This is where stuff starts getting interesting.
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I made it to NoDoNoPa. My outfit is complete as I walk out the coffee shop. As I walk closer to Vatican, I see the neon sign grow bigger and bigger. My heart is pounding in my chest and I have this sudden feeling that I need to take a major dump. I know it's stage fright: I get like this every time I have to give a presentation at school. But this is huge. This could earn me over a hundred thousand dollars by the time I graduate. That's more than enough to travel to a bunch of places once I'll be done with high school.
I finally stand before the place that would make the difference between a dream and a nightmare. If I get hired, I'll leave South Park with enough money to last me years. If I ask my cousin Kyle to invest it, I'll be set for even longer. Sorry, it's a Jew thing.
I am greeted by a tall and bulky blond dude carrying a paper pad and a pen. A walkie-talkie is clipped to his belt. He surely is a bouncer and his nametag read Mike.
"Are you on the guest list?" He asks me.
"I have an interview with Mr. Paolucci." I nervously reply with a my girly voice.
"What's your name?" He asks as he flips through his list.
"Ivy" I reply as sensually as I could. Please don't judge me: I need this job.
Mike looks at me from head to toe a couple of times with a smirk on his face while grabbing the walkie-talkie from his belt and bringing it close to his mouth.
"Boss, the new girl is here." He says while pressing the button.
"Thank you, Mike." I say with a smile on my face.
"No problem sweetie. The boss is going to love what he sees." He says as he winks at me.
Mike is fucking hot, but that last comment was a little too creepy for my liking. I giggle nervously when an older man with big bifocal glasses, I'd say in his mid-fifties, comes out of the door. Whatever hair he has left is mostly white and he's wearing a grey suit with a shiny pink shirt. A handkerchief of the same colour and material as his shirt sticks out of front pocket of his Jacket. He looks at me from head to toe before extending his hand out to me.
"Eevee, right? Hallo, my name is-a Tony Paolucci. Nice to met ya." He says with his thick Italian accent.
"The pleasure is mine Mr. Paolucci" I say as I shake his hand.
"Pleasa, call me Tony! Come ina! Come ina!"
He leads me in and shows me around. The place is divided into two sections: the ground level is the lounge and upstairs is the night club.
The lounge is decorated tastefully with black and white photographs as well as abstract paintings on the rich brown walls that complement the mahogany furniture. There are rows of booths along the wall and small tables with chairs in the middle of the room. At the center of each table, there's a candle and a tiny little vase containing a single red rose. The burgundy upholstery on the chairs and booths together with the dim lighting make the place very welcoming. The back wall is a giant mirror and along it, a huge, magnificent mahogany bar with velvet burgundy stools stands out. The bar is complete with many racks placed on top of it holding glasses of all shapes and sizes upside down by the foot. The bottles of alcohol are separated by type and are placed on shelves along the mirror wall. A small stage is set up in front of the wall opposite to the bar near the entrance with a microphone and a podium. Luscious burgundy velvet drapes and crystal chandeliers emitting dim light make the room complete. Both the patrons and the staff are all extremely well dressed. This is probably the classiest place I've ever seen in my life.
The night club section on the second floor was not as refined as the lounge. There is a small black bar along each wall of the room, except along the wall with the entrance. It seems roomier, but then again, there are only four booths and a few high tables close to each bar. There's a huge delimited circle in the middle of the room with the Vatican logo: It's a spinning dance floor. The black walls are carpeted and the windows are fully covered by thick black drapes. Despite the fact that the ceiling is covered with white Christmas lights, this room is much darker and much louder than the lounge. The patrons in this room are dressed a little more casually than downstairs, but the female staff members are dressed in more revealing clothes.
I hope I end up working in the lounge: not only is it nicer, but I can't pull off wearing revealing clothing without shaving my chest. Shaving my chest on top my armpits and legs would just suck.
After the tour, Tony and I make our way to his office which is located on the ground floor, right across from the staircase.
He explains that the club is only opened Thursday to Saturday. On the other end, the lounge is opened is opened Wednesday to Sunday. The shot girl shift is from eleven thirty to three in the morning. The job consisted of walking around with a belt that holds two liquor bottles and a tray with glasses and ask the patrons if they want to buy a shot. If I sell a lot of bottles, I get a spiff: Tony says that the more booze I sell in a week, the bigger the reward: it could be extra cash, jewelry, clothes and even "more exotic things"... I wonder what he means by that. He also adds that if someone buys me a shot, I am obliged to drink it with them and I am to engage in light conversation with the patron, but I am not allowed to give someone a free drink. If I do, I have to pay from my pocket.
He continues by saying that he was looking for someone to work in the lounge. That was just what I wanted to hear. He adds that the lounge has different themes every night.
Wednesday is ladies night: ladies get a fifty percent discount on their drinks and both the staff and female patrons get a goody bag filled with cosmetic samples or gift vouchers.
Apparently, ladies night is the busiest night of the week: a lot of women come in for the perks, and a bunch of men go there for the women. Everyone wins. Vatican also makes money from the sponsors who provide the goodies.
Thursday is karaoke night: the shot girls each sing a song. The Patrons then vote for the winner and then bid money to spend the rest of the night with her. That shot girl will be relieved from her shift, but gets to take home seventy-five percent of the money that was bid on her.
What? Wait! We are Thursday night! Please don't make me sing yet...
Friday is dancing night: they move the tables and create a dance floor as a DJ rocks music and the shot girls perform a little dance. As in karaoke night, patrons get to vote for a shot girl and then bid. Once the winner is selected, the highest bidder buys a shot girl. She was relieved from her shift, but had to share at least once dance from the bidder, and spend the rest of the night with them. Once again, she would take home seventy-five percent of the pool.
Saturday night is band night: Patrons were charged a fee at the door and the entertainment was provided by a live band. The band would select a shot girl to be at their disposition. If you are chose, you make a thousand dollars automatically plus whatever tip the bad gives you.
Sunday is improvisation night: the staff was divided in two teams: The red and the blue. Each team is given a topic and has to improvise a skit. Patrons would vote by waving a blue or red card according to which skit they preferred. The members of the winning team would get a prize of their choice from a preset list.
Holy crap! I'm going to be rich! These are awesome perks.
"Thank you very much for this opportunity Tony. I won't disappoint you."
"No! thanka you Eevee. Now go to da Lounge and go see da barmaid: her name is Lola. She'll get ya started. Don't forget to pick a song from da list. It'sa karaoke night."
Crap! He's going to make me sing.
I am greeted by a gorgeous raven haired girl once I get to the bar. She is a carbon copy to Uma Thurman in pulp fiction. She wears a short, skin tight black dress with long sleeves and a pair of black varnished stilettos. She is honestly the best looking girl I've ever seen in my life. If I were straight, I'd totally have a boner for her. Her face seems to be sculpted in marble: she has large hazel eyes and her skin is milky white. She's also the thinnest girl I've ever met.
"Hi! Welcome to Vatican. You must be the new girl!"
"Hi. Yes! My name is Ivy, are you Lola?"
"No, Lola is over there." She points at a girl mixing drinks behind the bar.
"My name is Mia. It's a pleasure to meet you. You'll see, this place is great." She adds with a smile, extending her hand which I shake.
"Likewise."
I walk over to Lola. She's a curvy platinum blond with shoulder length curls and piercing blue eyes. The red dress she wears is so revealing that I'm expecting her tits to jump in my face any second now. She looks in my direction and introduces herself.
"Hi! I'm Lola. You're Eevee, right?" she asks.
"Uh, it's actually Ivy. It's nice to meet you Lola."
She giggles.
"I'm sorry Ivy. I should have known: the old man has the thickest accent I've ever heard. Listen, let me finish this order and I'll give you the run down. It's simple, really. Did you pick your song? The list and sign up sheet are on the podium, on the stage. Go pick your song and then come back, OK?"
I nod and make my way to the stage. I look around myself and see that the place is getting crowded. I stand behind the podium and look at the list. I will need to take a picture of it so I can learn some of these: If I get the highest bids, I could make a shit ton of money. Right now, the only song I know well enough on this list is Take a bow by Madonna. It's my mom's favourite song, so I've heard it a million times. I check the sign up sheet and no one took it. I write down my selection and start making my way back to the bar when I spot him.
Eric Theodore Cartman.
My blood freezes in my veins and I feel a sudden rush of nausea. What the fuck is the fat ass Nazi doing here? He's sitting at one of the small tables and is staring at me with wide eyes. He looks like he just saw a ghost. Our eyes meet. Fuck! He probably recognized me! I feel a rush of blood to my cheeks, hell, to my whole face. I am so screwed! I break the staring contest by glancing towards the entrance but I know damn well that making a run for it would be futile. I just want to crawl in a hole and die.
"Eevee! Coma! I want you to meeta someone" It's Tony Paolucci.
I snap out of it. Tony is signalling me to follow him. I comply, forcing my body to move. He walks over to none other than Cartman's table. My heart is pounding hard in my chest and my palms are becoming sweaty. Cartman looks at me with a smirk.
"Well I'll be damned Paolucci! I know you only went for the pretty ones, but this time you've clearly outdone yourself." Cartman says, raising an eyebrow and nodding. His voice is the most sensual thing I've ever heard.
What the fuck did I just listen to? He turns his head towards me.
"My name is Eric Cartman. What's your name?" He adds, his hazel eyes staring into my own.
He extends his hand to me.
"I'm Ivy."
I extend my hand to his, expecting a handshake. Instead he takes it and brings it to his mouth while staring at me dead in the eyes. My ears are ringing and I suddenly feel burning hot as a million butterflies swarm my stomach. That took my breath away.
"I'm charmed." He says, slowly releasing my hand, his voice even more sensual than before.
He looks so hot.
What the fuck did I just think?
"Uh, likewise Mr. Cartman. Excuse me: Lola is waiting for me at the bar." I force myself to say.
"Well, I'll see you around Ivy. Oh, and please call me Eric." He replies.
I walk over to the bar as quickly as I can. What the fuck just happened? Logically, it could be one of two things: Cartman had recognized me and would blackmail the shit out of me or he didn't recognize me and was being polite or something. I quickly glance back: Cartman is whispering something into my boss' ear. On the inside, I am shaking.
As I arrive behind the bar I see the whole staff including Lola and Mia is there waiting for me and Lola looks at me with a wide grin. She is holding the belt that carries the bottles. I notice Mia is wearing a belt: she must also be a shotgirl
"Alright, let's get you set up and give you the run down. Your two bottles will be Glenfiddich 12 years and Gray Goose for tonight. You will go from table to table and ask the customers if they'd like to buy a shot. The scotch is ten dollars a pop and the vodka is 7 dollars. Clients are not allowed to touch you inappropriately: if someone creeps you out, you go to Mike or Tony right away and they'll take care of it."
She straps the belt around me and puts in the two bottles.
"The fanny pack between your bottles contains a hundred and fifty dollars in small bills and change. The second one of your bottles is empty or you run out of change, you come to me and I'll help you out. Girls, introduce yourselves to Ivy. I have drinks to mix."
Lola walks away and another girl with long brown hair and eyes walks up to me and starts hugging me. She's the lovey dovey type, it shows right away.
"Hi sugar. I'm Ashley. I've been a waitress here for three years now. I'm so looking forward to work with you and to know you better. You'll see, this place rocks."
The second girl that comes up to greet me has a blond asymmetrical haircut and dark blue eyes. She is wearing a sheer dress with black shorts that hide her underwear, but you can clearly see the black silky bra underneath the dress.
"Hi! I'm Chastity and I'm a shot girl like you. If you ever need any help, don't be afraid to ask." She says extending her hand to shake mine.
The next girl that greets me is another brunette with brown eyes rocking a pixie cut. She kind of looks like Emma Watson. She grabs my two hands and pulls me in, planting kisses on both my cheeks.
"Welcome to Vatican, gorgeous. My name is Christa. I'm also a shot girl. I have a feeling you will fit right in, hun." She says, still holding my hands.
As Christa releases me hand, a familiar face shows up. It's Mia and she is wearing a belt too: she must be another shot girl. he pulls me in for a hug.
"I know we already introduced ourselves, but I wanted to wish you the best of luck, Ivy."
The last girl that walks up has orange hair, blue eyes and a bunch of freckles. She's actually really cute. She's a full fledged ginger. Unlike the other ones, she isn't smiling at all and she looks irritated.
"I'm Annie. I'm a shot girl." She says, looking the other way.
"Excuse me?" I reply, clearly phased by her rudeness.
"Alright ladies, are you ready?" Ashley let's out, disregarding Annie's rudeness.
"Yeah!" They all reply in unison, clearly not noticing my silence.
"Let's get this party started!" Ashley exclaimed, raising her hands into the air.
Stay tuned for the Karaoke competition.