An Excited Carrie

You pull in and Carrie steps out of the door. She is showing more skin than you’d like and she looks a bit goth. As she approaches the car she rubs off shiny black lipstick.

“Oh my god, Nick! It was amazing. They tip fucking amazing in there! We need to go out and celebrate. I made like three hundred bucks!”

“Yes, but how were you treated?”

“Fuck, Nick, for three hundred bucks a night I can deal with getting my ass slapped a couple times.”

You grit your teeth.

“C’mon, Nick, let’s go get a nice expensive breakfast.” She leans in and whispers. “After that, we can work off some of the calories.”

You take a little drive to let the sun come up and Carrie to do a search for a nice restaurant. You end up at a beautiful place overlooking a golf course.

As you eat your western omelette and admire Carrie’s infectious smile, you wonder if you are being to overbearing about her working at the club. If she’s enjoying it and making tons of money what’s the harm.

After brunch you drive home. Carrie drags you to the bedroom and rides you cowgirl style. Moments after you both climax you both are asleep.

The buzzing of Carrie’s alarm clock wakes you.

“Time for me to go to work.”

You imagine her fishnet stockings and corset will bring in great tips. You drop her off and begin hunting for a job. You wonder if this place, a thousand miles away from The Company, might make a nice home.

By the time it’s ready to pick up Carrie you have several job leads. You grab your keys.