Start the job

You take a deep breath and step into the club. The smell of sweat and smoke assults your nose, as you look around you can see a large stage in the middle of the room with 3 poles around it, also a smaller stage to the back corner of the room.

The stage at the back corner has some camera equipment set up. The club was already filled with patrons woot!ing and whistling at the girls on the main stage.

You walk up to the bar, slightly shaky with nerves shaking, "Can i help you luv", ask the barman. You couldnt help but notice his figure, quite cute actually. "Uh.... im hear about the modeling job", you say with a stutter.

"Ah, you want to speak to Mitch, one sec" he replys, walking over to the intercom and presses the button. "Hey Mitch!" he says. You hear a rough voice on the intercom. "What??" he replys. "The model is here for the shoot" he replys.

"Alright ill be right out" he replys. The bartender walks back over to you, "Can i get you a freebie?" he askes. "Uh ... sure i guess ..." you reply. The bartender grabs a bottle of booze and mixes it into a drink and passes it to you.

"Here, its my special mixer" he says. "The names Jason by the way". You grab the drink and drink it in one shot, nerves hitting you hard. "Woa, slow down there missy" he says with a smile.

"I pay you to serve booze, not chat up chicks" you hear a voice over your shoulder. You turn around and ment with an extremely unpleasant site.

Mitch was quite a large man, wearing large jeans, his large belly hanging over the edge of his jeans. He wore an old looking shirt, its back and underarms stained with sweat.

"So Tyone sent you uh" he asks, his eyes taking in your body. " ... hm ... how old are you? he asked. "Just turned 18 not too long ago" you reply. "Perfect" says Mitch. He walks behind the bar and grabs a clipboard.

"Ok heres the deal, we need you to do some simple glamor shots, its to help advertise this club. Nudity will be required, plus if things work well i might even try a shoot on the stage" he continues as he rights information on the clipboard.

You couldnt help but swallow. Your nerves that wore with you wore replaced with a small warmth from your stomach and it felt like it was slowly growing through your body (from the alcholic you drunk).

"So you happy? If so just head over to that little alcove over there (he points to a small booth that was quite open but had a small shade in front of it for some privacy) and grab something to wear, otherwise theres the door" replys Mitch