A strip club

Kittie drove around for a few hours, visiting places that she thought might hire her on the spot. Unfortunately, this was the teenager's first job hunt and Kittie wasted her time trying stores she loved shopping at, instead of knowing the right businesses to check. None of them were hiring, even for a girl with massive tits.

It's nearly 7pm on a Sunday, and most of the stores have closed for the day. No one would hire her now, at this time of night. There were no options left, and she was about to spend the night homeless. Except...

There was still one option left. The very last option, in Kittie's mind.

Strip clubs.

There were a few strip clubs in town, most of them pretty trashy, but 2 of them were worth trying. The nicest was a place called "The Doll House," but "nicest" was a relative term. It was a tacky pink and white 2-story building that hosted lots of wild raunchy events. They had a pretty wide variety of customers, so it was hard to say if anyone would recognize her. It might not be the worst.

The other notable club was Big Daddy's, a club in a more run-down part of the city. It had a more... "urban" clientele, mostly black, and was often at the center of prostitution investigations; despite this, they had never actually been found guilty. It was supposedly a nice place, but none of the people she knew had been brave enough to visit. That was actually a good selling point; it meant she was unlikely to see anyone she knew.

She feels her phone buzz and receives a new text message from Karen. "We've got ur things packed. See you soon!" A laughing emoji followed it.

Time was running out, and Kittie really only had time to go to one of the two clubs. She shifts her Prius into gear and heads toward...