"Bye Bambi!" a man with a huge grin across his faced called out as he slipped out of the brightly colored wooden door. This door just happened to belong to Bambi, the showgirl in Vegas. Bambi is the most popular showgirl in Vegas. But Bambi isn't just a showgirl she also is a relationship counselor (as Bambi would call it). After every performance Bambi would invite men up to her room for a trip on her silky, satin bed and showed them a feeling they have never felt before.

Bambi stuck her head around the corner of the wall, twirled her red hair with her finger and cheerfully replied "Bye, come again soon"

"Hey Bambi," another voice called out. It was Bambi's coworker Candy. Candy was a tall brunette with blue eyes and a killer body. Much like Bambi she also pulled in the men and the money.

"Another man come and gone I see." Candy told her co-worker

Bambi groaned, plopped on the couch and tossed an empty box of condoms in the trash. "Yeah, I'm exhausted don't wake me till 11."

Candy shook her head at Bambi and stated "Remember we have rehearsal in the morning." Candy was five years older than Bambi and served as a mentor to her. She taught Bambi everything about Vegas and their job, but now Bambi is a master. Bambi has been working as a showgirl for five years and when she started at age 22 she was the youngest in history to work there.

"Whatever" Bambi responded then flung a velvet red heart pillow at Candy's face.

11:00 Bambi's POV

"Bambi, wake up we got rehearsal in thirty minutes." Candy called

I turned over in my bed and screeched "I know!" I eventually got up, took a shower, put on some cloths and began the walk to rehearsal with Candy. We made it to the stage in less than five minutes then began preparing for practice.

"You girls made it," said my boss, Funk. Winston Funk is the owner of this casino. He was the man who discovered me. He hired me right after I graduated college. I attended community college and graduated with a teaching degree. I didn't go to a community college because I wasn't smart enough or didn't know what I wanted to do, but because I couldn't afford to pay for a university. My parents are loaded, my dad is a physician and my mom is a well known travel book author. But when I told my mom I wanted to be a teacher she disapproved and told me that she wouldn't pay for my tuition. After college I was almost out of money and was in desperate need of a high paying job. Winston overheard my situation when I was talking to a friend and said that he could help me. Winston told me that he needed a beautiful woman with dance skills to go to Vegas with him and become a showgirl. I accepted his offer and began my job as a showgirl/ relationship counselor.

"Are we late? Candy cried. Candy was always worried about being on time and as long as I was with her I was never late.

No, you two girls are not late. Good morning Bambi." Funk greeted cheerfully then flashed me a smile before he leaned in to kiss me. I know I am not supposed to have an affair with my boss but he is so fine.

Unfortunately Winston and I's passionate kiss was interrupted by Candy "Don't tell me you are doing the boss too." Although Candy good be tough on me, she always kept me in line. Many of the girls here don't like me very much. Candy tells me that the other girls hate me because I take all the men and that she would hate me too if I wasn't so nice.

Funk and I have a special relationship. I called him Winston when the two of us are alone but when around others I refer to him as Funk. He is kind of like my boyfriend but for business purposes we don't tell the other men that visit or we would lose business.

"No wonder you're his favorite." Sarcastically commented Candy

"Hey Bambi can I speak to you a sec" Funk called to me, interrupting Candy and I's conversation.

I strutted up to him, gave him a quick kiss and asked "Do you want to have sex?" Unlike the other men Funk didn't pay me for my "services". He only paid me for my dancing.

Funk smiled and sweetly responded "Yes, but that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. A newspaper wants to do an article on one of my girls and I thought that you would be the perfect one to do it."

"Why me?"

Funk laughed and put his soft hand around my neck. "Bambi, you're my best dancer, you pull in the most money, you are the most beautiful and your IQ is 100 points above all the rest of the girls."

Funk's comment flattered me. Most men don't tell me that I am smart. Here in Vegas I put on a show that I am not very smart so that the other girls don't feel inferior and to attract more men. "So what is going to happen?"

"He is just going to interview you about you and job"

"Sure," I replied. I'm looking forward to meeting this reporter. I hope he is cute. I could probably get some business out of him.

"You can meet him here around 2 after rehearsal. And wear that sexy little black number you had on last night" Funk told me. Funk always wants me to dress up for men when they visited.

"Want me to give him a good impression?"

"Yep" Funk smiled, gave me a kiss goodbye then had me and the other girls begin rehearsal.

1:30

A very straight man came up to Funk and dryly stated "Hello, I'm here to interview one of your dancers."

"Yeah, she is rehearsing at this moment but when she is done she will meet you here. Just have a seat and watch them until she is finished. You will be interviewing Bambi, the red head in the middle of the stage.

The man started to laugh but stopped when Funk sat there in silence. "Bambi? Bambi? You have got to be kidding me. Is that her real name?"

"No, that is not her real name. My girls use different names." Funk replied slightly irritated with the man's comment.

"Do they get to pick their names?" the man asked

"Ask her. You are not interviewing me." Funk responded then got up and left.

Reporter's Pov

I can't believe my boss gave me this job. All of these girls are stuck up, drunken, dense whores. The only thing that they are good at in life is selling themselves to men. It's sad that they will never know what love is. I'm so glad that my fiancé and I are not like that. We have a relationship rather than a one night stand.

Bambi's Pov

After practice I went up to Funk "Hi Funk, where is the reporter? Do you have any special request for me?"

"Be good to him Bambi." Funk told me

"So, no favors?" I questioned

Funk smiled "No save yourself for me later tonight after the interview."

"Thanks, bye Winston." I'm not so sure if I want to do the interview anymore. I know I was excited earlier but when during rehearsal my interviewing was staring at me like I did something wrong. I felt as if I was on trail and he didn't even talk to me. He just sat in the chair and gave me a dirty look like I'm this horrible person. I wish people would stop judging me by my job. There is more to me than the number of men I have slept with.