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Emily walked down the street, feeling good about herself but also extremely nervous. She had finished editing her resume and had a small stack of copies in her bright yellow purse. The red head moved to the stores she had thought of earlier, along with a few she hadn't even considered. She had impressed more than a few managers and store owners with her dress, her personality, and her well written resume. Emily had even managed to set up a few first interviews for the next day. She pulled out her planner and jotted down the times and store names, making sure not to double book herself.

Her footfalls brought her to a café that would change into a bar and lounge once the sun went down. Her shoulders shrugged slightly as she walked inside. Even though the sun was still high in the sky it was dimly lit with music playing softly in the background. It caused a shiver to run down her spine. The red head walked to the counter, and as she had done with all the other establishments, she asked to speak to the manager. The polite man smiled her way and informed her that he was the owner. "Are you hiring, sir?"

His voice was like velvet as he replied. "Depends, what kind of a position are you looking for?" The café owner's gray eyes took in the young woman's form, appreciating every curve.

Emily felt a bit awkward. She could feel his gaze moving up, down, and around her body. "What positions do you have available?" the red head answered/asked shyly.

"I think I have quite a few spots available for a girl like you." He waived his hand for her to come to the end of the counter and the red head slowly moved as he had indicated. "Have you ever served drinks before, you know, alcohol?" When her head shook from side to side he smiled lightly, "Well, we can fix that in no time. Come by here around 9 and I'll show you around. Try to wear something a little more revealing… you'll get better tips from the patrons that way."

The younger twin didn't exactly know how to respond. Her shoulders tried to shrug, but her head nodded. She really needed a job, and being able to come by later to check things out was something she was kind of looking forward to.


The blond had stayed in bed for an hour after her lover left before slowly making her way from under the warm duvet. She stretched, arching her arms over her head and leaning backwards. A few pops became audible as her spine settled into place. She felt bad for what Emily was forced to do because she was gay… because she chose to be with her. A slight sigh slipped between her lips as she started to dress herself, putting on some stockings along with a knee length skirt and a long sleeved plaid top. Naomi had just finished some shoes on when her phone vibrated and made a chirping sound, indicating she had received a text message.

'Got a few interviews set up for tomorrow and also one tonight. I love you.'

The blond couldn't keep a smile from forming on her lips as she typed her reply, 'that's wonderful, babe. An interview at night? Where is this at?' Something just didn't feel right. What kind of establishment held interviews in the evening, after dark? A bit of a chill ran down her spine before she finished the text, 'It's not a strip club, is it?' Naomi read it over before pressing send.

Naomi's foot started to tap impatiently on the ground as she stared at the phone, waiting for Emily's reply. It seemed to take forever, and the moment it started to buzz, she hit the button to read her lover's reply.

'And if it was, would you come perv on me?'

The blond knew it was a joke, or at least she hoped it was. She couldn't help herself from swallowing a lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. The thin blond wasn't quite sure how to reply without sounding like the jealous girlfriend. Her thumb hit the reply button before she started to feverishly type, 'I'd be arrested, Ems, for kicking everyone's ass in the entire place. I'd be hindering you from getting any tips. You're not seriously going to strip, are you?'

'No. It is a bar though. The owner asked me to dress… showing a little more skin. Think you'd like to meet me to go shopping?'

The more and more she found out about this job, the less and less she liked it for her girlfriend. None-the-less, she wanted to support her. 'Sure, meet you in 10,' was the short reply. The blond could feel her stomach churning over, and she nearly ran to the toilets to throw up. This wasn't right, not for her Emily.


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