~"Well, I have a job interview tomorrow morning, so I have to go to bed. Night, guys," she said, heading up the stairs.
"Really, where?" Piper asked.
"Lucky's."
"Oh."
A few moments passed before Prue spoke up. "Wait, Piper, isn't Lucky's the strip club on Harem Street downtown?"
"Oh, my God, it is. Prue, you do realize why she's doing this, don't you? This is because of Cole, which really means that this is because of us. What have we done to our sister?"~
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Phoebe woke up the next morning around nine o' clock. She took her shower and went to her closet to find something to wear. She had to impress the manager of the club if she wanted to get this job. She grabbed her leather rhinestone-studded tank top and a red glitter mini skirt. She realized her sisters weren't up yet and went downstairs, grabbed Prue's keys off the stand without even asking, and drove downtown. Her appointment for the interview was at noon, so she went to Timeless Image Tattoo Studio. She had been dying to get a tattoo ever since she got back from New York and decided this was the perfect moment.
"Can I help you, miss?" the man at the counter asked.
"I want to get a sun that looks like this," she said. She pulled out a piece of paper that she had drawn a sun on. The sun was yellow with red wavy rays. "Will that be possible?"
"It will cost extra for personal touches."
"No problem. How much?" she asked.
"Seventy-five."
"Done," she said, without hesitation.
"Where do you want it?" he asked.
"Left shoulder."
She felt no pain and easily paid the seventy-five dollars for the tattoo. She walked out of the studio without so much as a thank you and walked with much more confidence to her car. She drove to the club and walked in, only to meet with a bouncer.
"I'm here for an interview for the job opening," she said.
"I figured. Go on." The bouncer let her in, and she walked to the manager's office and sat down.
"You must be Phoebe Halliwell," he said.
"Yes, we spoke on the phone."
"Yeah. Stand up." She did so. "Turn around." Again, she obliged. "You got the job. You work every day of the week except Sundays from 9 PM to 5 AM. Pay is $15.75 and hour, and you keep all in tips. Do not complain to me if you are sexually harassed because you should have been aware of that when you applied for the job. I am not responsible for where the customers put their hands during lap dances. You can start tomorrow, and I will introduce you to Mandi, one of our more experienced dancers. You have your own wardrobe, but you may also bring things in from home. I hope you enjoy yourself here."
"Thank you, sir."
"Come on, I will show you to your dressing room." He led her into a back room that had one wall covered in mirrors. There were counters covered in makeup, and he led her to her dressing room. "This is for your use only. The other girls have their clothes, you have yours. All wardrobes are identical, except for things brought in. Mandi is over here." He led her to another dressing room where she was faced with a girl that was her height and had blonde highlighted hair and blue eyes. She could see why he had hired her. She was gorgeous.
"Mandi, baby!" He greeted her with a kiss on each cheek. "This is Phoebe, she's our new recruit. I told her you'd show her the ropes. She'll be working with you during your shift."
"Ok, honey. We're still on for tonight, right?"
"Only if you're a good girl," he said, smirking.
The manager left, leaving Phoebe with Mandi.
"Well, what do I have to know?" Phoebe asked.
"Basically, you just have to know where everything is. Also, know that you need to be able to change in less than ten seconds. Personally, my customers know that their hands stay by their sides when their getting lap dances, or else Josh would get mad at me."
"Who's Josh?"
"The manager. He's my honey, so keep your hands off him," she said.
"Okay. So, you wanna give me the tour?"
"Out here are the poles. Before you get on them, you must inform the DJ of the songs you wish to dance to. I usually pick around 150, most of which are on the same CD. I suggest picking songs that have good rhythms and no slow songs. I let everyone take clothes out of my dressing room, so if something in yours isn't fitting your mood, come to me. I'll let you borrow whatever you want. Also, all makeup is basically up for grabs. Anyone and everyone uses it. That's really all you need to know, so I'll see you tomorrow night."
With that, Mandi turned and left, and Phoebe walked out to her car. She just about ran into someone, and without looking up she mumbled, ''Sorry."
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'This had better work as much as I want it to,' she thought. She was in the car driving toward home and grabbed her cell phone. She dialed Daryl's number at the station, and he picked up after the third ring.
"San Francisco Police, how can I help you?"
"Daryl, it's me," Phoebe said.
"Phoebe? Is there something wrong?"
"No, I just wondered if Cole came in this morning."
"Yes, he did, but he's in court right now, do you want me to give him a message?"
"Can you have him meet me at Lucky's tomorrow night? I won't be outside, but he will see me in the club. Will you do that for me?"
"Lucky's? Isn't that the strip club on Harem Street?"
"Yeah," she said, "I just got a job there, and I need him to meet me. But I need you to do something else. Cole has forgotten who I am. It's like he never even met me. So, suggest that you two come here tomorrow night, and make sure that you introduce me to him. Please?"
"Do you think a demon did this?"
"I don't know, but until I find out, I just need to play it like I don't know him, either."
"I'll see what I can do. Bye, Phoebe."
"Bye."
She closed the phone and drove back home, only to be greeted by two angry faces.
"Here are your keys, Prue," she said, tossing the keys to her sister.
"Did you get the job?" Piper asked.
"Yeah, I start tomorrow night. And the pay is awesome."
"Phoebe, are you sure this is what you want to do?" Prue asked, "I mean, if this is about what happened with Cole--"
Phoebe interrupted her, "Who's Cole?"
Phoebe walked up the stairs to her bedroom and shut the door, leaving her sisters confused.
"Really, where?" Piper asked.
"Lucky's."
"Oh."
A few moments passed before Prue spoke up. "Wait, Piper, isn't Lucky's the strip club on Harem Street downtown?"
"Oh, my God, it is. Prue, you do realize why she's doing this, don't you? This is because of Cole, which really means that this is because of us. What have we done to our sister?"~
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Phoebe woke up the next morning around nine o' clock. She took her shower and went to her closet to find something to wear. She had to impress the manager of the club if she wanted to get this job. She grabbed her leather rhinestone-studded tank top and a red glitter mini skirt. She realized her sisters weren't up yet and went downstairs, grabbed Prue's keys off the stand without even asking, and drove downtown. Her appointment for the interview was at noon, so she went to Timeless Image Tattoo Studio. She had been dying to get a tattoo ever since she got back from New York and decided this was the perfect moment.
"Can I help you, miss?" the man at the counter asked.
"I want to get a sun that looks like this," she said. She pulled out a piece of paper that she had drawn a sun on. The sun was yellow with red wavy rays. "Will that be possible?"
"It will cost extra for personal touches."
"No problem. How much?" she asked.
"Seventy-five."
"Done," she said, without hesitation.
"Where do you want it?" he asked.
"Left shoulder."
She felt no pain and easily paid the seventy-five dollars for the tattoo. She walked out of the studio without so much as a thank you and walked with much more confidence to her car. She drove to the club and walked in, only to meet with a bouncer.
"I'm here for an interview for the job opening," she said.
"I figured. Go on." The bouncer let her in, and she walked to the manager's office and sat down.
"You must be Phoebe Halliwell," he said.
"Yes, we spoke on the phone."
"Yeah. Stand up." She did so. "Turn around." Again, she obliged. "You got the job. You work every day of the week except Sundays from 9 PM to 5 AM. Pay is $15.75 and hour, and you keep all in tips. Do not complain to me if you are sexually harassed because you should have been aware of that when you applied for the job. I am not responsible for where the customers put their hands during lap dances. You can start tomorrow, and I will introduce you to Mandi, one of our more experienced dancers. You have your own wardrobe, but you may also bring things in from home. I hope you enjoy yourself here."
"Thank you, sir."
"Come on, I will show you to your dressing room." He led her into a back room that had one wall covered in mirrors. There were counters covered in makeup, and he led her to her dressing room. "This is for your use only. The other girls have their clothes, you have yours. All wardrobes are identical, except for things brought in. Mandi is over here." He led her to another dressing room where she was faced with a girl that was her height and had blonde highlighted hair and blue eyes. She could see why he had hired her. She was gorgeous.
"Mandi, baby!" He greeted her with a kiss on each cheek. "This is Phoebe, she's our new recruit. I told her you'd show her the ropes. She'll be working with you during your shift."
"Ok, honey. We're still on for tonight, right?"
"Only if you're a good girl," he said, smirking.
The manager left, leaving Phoebe with Mandi.
"Well, what do I have to know?" Phoebe asked.
"Basically, you just have to know where everything is. Also, know that you need to be able to change in less than ten seconds. Personally, my customers know that their hands stay by their sides when their getting lap dances, or else Josh would get mad at me."
"Who's Josh?"
"The manager. He's my honey, so keep your hands off him," she said.
"Okay. So, you wanna give me the tour?"
"Out here are the poles. Before you get on them, you must inform the DJ of the songs you wish to dance to. I usually pick around 150, most of which are on the same CD. I suggest picking songs that have good rhythms and no slow songs. I let everyone take clothes out of my dressing room, so if something in yours isn't fitting your mood, come to me. I'll let you borrow whatever you want. Also, all makeup is basically up for grabs. Anyone and everyone uses it. That's really all you need to know, so I'll see you tomorrow night."
With that, Mandi turned and left, and Phoebe walked out to her car. She just about ran into someone, and without looking up she mumbled, ''Sorry."
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'This had better work as much as I want it to,' she thought. She was in the car driving toward home and grabbed her cell phone. She dialed Daryl's number at the station, and he picked up after the third ring.
"San Francisco Police, how can I help you?"
"Daryl, it's me," Phoebe said.
"Phoebe? Is there something wrong?"
"No, I just wondered if Cole came in this morning."
"Yes, he did, but he's in court right now, do you want me to give him a message?"
"Can you have him meet me at Lucky's tomorrow night? I won't be outside, but he will see me in the club. Will you do that for me?"
"Lucky's? Isn't that the strip club on Harem Street?"
"Yeah," she said, "I just got a job there, and I need him to meet me. But I need you to do something else. Cole has forgotten who I am. It's like he never even met me. So, suggest that you two come here tomorrow night, and make sure that you introduce me to him. Please?"
"Do you think a demon did this?"
"I don't know, but until I find out, I just need to play it like I don't know him, either."
"I'll see what I can do. Bye, Phoebe."
"Bye."
She closed the phone and drove back home, only to be greeted by two angry faces.
"Here are your keys, Prue," she said, tossing the keys to her sister.
"Did you get the job?" Piper asked.
"Yeah, I start tomorrow night. And the pay is awesome."
"Phoebe, are you sure this is what you want to do?" Prue asked, "I mean, if this is about what happened with Cole--"
Phoebe interrupted her, "Who's Cole?"
Phoebe walked up the stairs to her bedroom and shut the door, leaving her sisters confused.