I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS (JACE, CLARY, ISABELLE, ALEC, ETC.) CASSANDRA CLARE OWNS THEM!
A/N: So I decided to add another chapter before I went to sleep. PLEASE REVIEW! I love to know what you guys think of the story.
Chapter 1:
CLARY POV
It had been a month since Clary arrived in New York City. Clary loved her life here. Simon and Jordan were kind and amazing towards her situation. She had even befriended Maia, who was at the apartment all of the time. There was only one problem with her life; she had no job. Clary relentlessly searched each day, but not a single place had called her back. Still, that morning, Clary rose and dressed for more job searching.
Clary walked along the streets in her light pink pencil skirt, a white button up blouse, a thin black belt, a black blazer, and black pumps. She silently praised that Maia had offered Clary some clothes and shoes for job hunting. Yet, her she was. After another day of job-hunting, she was empty handed. She decided to take a back street on the way back to the apartment; and avoid telling the bad news yet again.
There, on Angel Street, was a giant red sign that read 'HELP WANTED'. Clary was almost in tears at the sign. She glanced at the building sign to see where she could hopefully steal a job. It was called Angels and Demons Gentlemen's Club. Clary was shocked and repulsed at first. There was no way she would be a pole dancer. But, her need of money overcame her sense of reluctance.
Before stepping inside, Clary took a deep breath. She needed this job, and badly. After her living expenses, Clary only had 30 dollars to her name. The smell of cheap perfume and smoke hit Clary like a wall. Once adjusted, Clary headed over to the bar. She avoided looking at the girls twirling around on the black-lighted stage. The barman was leaning in toward a girl, a dancer no doubt, and they were shamelessly making out in front of all the people.
She approached them, and cleared her throat.
"Excuse me?" She asked. The blonde haired man pulled away with a groan. Their eyes locked. Gold meeting green. He was alluring to say the least. The golden hair and eyes were matching. His tee shirt clung to his tanned and toned muscles. Clary peeled her eyes from his chest to meet his smirking expression.
"I would like to speak to the owner." Clary said as confidently as she could. She just got eye fucking someone after all.
"I am one. What can I do for you, Red?" He winked as the nickname rolled of his tongue.
Clary held her tongue and met his smile. "Well, I am looking for a job." She said.
A man with brown, almost black, hair and piercing blue eyes approached them. He was also alluring, but Clary caught an unusual vibe from him.
"Do you have any dance experience?" The man with blue eyes asked.
"I have a little, but I am a hard worker. I am really desperate for a job. I can do this." Clary said. She new begging was beneath her, but Clary was out of luck, and she desperately needed some.
"Ahh," The dancer who was sitting in a stool and kissing the blonde, cooed. "Did Daddy take away your precious Prada bag?" She said coolly. This pissed Clary off. She had been through this before, with other job interviews. Everyone assumed that she was some desperate teenager in need of a damn designer bag.
"Actually, I am an orphan who just ran away from her abusive husband. And this orphan needs money for a lawyer to divorce his ass. Now if you have anymore bitchy comments I suggest you take them elsewhere." Clary said. She returned her attention to the two young men, only to have them staring at her wide-eyed. She winced internally. She was so not getting the job now.
"Well, she can definitely handle herself." The man with the blue eyes said, laughing.
"Izzy, come here. We have a new dancer." The blonde said. Clary looked between them with excitement in her eyes. She got hired! She finally got a job.
Clary turned to meet a gorgeous black haired and blue-eyed woman. She had confidence and sex appeal practically rolling off her body. She was dressed in a black corset, matching underwear, and black high heels. She was obviously a dancer, and the sibling of the blue-eyed man.
"I am Isabelle. But, you can call me Izzy." She said with a kind smile. "So you have dance experience?" Izzy asked. Clary was about to answer when the blonde man did for her.
"A little, but she will be fine. She has heavenly body with fiery red hair. Every guys wet dream." The blonde said. Clary was appalled by his arrogant demeanor, but had to just smile in reply.
"Jace, don't be an asshole." Izzy snapped and gave her an apologetic smile.
"I am Alec. That's Jace, and obviously Izzy. We own the place together. You start tomorrow. Be here at 2 in the afternoon. Izzy will teach you dances and get you ready for the night shift. Your regular shift starts at 8 pm." The blue-eyed man, Alec, said.
"Wear something comfortable, and bring some heels." Izzy said to Clary. After goodbyes, Clary left the club in a daze. She finally had a job. Of course, pole dancer wasn't the best option. But, it was something. Clary hurried off to tell her friends that she finally had a job. As she reached the apartment, Clary began to feel nervous. What if they judged her for her job? What if they called her a whore? Clary decided to avoid the pole dancer title, and lie a little.
Clary burst open the door. Simon and Jordan were playing video games, while Maia was eating pizza on the couch.
"You guys are now looking at an employed woman." Clary squealed in excitement. They all congratulated her and hugged her.
"So where are you working?" Maia asked. Clary calmed herself and told herself it was no big deal to lie.
"Just as a waitress at a small bar." Clary said easily. No one pressed farther on the subject.
After eating, Clary went to the room she shared with Simon. She changed into pj's and got ready for bed. Clary then picked out her clothes for training tomorrow. She picked out yoga pants and a sweater. Clary would also borrow Maia's heels again. Clary was actually excited to start working. She had been mortified by the idea at first, but then she became exhilarated. Being up on stage like that would be a rush of excitement.
As Clary lay in bed that night, she thought of the three owners. She had liked them all enough, except the arrogant blonde. Clary knew Jace was going to get on her nerves. Especially with his bimbo attached to him by the mouth. Though he was attractive, he had an ego the size of the planet. Clary could tell it would be hard to work with him. Yet, there was something completely enchanting about Jace.