You start your daily routine as usual, get out of bed at 6am and head to the bathroom to your bathing routine and then make-up. Once done, you head to the kitchen to start on breakfast.
While cutting up some fruit, you suddenly bust out with laughter that even though you were living in one of the largest hotels in L.A, you never once made use of room service. Your love for cooking and wanting to still feel connected to home getting the better of you.
Thinking of home saddens you at times when you remember your family you had left behind in the need to escape from past mistakes. But then you remember how you were no longer as self-destructive as in the past and you also made a good amount of money in order to ensure that your family lived comfortably at home.
Once done with breakfast you head for the guest bedroom that had been turned into a dressing room. It had been converted into one because you needed the vast space for all your regular clothes, costumes and a make-up station.
The reason for all of this was because you were the main night entertainment for the M.J. You had gotten the job by chance as you were initially going for an interview for the position of finance manager.
It was your sense of style that had gotten the attention of your boss and now close friend, Stevie Evans. Stevie had noticed a rare and unusual attraction in you, one he knew would bring tons of traffic into the M.J.
Your relationship with Stevie was a purely platonic one, Stevie and you saw one another as siblings and he wasn't your type at all. You were into more matured men, ones that were between the ages of forty and fifty-five years of age.
Your taste in men was the reason you had gotten into trouble in the first place and had to finally leave home, as they all were mostly married.
You had made the vow to yourself that never would fall nor get involved with married man again. L.A seemed to be the perfect place for you at that time, there was many unmarried men that fell in your line of taste.
A Year Ago
The day of the interview, you walked into the conference room wearing a black pants-suit, black heels, your orange and brown rooted hair pinned up with black and sliver crystal beaded tong clips.
The interview seemed to being going well, yet your nervousness about your sense of style being a put-off was getting the better of you.
You had unbuttoned your jacket when you sat down, the leather corset you were wearing over your blouse was then visible. It wasn't really what was considered to be fashionable, but you had made it your own uniquely personal style. Being on the more curvaceous side when it came to body types, you felt it kept everything more intact as well as making you feel sexy.
As the interview continued, you made sure to inform Stevie about all your physical traits. You mentioned your tattoos that lined both of your forearms, your multiple ear piercings, as well as the sides of your hair that was shaven but carefully disguised under your side bangs.
You were silently panicking that the truth of your appearance would be the deal breaker in you getting the job. Stevie suddenly out of the blue asked whether you could sing and dance, you were confused but answered yes.
Stevie then informed you that he was quite happy with your interview and would love to offer you the management position.
You then confessed to him that you had been terrified your style had put him off. Stevie then remarked that you were exactly what he had been looking for.
"What do you exactly mean by that?" you stared at him in confusion and that's when Stevie went on to further explain to you...
"You see, Ms Engel- engle" Stevie stutters as he tries to pronouns your last name, admiring your look while silently thinking to himself. She's not reed thin and tall like most of the women in show business and doesn't seem to care to fit in either. She's exactly what the Miramar Junior need to put it on the map.
"You can call me, Y/N or Y/N/N and if we must be professional; Ms. E, will do as Engelbrecht is a mouthful and I'm quite sure everyone else will be doing so as well" you softly chuckle at Stevie's stuttering attempt to say your last name.
Stevie laughs at your response, "you see, Ms. E, the original Miramar Playa back home has your usual showgirls and shows but I want something fresh and unusual for the M.J and by god, you're it! Can I ask you to go downstairs to the dinner-club and perform something for me?"
"Sure thing... lead the way, just give me a few to decide on a piece and to go over it with the band" you answer him.
Your nerves were shot as you followed Stevie downstairs to the dinner-club as this was a make-or-break deal for you.
Deciding on a sexy song, Toyfriend by David Guetta, you remove your jacket, releasing your hair from the clips and step into position, microphone in hand.
Your eyes were down caste as you wait for the beat to start, lifting your eyes upwards in a seductive manner, you then begin to sing...
I see you looking
Yeah, you looking over my way
I wanna leash you up
And put into my cage
Teach you how to touch me baby
How to say my name
Bet you never had nobody to give it
Into to you this way...
You let the song take you over as you seductively dance to the song.
I wanna put you in my closet
I wanna play 'till I'm exhausted
Come, come baby, come be my Toyfriend let me play with you
Come, come baby, come be my Toyfriend 'till I'm through with you
Let me play with you...
Ending the song in character, you flirtatiously smirk as you strike one final seductive pose. The room is then flooded with clapping and cheering, looking ahead, you then notice some of the club stuff was standing at the bar watching you. Chuckling at their response to your performance, you take bow of thanks.
"Perfect! Exactly what I was looking for and more!" Stevie remarks making his way over to you. "You're most definitely hired Ms. E, for both positions. To make it easier for you to handle the work-load, I'd like to offer you an apartment-suite here in the M.J. It will of course be on the top floor, amongst the VIP and our family suites."
Supper excited over the luck you had just struck, you shake Stevie's hand with a huge smile on your face. "Thank you, Mr. Evans. This is far more than what I had expected to get out of today's interview."