Mixing Business with Pleasure (Closed)

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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.”
 
Logan rushed into the dressing room, tossing her gym bag down on the ground in front of the wall of gray, metal lockers and going to work on the small combination lock. In her haste she managed to turn the lock too far on the second number and had to start over. Logan took a deep breath to calm herself before carefully spinning the wheel in the correct pattern and lifting up on the handle, allowing the small door to swing open.

"Hey, Richards," came a voice from behind the young girl. "Running late again?"

"Oh, hey Lilah. Yeah, Eric decided this morning would be a good time to tell me how much he wants me to find a new job," Logan explained as she glanced over her shoulder at the tall, older woman dressed in a sparkling, red bikini. "I need to get out there before Mr. Lawson notices that I'm late."

"What you need to do is drop that loser boyfriend of yours, girl," Lilah said as she lit a cigarette and took a seat in the large brown chair against the wall. "Boyfriend's and stripping don't mix real well even with the most understanding guy, and Eric is anything but understanding."

Logan didn't respond, torn between a desire to tell the other woman to mind her own business and the desire to agree with her. Eric was a douche, plain and simple. And Logan knew things had to change, but she wasn't great with confrontation. As she considered how she could end things with her boyfriend without it turning too ugly, she slipped her tank top and jeans off and slipped into a very small, very revealing pink bikini.

"What are you doing here this early anyway?" Lilah asked. "Don't you usually work the late shift?"

"I'm trying to work a couple of extra shifts so I can get my own car," Logan answered as she sprayed perfume across her skin. "Speaking of which, I'd better get out there and start shaking my ass." With a smile at Lilah, the younger woman headed toward the door and slipped into the dark club.

After checking in with the DJ to let him know that she was on the floor, Logan started toward the bar to let the bartender know also. Unfortunately, still in a rush, Logan ended up bumping into someone who was also headed toward the bar.

“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.”

"I'm sorry," Logan said simultaneously with the girl she had bumped into. "Sure, follow me and I'll show you to the office." As she led the attractive young woman toward the back of the club, Logan checked out the customers, trying to see if any of her regulars were there. It was early, but she had let several of them know that she would be working extra shifts, hoping that they would show up and spend a little money.

"This is Buddy's office right here," Logan announced as she stopped in front of a black door with a plaque that read 'Manager'. "Are you sure you want to tend bar? I mean you could definitely make money as a dancer," Logan observed as she smiled at the pretty girl.

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Bailey followed the beautiful red haired woman to Buddy's office, secretely admiring and envying the way her ass looked in those small bikini bottoms.

"Dancing? Me? Oh no, I couldn't." Bailey shook her head, waving off the woman's suggestion. "No, it's much better if I stick behind a bar and serve drinks."

Despite leaving her small, conservative hometown, Bailey couldn't shake the moral lessons that had been shoved into her head since she was a little girl. A woman wasn't supposed to take her clothes off for money, period. Hell, if Bailey's mother was to be believed, a woman shouldn't even enjoy having a man look at her let alone touch her nor should she ever enjoy sex. Her mother, no doubt, still practiced the idea that a woman should close her eyes and "think of England", as the old Victorian saying went.

Returning her attention to the woman in front of her, who filled out a bikini far better than Bailey could dare hope to, she tried to ignore her mother's conservative lessons.

"Thanks for showing me the office," Bailey smiled and held her hand out. "I'm Bailey by the way."
 
"Nice to meet you, Bailey," Logan replied as she shook the brunette's hand. "My name is Logan, Logan Richards, or course around here everyone calls me by my stage name, Princess. I love your hair, by the way."

The redhead reached out and knocked on the office door, "Mr. Lawson, there's a young woman here to see you about an interview."

Buddy grumbled something that sounded like 'send her in'. "Well, good luck with your interview. Don't be nervous, Mr. Lawson comes off like a hard ass but he's really not that bad," Logan explained as she flashed a smile at Bailey and then headed back toward the dance floor ready to make some money.
 
With her hair falling in loose ringlets over her shoulders, Bailey adjusted her purple bustier, pushing her breasts up so that she showed just the right amount of cleavage. With her black mini-skirt that came up to mid-thigh, garter belt and stockings and her four inch black stilettos, Bailey was ready for her first day bartending at Gentleman's Dream.

Her interview had gone so well that Buddy Lawson had hired her on the spot, the fact that he was desperate for any body with a good pair of tits and a partial knowledge of mixing drinks was beside the point. Now, two days after her interview, Bailey was set to start. And Lawson had trusted her with a night shift, not one of the slower day shifts. Nervous to not screw anything up, Bailey fussed over her hair, wanting to look just right.

Finally, she felt ready enough and stepped out of her car. She was parked in the back employee lot and made her way through the Staff Only entrance which led her into a dank little hallway. Off to her right was the dressing room for the dancers, she could hear giggling coming from the room and an odd mix of varying perfumes and hairspray wafted out into the hallway.

She made her way out into the main room of the club, where the music pulsed and a woman on stage turned, seductively, around a pole. Taking up her position behind the bar, Bailey greeted her fellow bartender for the night and set about learning the ropes.

The beginning of the night passed quickly enough and, before she knew it, Bailey was behind the club taking her sweet time eating a cheeseburger while on her break. As she sipped on a warm Diet Coke, a car peeled into the parking lot and an angry woman climbed out of the passenger side. She said something to the drive before slamming the door and stalking towards the club. As the woman approached her, Bailey recognized her as the one who had shown her to Lawson's office.

"Hey, Logan," Bailey threw the burger wrap into the dumpster nearby, "you alright?"
 
"I wouldn't think I would have to talk you out of working in this fucking place," Eric growled as he shifted into third. "Don't you get sick of those old perverts putting their hands all over you, rubbing your ass against the hard-ons in their pants?"

"I'm not having this conversation with you again," Logan said, her voice tight with anger as she turned her head away from her boyfriend and stared out the window. They were almost to the club, though, thanks to Eric, they were over an hour late for her shift. "I've been working here since before we met. You knew exactly what I did for a living when we started dating and you told me that you didn't care."

"Well I care now," Eric said as he downshifted and turned into the parking lot. "Although I'm not sure why. If you want to be a stripper all your life, that's your decision." The car screeched to a halt at the back entrance to the club as Eric turned to look at the redhead next to him, a scowl on his face.

"You know what...I don't think you need to worry about it anymore," Logan said as she flung the door open and grabbed her bag from between her legs. "You can't deal with dating a dancer, then I'll make it easy for you...we won't date anymore. Later dickhead!" As she stepped clear of the car, Logan slammed the door shut and stomped away even as Eric peeled out of the parking lot.

"Hey, Logan, you alright?" a female voice asked from the darkness at the back of the club.

It was Bailey, the new bartender that she had met a few days earlier. Buddy had told her that he was hiring the attractive brunette, not that that came as a surprise to Logan. Most of the time girls as beautiful as Bailey came in as dancers because that was where the big money was, which meant the jobs like waitress and bartender were usually filled by girls who were too old or too unattractive to make money as a dancer. So Bailey was already the hottest looking bartender in the place, which should translate to good tips for her and happy customers for Buddy.

"Hey," Logan said, her cheeks flushing a little at the realization that the other girl had witnessed her exchange with Eric. "Nothing I can't handle. I gotta get in here and get changed, but I'll come by the bar in a little while and see how your first night is going, okay?"

Logan changed as quickly as she could, donning a green and black string bikini and a pair of black, knee high boots. After brushing her hair and then slipping it into a ponytail, she sprayed a liberal amount of perfume on and hit the floor. The place was crowded, which was good. Crowded meant more money. The overly loud music normally annoyed Logan, but in her current mood, she welcomed the pulsing rhythms and pounding beats.

After an hour of working the room, Logan had performed five table dances, two couch dances in the private room and taken her first turn on the stage. By that time she was ready for a drink, so she decided to cruise by the bar and see how things were going for Bailey.

"Hey, sexy, everything going okay?" she asked as she leaned over the bar and raised her voice enough to be heard.
 
Bailey nodded as Logan walked inside the strip club. Though she'd only met the woman once, Bailey felt sorry for her. Logan looked so miserable...and pissed. She watched the car squeal out of the parking lot and wondered what had happened between Logan and the driver. Maybe Logan would tell her later when she came for that drink.

With her break over, Bailey returned to the bar. The rest of her shift passed swiftly with her tips getting bigger and bigger the later it got. Obviously the youngest and best looking bartender, Bailey was summoned more than her fellow bartender, and the men were generous tippers - especially when Bailey bent over to give them a good view down her bustier.

Finally, with only thirty minutes left on her shift, Bailey saw Logan approach the bar. She'd been watching her throughout the night. There was a silent confidence about the woman, something that drew the eye of nearly everyone in the club. And when she took the stage. Holy shit could that woman dance. Bailey was impressed by Logan and she wanted to get to know her better.

"Hey, sexy, everything going okay?"

Bailey smiled as Logan leaned up against the bar.

"Hi, yea everything is great. I can't believe how much I'm raking in with tips." Placing her elbows on the counter, Bailey leaned forward so the two of them wouldn't have to yell to hear each other. "What can I get for you?"

After preparing Logan's drink, Bailey handed it to her and resumed her position on the bar. "I saw you up on the stage," she said, "you were incredible. Where's you learn to move like that?"
 
"Oh, thanks. I leaned most of it working here, actually," Logan responded as she sat her glass down and glanced over at the stage where one of the other girls was working the pole. "God, you should have seen me when I first started. I was a terrible dancer. And so nervous, wow, it's still pretty embarrassing to think about. Some of the other girls kinda took me under their wings and showed me some moves."

"If you can't dance, you don't get many tips, doesn't matter what you look like," the redhead explained. "So, needless to say, I was a motivated student. I mean, if I'm going to dress like this and do what I do, I'd better be making some decent money, right?"

Logan turned her attention back to Bailey and smiled at her. She was definitely as pretty or prettier than any of the dancers, so it was no surprise that she was getting good tips behind the bar. Drunk men had a tendency to tip very well.

"And up next on the main stage, Princess," the Dj's voice cut through the blaring music, announcing Logan's turn on the stage.

"Well, that's me," she said as she grinned at her new friend, and slid a five dollar bill across the bar. "If you get a chance, come by and tip me while I'm on stage, the guys love that. Makes them think we're all lesbians."

Logan gave Bailey a wink and then slinked her way to the stairs that took her up on stage. As the next song began to play, the redhead slipped her boots off and then, barefoot made her way to the front of the stage where the gleaming gold stripper pole waited. Flinging her hair back over her shoulder, she grabbed hold of the pole and swung around as men throughout the bar began to hoot and applaud.
 
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