SweetAsSuga
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She needed a job. There was no way around it. Bailey Evans stared at the balance in her checking account...the zero balance to be exact. How could this have happened, Bailey had always been so careful with her money. Well, there was her usual purchase of new textbooks and her rent had been due and she had needed new contacts and of course there was that shopping binge, but she needed new clothes if she was going to do an internship this year. Of course, that splurge on the Prada heels probably hadn’t been the smartest decision. But they had been on sale!
Bailey had had high hopes for her last semester at college. She was going to hang out with friends, have a kick ass internship (which she still hadn’t lined up yet, but hey, it was only the beginning of the semester), and then she was going to graduate and take the world by storm (of course she still had no clue what she wanted to do after graduation…but that was still months away). All those hopes were down the drain now, though. Bailey could say good-bye to the parties and random road trips with friends. There was no way she was going to afford them.
With a defeated sigh, she began searching the local papers want ads. Truck driver. No. Dish washer. Hell no. Were there any good jobs out there? After searching through the first two pages of ads, Bailey paused. Bartender and server at a local club. Now that had possibilities. If Bailey couldn’t go out and party with her friends, she could at least have some fun flirting and getting guys to buy her drinks. She could totally do this job. Besides, hadn’t she spent almost all of high school, plus her summer breaks from college, waiting tables at a diner in her hometown? How different could this be?
Quickly writing up a resume, Bailey e-mailed it to the address listed in the ad.
The next few days passed without any word from the club. Having written the job off as never gonna happen, Bailey was surprised when she answered her phone four days after responding to the ad and was offered an interview.
Desperate for this job, Bailey arrived ten minutes early the day of the interview. She had taken great care with her appearance, dressing a tad more on the conservative side than she was used to in a pair of gray slacks, blue v-neck shirt, and a wide black belt settled around her waist. Her brown hair, which had been streaked with red, was pulled up into a messy bun, which she checked constantly in her rear view mirror.
This can’t be it, Bailey thought as she pulled into the parking lot of the club. She doubled checked the address to make sure she had the right place.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
The address matched. Gentleman’s Dream sat before her in all its brown brick glory, the windows covered by dark curtains and the neon pink sign blinking feebly in the afternoon sun.
“At least I can be guaranteed good tips,” Bailey said with a shake of her head. Climbing out of the car, she made her way to the door and headed inside. The club was dark, the only lights on the stage and around the bar area, but Bailey could clearly make out the chairs and tables situated throughout the room. Even though it was just after twelve, quite a few of the chairs were already occupied by bored men with money to burn. The stage was currently empty as the DJ announced a new girl, and pulse pounding, ear-splitting techno music assailed Bailey’s ears. Turning her attention away from the girl who was now gyrating on the stage, Bailey made her way towards the bar, only to bump into another woman.
“Oh god, I’m sorry.” Bailey apologized, “I didn’t see you there. Um...do you mind telling me where I can find Buddy Lawson, I’m here to interview for the bartending job.”
Bailey had had high hopes for her last semester at college. She was going to hang out with friends, have a kick ass internship (which she still hadn’t lined up yet, but hey, it was only the beginning of the semester), and then she was going to graduate and take the world by storm (of course she still had no clue what she wanted to do after graduation…but that was still months away). All those hopes were down the drain now, though. Bailey could say good-bye to the parties and random road trips with friends. There was no way she was going to afford them.
With a defeated sigh, she began searching the local papers want ads. Truck driver. No. Dish washer. Hell no. Were there any good jobs out there? After searching through the first two pages of ads, Bailey paused. Bartender and server at a local club. Now that had possibilities. If Bailey couldn’t go out and party with her friends, she could at least have some fun flirting and getting guys to buy her drinks. She could totally do this job. Besides, hadn’t she spent almost all of high school, plus her summer breaks from college, waiting tables at a diner in her hometown? How different could this be?
Quickly writing up a resume, Bailey e-mailed it to the address listed in the ad.
The next few days passed without any word from the club. Having written the job off as never gonna happen, Bailey was surprised when she answered her phone four days after responding to the ad and was offered an interview.
Desperate for this job, Bailey arrived ten minutes early the day of the interview. She had taken great care with her appearance, dressing a tad more on the conservative side than she was used to in a pair of gray slacks, blue v-neck shirt, and a wide black belt settled around her waist. Her brown hair, which had been streaked with red, was pulled up into a messy bun, which she checked constantly in her rear view mirror.
This can’t be it, Bailey thought as she pulled into the parking lot of the club. She doubled checked the address to make sure she had the right place.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
The address matched. Gentleman’s Dream sat before her in all its brown brick glory, the windows covered by dark curtains and the neon pink sign blinking feebly in the afternoon sun.
“At least I can be guaranteed good tips,” Bailey said with a shake of her head. Climbing out of the car, she made her way to the door and headed inside. The club was dark, the only lights on the stage and around the bar area, but Bailey could clearly make out the chairs and tables situated throughout the room. Even though it was just after twelve, quite a few of the chairs were already occupied by bored men with money to burn. The stage was currently empty as the DJ announced a new girl, and pulse pounding, ear-splitting techno music assailed Bailey’s ears. Turning her attention away from the girl who was now gyrating on the stage, Bailey made her way towards the bar, only to bump into another woman.
“Oh god, I’m sorry.” Bailey apologized, “I didn’t see you there. Um...do you mind telling me where I can find Buddy Lawson, I’m here to interview for the bartending job.”