Miley's POV
It's loud. The music is blaring some fast upbeat song. I weave my way through the crowd of people and to the front desk. "E-excuse me" I stutter.
"And what can I do for you today?" The receptionist says checking me out.
"I uh… I'm here for a job" I say timidly. She looks me up and down then busts out laughing. I narrow my eyes at her.
"Wait… you're serious?" She says catching her breath. I nod. She looks at me like I'm crazy. That's the look I've been getting all night. "Uh… right this way." She says motioning me to follow her.
This place is huge. Two floors of sex. That's how I see it. There's a huge bar along the parking lot wall. There's strippers and prostitutes everywhere. Jesus who ever owns this place is rich beyond belief. We get in a glass elevator and the receptionist hits the top floor button. Wait… it says three. There's a third floor? Wow.
The elevator dings and the doors open. Fast elevator. She leads me down a huge hallway. Wow marble tiles and pillars. In the center of the huge room are about seven poles with half naked girls of on them. They're surrounded by about 20 guys in suits. I guess they're the "high rollers". The music is slower and allot quieter up here. They even have a bar up here. Not as big as the one downstairs but pretty big.
We stop in front of huge white double doors. She presses a button on the intercom then waits. I wasn't scared before, but now after seeing all this, I'm scared as hell.
"What" a voice through the intercom says annoyed.
"We have a girl here for a job Ma'am" the receptionist says.
"Send her in" The voice says with a sigh.
She turns the handle, opens the door, then tells me to go in. I hesitantly walk in and the door shuts behind me. Whoa. Huge office… with huge windows and lavender curtains hanging over them and down along the walls. Marble pillars, tiles, steps. There's foggy glass double doors to my right. This place is amazing.
"What are you doing?" I hear someone say. I jump and look straight forward. There's a girl… she can't be much older than me… white button up shirt... a black and red striped tie… hard look on her face. She has papers in her hand and on her desk. She's looking at me like I'm crazy… of course she is.
"Uh" Is all I say.
"You gonna sit down or recite your college application again." She says.
Jesus, she saw me two seconds ago and she's already being a bitch. Maybe that lady in the parking lot was right…
I walk up to a chair in front of her desk and sit down. Wow, comfy. She looks me up and down then gives an annoyed sigh. Oh right, my résumé. I hand her my résumé and she slowly takes it from me. Weirdo. I see her scan over it then read it thoroughly. I hear someone walk in and I glance to see who. Ah, the receptionist.
"Miley Stewart" The owner says. She puts my résumé down and folds her hands on her desk. She looks up at me with sympathetic smile.
"Look… you seem… like a very nice person." She says.
"Thank you?" I say awkwardly.
"I however, I am not a nice person. So take it now while you have the chance, I'm not hiring you"
"Why not?" I ask. Her smile drops. She looks at me like I'm crazy again. She shakes her head than looks at me normally .
"Because I've seen your kind. Top school, got a girl or guy, perfect life. You're the American dream. You don't belong here. I doubt you've even seen yourself naked." She says with a smirk.
"Who are you to judge?" I say bluntly. She gives me that look again.
"I'm the one hiring, I get to judge." She says in a 'duh' tone.
"Do you? You don't know anything about me other than a sheet of paper. Just give me chance, I can do it." I say trying to convince myself more than her. She looks frustrated. I see her jaw muscles tighten and her eyes get dark.
"Alright Stewart, you wanna go? Let's go" She says as she stands up and walks out the door I came in. I jump up and follow her, as does the receptionist.
She stops once we're outside her office. "You see them? They're what I like to call "High Rollers". They spend at least a hundred grand a night. And the girls you see with them, they're the best of the best. They do whatever they are asked whenever they are asked wherever they are asked. They're fit, healthy and tight, the second they're not, the go back to the first floor. This floor is what I call the third heaven." She says then leads me to the elevator. Wow, this is pretty rough stuff.
She hits the bottom floor button and crosses her arms. "This, is what I call the second heaven. It's mostly for sex. 84 bedrooms in various sizes and class depending on how good you are. As well as the main open floor for stripping" She says as we pass the second floor. "And this, is the first heaven. Everyone starts out here till they prove themselves." She says as we reach the first floor.
"First floor is mostly stripping except for the left wall, all those doors are bedrooms for beginner prostitutes. To sum it all up, the first floor is for starters. Second floor is for the advanced, and the third floor most never see. The third floor is for experts, only got 12 rooms up there. As you could imagine, the price goes up each floor." She says as we walk out the elevator.
"Some never make it past the first floor." She yells over the music. "As you know this is a Co-ed club, so you'll see girls and guys stripping, having sex, etc. I always give my employee's a choice, you can be a stripper, a prostitute, or both, but in this case I'm gonna start you as a waitress." She yells again moving us to the bar.
"Wait… I got the job?" I yell.
"Yeah, you're feisty Stewart, I like that. But don't think I'm gonna go easy on you. You still gotta make quota in tips every night. Got it?" She says. I nod. "Good. You start now and work till 4." She says. That was fast. Great I work till four am.
She turns to walk away but I stop her. "Wait, what do I do when my shift is over?" I ask.
"There's people all over the place wearing black ties, I call them executioners or EC's for short. Find one of them and they'll count your tips then they'll report to me, you just go home." She says. I nod and take a deep breath. "Stewart" She yells to get my attention. I look at her. "Mikayla, Mikayla Marshall. It's my name that you won't be using. It's boss or any other name you would use for a lover." She says with a smirk and a wink then disappears in the crowd.
Wow, she's scary but sexy at the same time… wait, what? No ,Miley you have a girl named Lilly Truscott who you love and would die for.
"Here's your uniform and your ear piece" the receptionist says handing them to me.
"Ear piece?" I ask.
"It'll beep when one of your customer's want you." She says. I nod. "You know you're lucky" She says. I give her a confused look. "No one argues with Mikayla Marshall. No one out smarts her. And no one ever puts her into submission. I don't know where you came from Stewart, but you pulled some mind blowing shit up there" She says then walks off. Mind blowing shit? This is gonna be a long night.
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No way… no fucking way I'm wearing this. It's a bright sparkly purple bra with a matching thong and a black bowtie. Yeah… it looks good on me, but I don't wanna show anyone. How am I supposed to pull this off? I somehow get this job and now I don't have the balls to do it.
I look at myself in the bathroom mirror, dead in the eyes. "Miley, you have to do this. You're not losing Lilly, your car, your house, or your school." I say to myself sternly. Ok… I think I can do this.
I walk out of the bathroom into the main part of the building. Guys and girls checking me out every step I take. I walk to the bar and grab my notepad. "Hey" I hear. I look up to see the bartender.
"Hi" I yell over the music.
"I'm Kenny" He yells extending his hand over the bar counter.
"Miley Stewart" I yell back, accepting his hand.
"You get used to it" He yells.
"The job or the attire?" I yell with a laugh. He grins and blushes at the skin tight, shiny blue, boxer briefs he's wearing.
"Both" he's says with a laugh then tends to the bar.
I walk away from the bar and to a guy that was trying to get my attention. "Can I help you?" I ask.
"Yeah… I'll give you all the money in my wallet if… I can just touch…" he trails off staring at me chest.
"Uh… I'm not a stripper" I say.
"And?" he's says. I don't answer.
"You must be new here… that makes it all the more better." He continues. I just continue the horrified look on my face.
"Fine. Have it your way, I'll just have a beer." He says.
"Oh… o-ok. Uh, we have- "
"Surprise me" he says cutting me off with a smirk. I nod and leave. He's balding, fat, shorter than I am, sweating like he's in hell, and he has the voice that screams pedophile.
I make it to the bar and sigh. "Keep it steady, let it slide" I hear Kenny say.
"What?" I ask.
"It means to relax. Stewart, if you're gonna do this, you gotta do it right. Act like this is normal. Like you do it all the time. Like you own this place. Remember to breathe, turn on the charm, then bring it home. Keep is steady, let it slide." Kenny says.
"Right" I say as he gives me a beer.
I walk back over to the guy who ordered it and hand it to him. "My offer still stands" He says with a wink. Ew.
He reaches into his back pocket then slips whatever he got into my hand. "Normally I'd slip in your bra cup, but, I'll go easy on you since you're new" He says with a grin. I nod then speed walk away. That, sucked.
The rest of my night was pretty much a same way. Every time I went to another person, I got bolder. Kenny's advice really helped. I think I did pretty well considering where I come from. At least I think I did.
I'm currently waiting for one of the EC to finish counting my tips. "We seem to have a problem Miss Stewart." He says.
"We do?" I ask. He nods.
"You're a hundred fifty short of the quota." He says. "Just making quota is bad enough" He continues. "Boss isn't gonna like this." He says turning to walk away.
"Wait!" I hear someone yell. Out of nowhere I see Kenny come up to us. "A guy told me to give this to you" He says handing me two hundred bucks.
"We'll, guess you'll die another day." The EC says taking it from me. "What about you Kenny? If I'm not mistaken your shift just ended too." He continues. Kenny hands all his tips to the EC and puts an annoyed look on.
"Kenny, Kenny, Kenny, just barely passing tonight. I expected more from you. Boss isn't gonna be happy about this." The EC says faking sympathy.
"Hey, I've been here every night for two years, even on my days off. I've always exceeded quota and been talked up by everyone. I'll handle her." Kenny snaps. I watch the EC walk away with a smirk. When I turn my head back around to talk to Kenny, he isn't there. I scan the room for any sign of him. He can't just leave… right?
I catch him out of the corner of my eye walking out the exit. I weave my way through the crowd and out the door. "Kenny!" I yell as he gets to his car. He stops and looks back at me. We're both still in our work "uniforms".
"Who gave me that last tip?" I ask knowing fully who it was.
"Oh, uh, this… guy." He says.
"Uh huh" I say completely not buying it.
"I couldn't just let you fail on the first night." He says giving in.
"Yes, you could've. You risked your job tonight for me. Someone who just started a few hours ago. Why?" I ask.
"Because I like you Stewart. There's not many people in this world like you. And if anyone's gonna get the boss to bend over for them because she was wrong, it should be you." He says adding the last part with a grin.
"I'll have to remember that. You won't ever have to do it again, I promise" I say with a sweet smile. He nods.
"Well, I better get going. Catch you later Stewart" He says getting in to his car.
"Bye Kenny" I say turning to walk to my car. I like Kenny.
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I look at the clock in the kitchen as I walk through my front door. 4:42 am. I am so fucking tired. I told Lilly I was at a study group and not to wait up for me. A study group at 4:00 in the morning? Not at all buyable.
Well, I made it through my first night. I'm alive… barely. C'mon, seven hundred dollars quota, a night. Ridicules. No wonder she's so rich.
I drop my stuff in the living room and head for the stairs. When I reach the stairs I'm met with my confused and groggy girlfriend. "Do I even need to ask?" She says. She sounds pissed. Then again, I am still wearing my "uniform".
"It's not what you think… I swear." I say panicky.
"Then tell me Miley, what am I supposed to think? After all, I was told you were at a "study group meeting" and not to wait up for you." She says ready to drill me.
"I was" I lie. She gives me a "then-what-the-hell" look. "You were supposed to stay in bed. After studying I went and got this… I had to find the perfect one and it took forever." I lie through my teeth like the demon I am.
I see a naughty s,ork crawl on to her face. "Oh really?" She says seductively. I plaster a smile onto my face. Well, I guess I'll die another day.
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