Cocktail Waitress

"Well, and you might hate this idea, there's a club just a few blocks away. It's a strip club.", Cassandra says, meekly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, baby. Stripping? I don't-" I say before she cuts me off.

"No, baby, it's not like that. They've got an opening for a cocktail waitress. I wouldn't be stripping, silly!" She replies, laughing at my initial thoughts, "It pays $18 an hour, and apparently the tips are massive. I talked to the manager on the phone, and one of the girls that works there. It's all legit. No stripping or anything like that, baby, I would never."

"Baby? A strip club, though? You know how guys are. I know how guys are." I say, looking at her sternly.

"Oh, honey, you wouldn't have to worry about that. You know I can handle myself. Besides, I'm yours, now and always. You wouldn't have to worry about little ol' me." Cassandra gives me that smile that could move mountains.

"I don't know, babe. This is a lot..." I say, not liking the idea of her working in a place like that.

"It's totally your choice, babe. I might be able to find something else, but I can't imagine beating that amount of money. It would work really well with my classes, it's right down the road, and I can always quit if I don't like it.", she replies. It seems she asking me to tell her it's okay.