smoke cigars and drink whiskey at Ashton Cigar Bar. She’s out of control.
I keep telling her I have to go drop off the papers. She ends up spilling the vodka/iced tea down the front of her. This happened when she was trying to drink it, so you can see how drunk she is now. It’s like I’m looking into the eyes of a completely different woman. She’s slurring, and staggering about. I finally get her to the door, and she drops the bottle on the floor. It was nearly empty and made of plastic. She’s pissed off and mad at me now because I didn’t have sex with her and take her out to destroy herself further. Her last words to me were: “You couldn’t afford me anyway.” and off she went out the door. I am praying that she doesn’t fall down the steps, but am also relieved that she is off the property.
I’m pretty shaken by the incident, and wait a few minutes and mop up the floor. I dispose of all of the evidence in the dumpster out back and windex the mirrors she was leaning up against and touching while she was doing her sexy little dance for me. I give the place the once over and I think I’m good to go. I won’t mention this to anyone. But I will write about it here because the story must be told.
I lock up and head to the bar where I know my friend Prova works. (See: Prova – 2015 to Present – Glow of the Sun) Prova can see I am visibly shaken. I just tell her I’ve got some anxiety about opening the gym. She gives me a Manhattan and that settles the nerves. I just hope Jill is okay. But I’m scared for her well-being out there. She’s so lost in herself right now.
I get a text from Jill the next day around 1pm. “Sorry that I was acting crazy… That’s why I can’t drink.”
“No worries. Just glad you’re okay.”
She comes into the salon that week like nothing had happened. She tells me curfew is 12:45 on the weekends. So she did finally get back to her house around that time. She went straight to her room and fell asleep. So somehow she dodged a fatal bullet and no one knew she got blackout drunk. She calls the person she becomes drunk, Jezebel. Sounds fitting. I didn’t go into detail of what transpired between us because I didn’t want to embarrass her and I didn’t want her to remember any of it. She left me around 6pm Saturday and didn’t get home until 12:45. I asked her what she did for the six hours from when she left me.
“I have no idea.”
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