Chapter One
Mimi sat the tray of shots down on the counter. She seductively winked at the guy who had just slipped her a twenty-dollar tip for just one shot. She knew it must have been her outfit. Every time she wore her "bada bing" outfit, as her boss, Andi, so blatantly put it, she got bigger tips.
Mimi had been out of Salem for nearly two years; now nearly nineteen and in college. It was more expensive then she thought it would ever be, so she had to take up several part-time jobs to pay her tuition. Five months ago she started working as a bartender at New York City's biggest strip club, The Stink Finger. Mimi didn't dance and she had no desire to. She was happy serving drinks. Sure, the pay was less than desired, but it more than made up in the tips.
"Hey, Meems," Andi called from the other side of the counted.
"Yeah?" Mimi answered serving drinks to the men seated at the bar.
"Can I talk to you really quick?" Andi asked taking a wad of dollar bills from a drunken man seated at the bar.
"Sure," she replied looking down at her hand watch, "but my shift ends in a few minutes."
"I know," Andi said, "but I need to talk to you tonight."
"All right," Mimi replied.
"Meet me in the back in five minutes."
"Fine."
Jason looked out of the giant window in his office. As soon as he finished highschool, his father had given him a job at his company offices in New York City. He never had the chance to attend college, and yet, here he was, head of one of the countries biggest companies.
He had enough money to buy anything he wanted, but that wasn't enough. He had let the only thing worth while in his life slip through his fingers. He closed his eyes and the memories flooded back to his mind.
He stepped back from the window and sat back down at his desk, it was then that he realized he still had the splitting migraine that he had had all evening. He picked up his glass of scotch and pulled out a bottle of Aspirin from desk. He opened up the bottle and poured two pills into the palm of his hand and put them into his mouth, then he picked up his glass and washed down the pills with the scotch.
He pushed the memories to the back of his mind and went on with his work.
"You want me to what?" Mimi asked, outraged.
"I need you to strip tomorrow night. One of my girls called in sick and I need a replacement." Andi said. "You were the only one I thought could do the job. I'm not taking no for an answer."
"I can't strip. I'd be too embarrassed. I refuse to!"
"If you don't strip, then you'll loose your job. Besides, Mimi, you'll make triple what you make plus more tips," Andi argued.
"If I don't, then I'll be fired?" Mimi asked.
"Yep. What is it then? Are you going to strip?"
"I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?"
Mimi sat the tray of shots down on the counter. She seductively winked at the guy who had just slipped her a twenty-dollar tip for just one shot. She knew it must have been her outfit. Every time she wore her "bada bing" outfit, as her boss, Andi, so blatantly put it, she got bigger tips.
Mimi had been out of Salem for nearly two years; now nearly nineteen and in college. It was more expensive then she thought it would ever be, so she had to take up several part-time jobs to pay her tuition. Five months ago she started working as a bartender at New York City's biggest strip club, The Stink Finger. Mimi didn't dance and she had no desire to. She was happy serving drinks. Sure, the pay was less than desired, but it more than made up in the tips.
"Hey, Meems," Andi called from the other side of the counted.
"Yeah?" Mimi answered serving drinks to the men seated at the bar.
"Can I talk to you really quick?" Andi asked taking a wad of dollar bills from a drunken man seated at the bar.
"Sure," she replied looking down at her hand watch, "but my shift ends in a few minutes."
"I know," Andi said, "but I need to talk to you tonight."
"All right," Mimi replied.
"Meet me in the back in five minutes."
"Fine."
Jason looked out of the giant window in his office. As soon as he finished highschool, his father had given him a job at his company offices in New York City. He never had the chance to attend college, and yet, here he was, head of one of the countries biggest companies.
He had enough money to buy anything he wanted, but that wasn't enough. He had let the only thing worth while in his life slip through his fingers. He closed his eyes and the memories flooded back to his mind.
He stepped back from the window and sat back down at his desk, it was then that he realized he still had the splitting migraine that he had had all evening. He picked up his glass of scotch and pulled out a bottle of Aspirin from desk. He opened up the bottle and poured two pills into the palm of his hand and put them into his mouth, then he picked up his glass and washed down the pills with the scotch.
He pushed the memories to the back of his mind and went on with his work.
"You want me to what?" Mimi asked, outraged.
"I need you to strip tomorrow night. One of my girls called in sick and I need a replacement." Andi said. "You were the only one I thought could do the job. I'm not taking no for an answer."
"I can't strip. I'd be too embarrassed. I refuse to!"
"If you don't strip, then you'll loose your job. Besides, Mimi, you'll make triple what you make plus more tips," Andi argued.
"If I don't, then I'll be fired?" Mimi asked.
"Yep. What is it then? Are you going to strip?"
"I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?"