Get a Job!

She was waiting for us the next day, papers in hand. Beginning to hand them out, she said, "Alright! Alfie, you are dancing to American Trash by InnerPartySystem. I thought it suited you. Okay, here's yours, Mattie. Canadian Please by Gunnarolla. Gil-gil, you are dancing to Invincible by Adelitas Way. Sound good to everyone? Yes? Awesome." We glanced at each other, shrugging. She continued, "And last but not least, all three of you are doing a trio to Mr. Saxobeat by Alexandra Stan. I'd start working on dance moves while you have the stage to yourself. Tonight, you'll be hosts- which means you are serving the costumers. Not sexually, please, just with food and drink. The drunker you get them, the more they spend."

We nodded, Prussia smirking a little. Oh, he's going to find the beer... Mathew coughed, then whispered, "Excuse me? Miss?"

"Yup?"

He looked shocked for a moment then recovered, "What are we going to wear for our dances, eh?"

"I'm taking a worker's vote; they'll choose. Now, go plan! Choreograph! Have fun! The beer is off-limits!"

Prussia seemed to deflate like a balloon. I couldn't help laughing at him. Soon, Mattie joined in. Prussia glared at us for a total of two seconds before cracking his infamous smile. He grabbed our hands, dragging us towards the stage. "You heard the woman!"

...BLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEH...

The infamous strip pole. I stood glaring at it, arms crossed. Gilbert and Mathew mimicked my pose, watching me. "Well, eh? Are you or aren't you?"

"Aren't?" I squeaked.

Gilbert snorted, "Ja, you are." He pushed me towards it, knocking me off balance. I grabbed it, whipping around to glare at them. They both motioned with their hands for me to continue. So I did, wrapping my arms around it as though it was my lover. I met Mathew's eyes. He gulped. Oh, hell yes. Let's do this!

Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me began playing. I started dancing, weaving around the pole without ever removing my touch from it. Once (I don't know how, it just happened, dudes!) I flipped upside down, my legs holding rather tightly to the metal. I slid, letting my hands touch the ground before I flipped down. The song ended. I met their eyes, "Well?"

"I wish you weren't my brother... eh... You don't know how sexy you are, do you?"

Prussia's mouth snapped shut. He made a funny noise that sounded like a moan of arousal with a snort. "Ja, I'm sure he does. By the way, you are pole dancing for our song."

I smirked, "Why's that, man? Aroused?"

"Ja, I am," he leaned towards me, taking my face in his hands. "Care to fix it, Alfie?"

"A-hem," We turned, meeting our new boss's eyes. She smiled, "As much as I'd like to see the three of you get it on, you need to get ready for work. Here's your outfits-" She handed us each a waiter's gear (just an apron and a bow-tie, really) and some underwear. "-so go get changed! Hurry, hurry" Pushing us towards the back, she slammed the door to a dressing room. Joy.

Prussia shrugged. He dropped the clothing on the floor, pulling off his shirt then the rest of his clothing. Mattie and I stared at him with looks of horror and 'OMG, dude, can you not take your clothes off?' Not to say he was bad looking. Oh, no. He had muscles to spare and then some. But the scars criss-crossing his back looked painful, even to me. Mattie started reaching forward to touch him, awestruck. I slapped his hand away. "Aren't you going to strip? We've got a job to do, ja?"

"Uh, yeah, man. Yeah." I pulled off my clothes, tossing them randomly about the room. Then, I turned to my outfit.

Red... thong? Shrugging, I pulled it on, tying the apron around the front. Mattie helped me with the bow-tie. Soon enough, we left the room, smiling at the women who ogled us happily.

Our boss- Tina- gave us our work, and sent us out.

Little did we know how eventful it would be.

AN:

Sorry it took so long!