i don't know (open)

[emilee kaylyn bonham]

beep!beep!beep!
Emmy groaned and slammed her hand down on her snooze button. She had a hour before work. She told her mom that she was working at the mall but truth be told she was working at a strip club. No one really knew it not even Nate and she was going to keep her little secret until someone finds out. She sigh and got out of her bed. Her brother was at college and her half sister and her dad moved away a long time ago and her mom was at a business trip for three months so Emmy was on her own. She pulled on a t-shirt and some shorts because she wasn't going to be wearing them that long.

Emmy grabbed her car keys and hopped into her old car. She forced her car to trudge down the road to the NYC Gentleman's Club. When she got there she locked her car and walked inside. The place wasn't open yet and it was her night to be a waiter. She walked into her dressing room and stripped down into she had nothing on. She walked over to her closet and looked for her red skimpy bra and panties. She slipped them on and forced on her red heels. The place had five minutes before it opened. Emmy walked over to the counter and took her tray and waited for the place to open hoping that she wouldn't see anyone she knew.

[grace cassadee mathews]

Grace hurried down the city sidewalk. Her bare arms were cold in the evening air. She couldn't believe what she was doing. Was she really about to interview for a job at a strip club? She couldn't believe how low she'd sink for money. Grace needed the job, she needed the money. She was having a hard time paying her rent, and the club was the only place that might hire her. She was hardly comfortable changing gym clothes in front of people- how on earth was she going to prance around in skimpy clothes in front of men she didn't know?
Grace stopped outside of the club, biting her lip. She would never be able to tell Mia, her one and only friend, what she doing. Poor Mia was already worried about her as it was, she didn't need more reasons to worry about the redhead. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door to the club. There weren't many people around. It must've just opened for the night. Scanning the room, Grace felt weak. What would her mother say if she knew what her daughter was doing? She probably wouldn't say a thing. She didn't really care what Grace did.
Grace walked slowly, nervously to the counter. She was wearing heels- her worst enemy. She had to look taller- she was just a few inches over five feet tall. Grace spotted a girl wearing nothing but a red bra and panties. Her heart dropped. She couldn't be any older than Grace.
"Excuse me..." She said quietly, "I'm here for an...interview."
She gulped, worried. Maybe they wouldn't hire her. She almost hoped that the girl would tell her to leave, that she wasn't cut out for this kind of work. Grace knew that wasn't likely to happen. She shifted her feet in her heels, biting her lip. Think of the money, she had to keep thinking of the money...

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[/li][li]TAGGED:[/b][/color] Emilee!
[/li][li]OUTFIT:[/b][/color]clicky!
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[emilee kaylyn bonham]

Emmy was getting tired and cold. If they were truly going to have girls in bra and panties they should turn up the heat. She grabbed a drink off the counter and drained it down. She was at a strip club and she knew that the guys would like it if she was drunk. The bartender gave her another drink and she drank it a little longer. Emmy's eyes went straight to the door once she heard it open. "Club is closed until 7." She said until she saw a red-haired girl walk in. She had seen a girl from school. She silently gasped and covered her face with her tray but it didn't help the girl already knew she was here. "Through that door." She said pointing near a kitchen door. "Are you sure you want to be here?" She whispered.

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Clickster
Word Count;;
100-150
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Gracie!