yes

You decide, yes. This is a way that I could make a lot of money real quick. I know that I look like I'm barely a teenager even though I turned eighteen 3 months ago, but like Ashley mentioned, that could help.

All new girls get early shifts, but from her earning the other day, that's fine with me. That type of money, even half, could make my life so much better.

That Saturday afternoon I rode with Ashely to her employment at the club for an interview. I decided to wear the sexiest outfit I own. I was gonna wear whatever I could to show that I'm an adult and not a 10 year old child, like 99% of men think I am. To fix that perception I wore a short, black leather min-skirt with a matching stop, exposing the little cleavage I have. I packed my breasts up an inch by placing them at the top of my bra, a trick a saw my mother do. I put on black stocking and pulled them up, they reached an inch below the bottom of my mini-skit, follow by my thigh high black leather boots. I spent over an hour on my makeup, making sure everything is perfect down to the red shade of lipstick. I felt kind of like a young, Thai Ariana Grande. That said, I was no match for Ashley. She was an easy 6"1', dressed in a sexy red dress made of fancy fabric that I only dreamed about wearing. Her heals were designer and her swagger matched it all. She looked like she could be Leonardo DiCaprio's date to the Oscars... and end up stealing the show. Her red dress is so short that guys will easily be able to see up her dress when on stage and glance at her pink thong. That, also, is definitely intentional.

I began to get nervous as we pulled up to her job, but bit my tongue and smiled. As we approached the side entrance, Ashley informed the bouncer that I was here to meet Mr. Willington. The bouncer scanned me, nodded, and escorted me down a dark hallway while Ashley went the other direction.

I was directed into a small room. It looked like a storage room with nothing but a desk, a few chairs, a file cabinet and a few old posters of naked women. It smelled like stale cigarettes.

Behind the desk was a mid-twenty year old buff white guy wearing a tight Golds Gym t-shirt. He stared at me with a disgusting, unsatisfied grin and says, "What the fuck are you? Ashley, is the hot mistress, side chick, new wife of a winner. You're a little Asian thing that's 12 year old. Are those braces in your mouth? You look like a child playing dress-up. You're not 18, show me you're ID."

Without thinking, I comply. I take out my drivers license and hand it to Mr. Willington. He takes it, stares, looks at me, stare and looks at me again. Mr. Willington stands up walks and begins walking to the door. He says, "I don't think we have a need for you, but I'll let my uncle decide. Tim is into little exotic stuff."

Mr. Willington screams "Tim get the fuck in here and see if this baby Asian thing can give a guy a boner!" and leaves through the front door.

A moment later, the back door opens and a middle aged white man with a receding hairline walks in. He was wearing an AC/DC shirt several sizes too small, exposing his overweight stomach above his sweat pants. Tim looked at me and gave me a creepy grin. He not-so-subtly repositions his package as he sits in Mr. Willington's seat.

I begin to feel very uncomfortable.