Millie finds herself broke

Millie sat in her living room looking down at the letters on the table with a tear running down her cheek. They were all labelled "last warning", "payment due now", "final warning" and similarly.

She thought of her boyfriend that had walked out on her a few weeks ago, breaking her heart, emptying their joint bank account, causing their last two rent checks to bounce, and meaning that the bills were piling up. Millie needed cash, and lots of it, now.

She had left the small town she grew up in for the big city three years ago, and there was no way she would be going back there now with her tail between her legs. No, she was a sophisticated 24 year old City girl now, she would work extra hours at work and get back on her feet financially.

Yes, all that she had left from her asshole ex-boyfriend were a pair of ridiculously big silicone breasts, 36G to be exact, but she knew she could make it on her own, she only needed to think of a way.

Millie looked out the window, but she had phoned all the people she could think of to try to borrow some money, and she had been unsuccessful. Maybe she could try stripping? She knew a few of her friends had made money that way in College, but learning to strip would take time, and she needed money soon.

Millie felt the tears starting to well up again as she thought of her situation, but then her thoughts were interupted by a loud knock on the door.

Millie got up and looked through the peep hole. It was a delivery man she could tell by his uniform, so she opened the door wondering what package was arriving, she had not ordered anything.

She signed where the delivery man indicated, and he handed her a slim package. Millie wondered what it was as she closed the door, quickly opening it, but then her heart sank as she saw that it was eviction papers. She had three days to come up with $1,000 or she was being kicked out on the street.

Millie felt the sense of panic inside her over boiling, she had no money and no idea what to do, when a memory suddenly hit her. She grabbed one of the free newspapers that you get on the subway and quickly flicked to the back, and there the ad was:

"Earn top dollars for topless modelling - no previous experience required"

Then there was a phone number under it.

Millie grabbed her cell phone and dialled the number. The phone rang once, then again, then again, then a man picked up.

"Hello?" He simply answered.

"Hi, my name is Millie and I am interested in the ad in your paper."

"Great!" The man replied, then more hesitantly:

"Can you describe yourself please?"

"Well, I'm blonde, 5' 6", 24 years old, told I am nice looking." Millie replied.

"Bust size?" The man asked.

"36G" Millie replied, feeling uncomfortable.

"Fake?" The man on the phone asked.

"Yes, is that an issue?" Millie replied, feeling uncertain and even more uncomfortable.

"No, that is fine." The man replied, followed by:

"Listen, can you do an interview next week?" The man asked.

Millie cursed silently. No, she needed money quicker than that! So she said:

"Is it possible to do any earlier than that?"

"Well, I can do this afternoon at 3pm as I have just had a cancellation." The man replied.

Millie's heart jumped with joy, and she wrote down the address and then rushed to the bathroom to do her make-up.