Some job at a sleazy hotel

Puffed up from the admiring looks I'd gotten on the bus ride - even if it was only from the few other passengers - I hopped off the bus and double-checked my phone.

"A hotel?" I asked myself, feeling more doubtful now about this job. It didn't help that the hotel looked a little run-down and the area had strip club and a bar near it.

'U sure?' I texted Steph. She immediately replied. "$$$!" which I took to be positive.

Sighing I tucked the phone away in the tiny purse I'd brought with me. It looked like a small teddy bear and clipped to the waistband of the tartan mini I was wearing, leaving my hands free. Looking down at myself I wished I'd worn a slightly longer skirt. In spite of that I decided to be brave and undo a couple more buttons until the beginnings of cleavage would be seen by anyone watching.

"Two-oh-three," I told myself, climbing a set of concrete stairs with a rusty railing. Leaves and dirt dusted the surface along with plastic water bottles, crushed cans and... condoms, I realized. Wishing I'd worn a pair of running shoes instead of thigh high stilettos I gulped and marched forward to the door. Grimacing a little I knocked, trying not to imagine anything that might have occured around, or against, the door.

"Yeah?" a man asked almost immediately. Contrary to my expectations he was pretty normal looking, and not too hard on the eyes for a guy twice my age.

"Um. I'm Stephy's friend," was all I could say, angling myself so I could dart away if necessary.

Grinning, the man extended a hand. "Great! Stephy was real great. Told us what a pro you were and how you'd be perfect for us."

"Oh. Well..." I gave a confused smile as my hand was pumped up and down in his grip. "I'm definitely a pro," I say, feeling like I'd better try selling myself a little before he thinks I'm just some dimwit.

"Fantastic, we're always looking for new talent, and Stephy said you'd probably be the perfect girl to make a career out of it."

"A... Oh, uh, I don't know about a career. I'm just doing it for the money, you know."

"Of course, of course, that's what it's all about. Well why don't we get started, then?"