Yes, you do

“Fine, if this is the only way to make you stop begging me at the phone, I will meet your boss,” you give in, “but this better be serious. I don’t want my future classmates or employers ask for a lap dance.”

“You will not regret it, I promise,” Amber replies relieved, “if you want, we can visit Eleonora tomorrow in the evening, if you want. I drive you.”

“Good, do I need anything?” you ask, “Documents, special clothes or maybe sextoys?”

“No!” Amber replies slightly angry, “we are no whores. The girls get everything they need. You need your ID, health insurance card and probably your social security number. And dress in something you feel comfortable. The boss doesn't attach much importance to elegant dresses or business suits.”

“Fine, see you tomorrow then,” you say finally, “I’m going to regret this.”

“Yes, you will,” Amber says and you can hear her giggle, “bye love.”

You sigh. Amber is a whirlwind of joy and happiness. And sometimes you are not entirely sure if she is just joking or if she really feely attracted to you. Since the day you met, you keep the bullies and jerks on distance to her. And you broke one of her violent ex-boyfriends the right arm. She envies you.

Since you now have an opportunity for a job, you can go back to your daily routine: Being lazy, listening to music and humiliate some idiots at the gym in the evening, who believed they are the strongest. Your parents are pleased when you tell them about your possible new job. But you don’t give them any details, since you know none yourself and don’t want them to feel uncomfortable or get worried.

At the next day, Amber picks you up as promised. It’s already afternoon and you are indeed curious what kind of job this will be. But Amber is calm like a rock. She only talks about basic topics like school, boyfriends (you are both single at the moment) fashion and sport. The last thing likely to keep you happy, since she is not really into sport.

After about half an hour Amber stops at a building at the border to industrial district. It seems like an old, abounded factory. There is an old working hall, an office building with two floors and a parking lot for employees. Everything seems normal and intact, but nobody is around. Three other cars are there too.

“Ok, there we are,” Amber says a little nervous, “it’s in the first floor. And whatever happens, please don’t just storm out. Listen to the boss and the other girls first. If it’s nothing for you, I end my shift early and drive you home as soon as I can.”

With mixed feelings you follow Amber through the entrance, which is not locked, and then up a stair to the first floor. There is another door, which Amber opens with a key. The door swings up and you get a first look at Ambers working place.