John

You arrived in town over a month ago and tried your damnedest to find a good job. After 14 interviews and five weeks you were on you last legs financially. Without money to get home you decided to take a job at the Clover Club in Clover City's South Side. Mr. Goss who runs the club is a bit of a gangster but the pay was good and the job was there.

The Clover Club is a gentleman's club with dancers and strippers but you didn't sign on for that. You signed on to be a waitress. Sure... you have to wear a corset, panties and fishnets as your uniform, but the tips are great.

Your third night you're asked to serve Mr. Goss himself.

"Sit," he instructs, "You're new here and I think we should get to know each other."

"Okay," you happily reply and take the seat across from him.

"Do you know who I am?"

"You're Mr. Goss, you own this place."

"That's right, I'm the proprietor of this establishment. What's your name?"

"John Doe."

"Nice to meet you John. Do you know what this establishment is?"

"It's a gentleman's club."

"Is that all?"

"Well I don't know what you mean by that."

"John, what would you tell me if I asked you to have sex with me?"

"Mr. Goss! That's grossly inappropriate! I think I have to excuse myself."

"Ms. Doe, don't mis-understand me. This IS a club, but the patrons here are used to receiving certain favors for their patronage."

"I did not sign up to be a whore."

"No? Well... I guess you didn't. I'll assume you will be leaving our employ then." You look away, scared and ashamed. "Unless you feel that you NEED this job. In which case, I expect to see you up in my room in 5 minutes."

He slides a key across the table and heads up into the private rooms above the club.