Pamela;
"So… let me get this straight." Judy begins, and I know she's about to mock me, so I glare at her through the mirror in front of us.
"You are… broke as fuck, but slammed 35 dollars into some stranger's hand… cause he was rude to you… for bumping into him." She continues and I glare at her before taking one chocolate from the box.
"You heard me the first time. And don't say it like that. He was being a dick!" I retort before stuffing the chocolate in my mouth.
"Yeah. A handsome… rich dude who most likely didn't need your 35 dollars. I'm pretty sure he tossed that money in a trash can, and here we are. 35 dollars poorer." She replies, and I stop chewing as I glare at her.
"Do you want the chocolate or not?!" I snap, and she giggles as she gives the final tug to my ponytail, leaving it sleek and firm.
"Relax snapping turtle. Why would I ever say no to chocolate?" She replies as she reaches in front of me to grab one chocolate from the box.
"Well… you just might have one good news today." She says as she chews the chocolate and adjusts the top of her dress, causing her cleavage to pop out more.
I turn to her, and she smirks at me.
"I spoke to Gerald. He's agreed to let you serve on the S floor with me tonight." She replies, and my eyes widen as I quickly get up from my chair.
"Wait. Really??" I question, and her blue eyes twinkle with pride.
"Mmhmm. You know me… I have my way with… persuasion." She coos as she twirls a lock of my hair in her fingers, and my smile grows in bubbling gratitude.
In this club, there are several floors. The ground floor is a the part of the strip club for commoners, drunkards, and most of the dead bit weirdos we encounter here.
Every new server girl starts there, and prays not to stay there long. But thanks to my looks, Gerald our manager made me start on the next floor. The VIP floor.
The customers on that floor are doing okay but not exceedingly rich… you know… they just have some spare cash to throw at naked ladies and pretty waiters… I stayed there for about a year before I got promoted to the VVIP floor.
The VVIP floor has rich folks. Millionaires who are doing well for themselves. They tip well and are mostly well-behaved. I've been on this floor for almost a year, however, I need more. I need an upgrade because the higher the floor, the higher the tips!
The final floor is the one my dear friend Judy works on. TheSfloor. This floor belongs to billionaires and dangerous men. The floor has the best dancers and the best server girls.
Every girl in this club prays for a promotion there or even a chance to serve there just once. And now, thanks to Judy, I've gotten this chance.
If things go well, I can get some insane tips. Judy once made a thousand dollars as tip for just serving there, and flirting with the men. If I get that lucky… ugh! Maybe I won't be homeless next month after all!
"Now. Remember. These men are fucking wealthy, but most of them are dangerous too." Judy begins as she turns me to the mirror.
"You need to choose your onions right. First, you decide what you're going to be for the rest of the night… The shy, cute server girl who's so innocent those men lose their minds over the thought of corrupting…" She begins as she pouts behind me in the mirror looking like an innocent young lady instead of the sexy seductress she truly is.
"Or… A sexy, confident young lady who knows many men would beg to have her body… So, she sways her hips just right, walks confidently, flirts a little… makes enough eye contact to be interesting, but not challenging or disrespectful." She adds as she holds up a red lipstick to me, and I gulp.
I think for a second, and then I groan.
"God I need the extra cash…" I think out loud and she nods as she bounces her eyebrows.
"Exactly. We need to get back that $35." She replies and I stare at her deadpan in the mirror, but she just laughs.
"So, what's it gonna be, my sweet beauty?" She questions and I smirk.
"I'm about to flirt my way into paying my rent," I reply as I take the lipstick from her, and Judy cackles like a maniac.
"Yas, baby girl! Mmm. You're gonna make Mama so proud tonight!" She exclaims as she adjusts my dress, making my cleavage more exposed.
"Let those milkshakes shine, mama! You need to bring all the boys to the yard tonight." She jokes and I can't help but laugh as I lean closer to the mirror to apply the lipstick.
When I'm done I stand back up, and my blonde friend looks more excited than I am about this.
"Oh. Let's not forget some liquid courage." She says before reaching for one of the two shot glasses on the table, and I take the other one.
We down the shots, and I nod. Glad to finally have some alcohol in my system.
I nod as I look at Judy, and she smiles.
"Mmm. Jerome really knows his shit." I note, and Judy nods in agreement.
"I know, right? That's why he's the best bartender in all of L.A!" She replies, and I smile.
I turn back to the mirror and adjust my dress, hoping that things go well tonight.
Our costumes for today are maid uniforms. Deliberately short black dresses with the little white aprons, head piece, knee long white socks, and heels.
We always get new costumes every night. We're dressed as eye candy so the men are surrounded by beautiful ladies not just the dancers. And this helps pull more customers in.
Our club is ranked one of the best in terms of pretty female workers, and in this line of work, that's quite a flex.
There's suddenly a knock on the door, and all of us in the room turn to it.
Gerald walks in with his fiery red hair, red and black dress shirt and pants, and dramatic pocket watch.
"Okay, ladies. Chop. Chop. You start serving in three minutes!" He says as he steps aside, and that's our cue. All of us in the dressing room begin to pool out, and Judy leans closer to me.
"Now, remember. Most of these men are dangerous. Don't linger around any table long enough to be mistaken as eavesdropping. Decide how much of whatever they ask you to do that you actually want to do. And if it starts getting out of hand, press the bottom under any of the table. It will alarm Gerald directly and he'd come to help." She says, and I nod.
"Best of luck, mama." She add as she gently rubs my arms and I let out a breath.
Yes. Best of luck. Cause I don't need any of my bad luck tonight.
Tonight is going to be a good night! And hopefully, I'll be able to get enough money for William's field trip.