Waitress

“Seriously Carrie, waitress?”

“I waitressed to pay for college, Nick. Show a little skin and the tips are great.”

“Yes, but at a strip club?”

“It was one of the few places hiring. Besides, I know how to take care of myself.”

You give her a disapproving stare.

“We need the money, Nick. Drive me to work please.”

You drive her to work, dropping her off at the club. At least the place looks classy. The windows are tinted with a heavy one way mirror. Pink Minx is lit up in pink neon lights and the building looks clean and well kept.

“Ok, call me if you need anything.”

“Stop worrying, Nick. The place is classy.”

Carrie walks toward the door. You admire hit grit, determination, and tightly toned ass.

You sigh and pull out of the parking lot. You head home. You try to catch a nap, but sleep eludes you.

You jump up when your phone buzzes.

A simple text from Carrie pops up.

Shifts ending, come pick me up.

You rush to the club.