To a night club

Rachel remembered a night club nearby. She'd passed it often, and lamented each time that she didn't have the money to get in. Now that she was going to have a professional job, and that she had a reason to celebrate, she decided to head on over.

Fortunately it wasn't one of those upscale places or the bouncers might've taken one look at her cheap dress and turned her away. She wasn't anyone famous. Yet.

She'd scarcely entered the line and blown off some slob when one of the bouncers motioned her forward.

"Me?" she said, with both words and gestures, and was delighted when he nodded, motioning her forward.

"In you go, sexy," he winked, motioning her toward the door.

Rachel smiled in delight, looking back at the long line smugly as she sauntered past, ignoring the grumbles of those left waiting. It was just another good thing in a string of them, proving her luck had finally changed.

The interior was almost as dark as the street, though the lights strobed wildly and the speakers boomed with deep bass rhythms that throbbed their way straight to her crotch.

A mob of people were out on the floor while a long bar drew a good business off to the side. Some tables and booths ringed the large dance floor, and were occupied by a bunch of people dedicated to making the most of the night.

Rachel didn't see a single famous person, which was disappointing, but on the other hand it meant she only had to compete with the local girls. For a model that was no competition at all.