Part-time Job

"Ah, yes," Ingrid said. She realized she didn't have her wallet with her.

"Something wrong?" the man asked.

"I don't have any money," said Ingrid.

The man shook his head. "That's a shame. I guess I'll take those piercings away."

"No!" Ingrid yelped.

"All right," said the man. "How about this: you work as my assistant part-time here, to pay off your debt?"

"I, um, okay," said Ingrid.

"Now get behind the counter," the man said. "If you see any hotties, particularly famous ones, come get me. I'll be doing inventory."

Ingrid moved behind the shop's counter, not minding that her newly pierced nipples were out for all to see.