Bria leaned against the lamp post to think about what she'd do next. It occurred to her that she should have taken more care in dressing, as the skirt kept riding up as she shifted, and the top was in constant danger of flashing her breasts. She smiled as she thought of how guys would react to her, but the words of Raoul kept flashing through her mind.
"I could get gangbanged dressed like this," she said to herself breathlessly, both fear and excitement coursing through her.
Eventually she straightened as her eyes lighted upon a sign. "Black Cat Men's Club" read the unlit sign above the door, but that wasn't the sign that had caught her eye. 'Help Wanted - Apply within, start immediately'
"I wonder what that's about," she murmured to herself and started across the street, oblivious to the honking of a car that had been slowly cruising down the street, the driver checking out the girls that populated it. "It's so close to home I could maybe work there while I'm out becoming famous."
Becoming famous was but a vague notion in her mind. She knew that she wanted to be the center of attention to the most of people possible. How she was going to do that she had no idea.
As entered the door she squinted, trying to see in the sudden darkness as the blackened glass door closed behind her.
"Hello?" she called out, moving further into the darkness and wondering if there was a bell she was supposed to have rung. "Hello? I'm here about the help wanted sign."
"Did you now?" a deep voice said from the shadows behind her.
Bria cried out, whirling to face the man, and inadvertantly flashing quite a bit more than was decent. "I, um, I saw the sign," she said again, "I, ah, wondered what the job was."
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