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I wanted to I dress in something nice but not to short or revealing; unfortunately I don't own any of that type of clothing. But I eventually found something suitable and went over to where the interview was going to be and knocked on the door. "Hello," I greeted as the reporter opened the door.
His jaw had dropped slightly and I gave him a small smile thinking that maybe he doesn't hate me after all. He didn't speak for a while but he eventually mouthed the word "Wow"
"You are going to let me in? Or do I have to stand in the doorway the entire interview." I asked laughing. I stopped laughing after realizing he wasn't responding. I probably shouldn't have had those few martini's before I came here.
"Come in," the reporter told me and then directed me to a chair to sit in. I walked / stumbled to the chair he pointed to, sat down, crossed my long legs and cheerfully chirped "Let's do this!"
"Alright then," the reported mentioned. He looked at me and then took out his notepad and began taking notes. As he was taking notes I began to wonder what he was writing. Does he like my outfit? Does he think my clothes are too much? As these thoughts whirled in my mind the reporter finally spoke.
"So I tried to ask your boss this question, but he told me to ask you. Do you get to choose your names that you use here?"
Oh good, an easy question. I was begging to worry he would interrogate me. "Yeah, we choose our own names."
The reporter gave a half smile and asked "So why Bambi?"
Yes, another easy question! "I got the name from the Disney movie Bambi. I choose that name because Bambi was so cute and cuddly."
The reporter looked at me like I was crazy and snidely replied "Bambi is a man."
I paused for a moment. I had never thought of Bambi as being a dude. But my thinking was interrupted when he asked me another question.
"Why did you decide to work here as a showgirl?" the reporter asked.
"Well, I had been looking for a job to earn some cash to pay off college and other things. I asked my friend and she said she knew someone that worked here as a showgirl and that the job made great money. I figured since I was a good dancer that it would be a great opportunity for me. So, I left for Las Vegas, auditioned, got the job and in a year I became the youngest ever to join the larger professional group." I responded almost out of breath. I have a tendency to speak fast when I'm nervous or had too much to drink.
"So, you get a lot of money" the reporter questioned
"Yeah I do, but it is usually mostly from the favors I do for men or when I dance around the men and they stick money in my outfit." He looked at me weird so I decided to show him and I pulled up dress showing off my lacy underwear.
His mouth dropped a bit but he quickly recovered and said "Favors?"
I smiled and explained "When I walk around the audience men give me there names and I give them a time to come see me. Then when it is their turn come to my room I give them a form to fill out asking them what they want to do and what they want me to wear. After they fill out the form they get an hour or two to sleep with me and before they go they go they leave me money for my wonderful services."
This time the reported glared at me, coughed a bit to relieve the tension and then asked "Do you have any other aspirations…you do know what that big word means right?
I was offended. How dare he think I was some bimbo! "Yes, I know what aspirations means. For your information I went to college.
"You went to college?"The reporter asked as he held back his laughter
Now he was really pissing me off "Yes my mom wants me to be a lawyer like my two sisters or a head surgeon like my dad or even a well known an author like she is."
"Your mom is an author?"
"She writes travel books and every time she writes a new one she sends it to me to read." I moaned
The reporter looked puzzled and mentioned "You read?"
"Yes I read!" I yipped at the annoying man and pulled out a book "I even brought a book with me to this interview."
"That's a romance novel." He informed me
"I know what type of book it is. These stories give me ideas on how to please men. Can we wrap this up? I have to get to my 3 o clock guy." I told the reporter
He hesitated but soon replied "Sure can we meet later."
"Alright let's see when I'm free." I stated as I pull out my calendar and flip through it, "Joe, David, John, Bryce, Edward… oh tomorrow at three I have a cancelation. Does that time work for you?"
He nodded in agreement then shook my hand and left the room.
Wow that reporter is so cute. But he wouldn't stop talking. I hope he doesn't write a bad article. It's just so difficult to concentrate when I'm in front of a good looking guy. Oh, well. I guess I should go find Funk.
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