Krissy sees a flier for a strip club

Doubts filled Krissy's mind as she walked along the street, a growing sense of defeat growing in her mind.

After walking for most of the day with no real plan, she found herself in a less desirable part of town as the sun began to set. Krissy grew up in a trailer park, and low-income areas were nothing new to her. Maybe she'd even have better luck here than in the other parts of town, maybe not.

The streets grew dark as Krissy continued her search unsuccessfully. She considered her situation. No job. No money. No place to stay, and standing in the dark in the bad part of town. She was lucky nothing bad had happened to her already.

Still looking for any posted job openings, Krissy stopped in her tracks at the sight of a flier that advertised auditions at a place called the Pink Palace. Krissy was pretty naïve by most standards, but it was clear from pictures of naked women dancing on the flier that it was advertising for a strip club.

Krissy had never been to one, let alone considered ever working at one, but she was in a bad spot and knew it. Was she really this ****?

Fuck, maybe this was her only option. She knew men wanted her. Maybe she could use that to her advantage. She had to do something, or she was going to be sleeping on the street tonight.

Fuck.