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The next day, she wakes up with an idea... A very bad idea that could cost her her reputation...

However, she had no choice.

She would have to find that money as soon as possible, and she earned almost nothing during the month. From Monday to Friday except Thursday, her day off, she worked in a factory as an accountant and on Saturday and Sunday she worked as a waitress in a chic bar of one of her friends.

  She didn't like this job because her friend was taking advantage of her by only giving her $200 for the two days... Customers loved her... Some tipped her generously most of the time, others who were too drunk, paid her too much and it all ended up in her pocket... She could make close to $400.

She couldn't see her sister on weekends and saw her 3 times a week: Monday, Wednesday, Friday, after work. Today was Saturday and like every Saturday morning, she was going to work in the fast food of her neighbor, Daria, an old lady for whom she had sympathy and who took her on her wing as soon as she arrived. .. She helped him serve customers and cleaned up because the old woman had a persistent backache. She couldn't afford the luxury of paying one more employee, already she often talks about laying off employees and even closing the fast food restaurant. Rose would not like her to close the fast food because even if Daria did not pay her, the latter offered her a sandwich and free milk every morning. Which suited him greatly and allowed him not to starve during the day...

When 2 o'clock struck, she said goodbye to the old woman and the customers to go home... Her bar service started at 6 o'clock in the evening but she would have to be there at 4 o'clock in the afternoon to fix the mess the night before before opening... She wasn't hungry because Daria had fed her so she took a quick bath and put on a cotton robe. She took the necessary to dress and make up this evening and then she left her house.

She soon arrived in front of the large building and as she entered, she saw her friend, Tina, sitting with her cell phone in her hand... She greeted her knowing exactly the words that she was going to take it out...

- Hi Tina.

- Finally you are here. I was going to call you to ask you am I paying you a fortune to stay at your place? Start... The others are coming... You're already late!

She watched her friend turn on her heels as she answered a call. She instinctively looked up at the big clock that said 3:45.

  Late, my ass... she thought to herself.

Tina wasn't really a friend. Let's say she was a profiteer. She takes advantage of the shitty situation of her employees to enrich herself. Especially that of the girls who prostituted themselves. If the customer pays $100 for a dance, she can take up to $60 and if the customer pays $300 to fuck with a girl, she can take half. She can even take the money that the customer gave directly to the employee... It was a luxurious bar so the vast majority of its customers were rich and... respectable men.

Men paying over $2,000 to fulfill their worst fantasies about poor women trying to support their families. Corrupt men who use women as playthings...

Rose had heard of a famous client who was called the pig because he always wore a pig mask and gave the women here hell. She had been lucky enough to see the violent marks on the body of a woman who had suffered all night with him... It was disgusting to see...

Of course, Tina tried to prostitute Rose because her clients were ready to offer her a large sum to have her in their bed, but Rose refused. Even though Tina made her tempting offers, she always refused.

  On weekends, the bar was full because the majority came for the young woman. This annoyed Tina but was profitable for her business. Rose sometimes found familiar faces she had seen at a gala or at those endless old social gatherings her parents forced her to attend. They didn't recognize her because she had dyed her hair and what's more, she was never in the spotlight... At 5:30 am, the others finally arrived. Exactly when she was finishing her chores...

On top of that, she should wait for the others before using the bedroom to get ready. She took the opportunity to listen to music and relax before starting her service. She quickly cleaned up and went to change in the locker room...

When she saw her naked reflection in the mirror, she paused for a moment to admire herself... She was so upset and preoccupied that she never took the time to take care of herself. She was beautiful... Sublime, even. She had whitish skin, milky like her late mother, a round face, a perfectly trimmed eyebrow, long, perfectly proportioned eyelashes, special eyes: one blue and one green, inherited from her father. She had a pointed nose, a small mouth and a thin chin... She had swollen breasts but not too much which could arouse men's desire. With a wasp waist and pretty buttocks lined with an enlarged hip, she could consider herself a shapely woman. Before, she owed her flat stomach to her endless hours of sport and her nutritionist. Now she owed it to her meager rations.

She had pretty legs and a small foot. However, her nails were a disaster. She should think about going to the studio. Now she was brunette but before she was blonde. However, she always kept this long, impregnable mane that reached her buttocks... She was beautiful... And now she understood why so many men wanted her in their bed. And yet it was out of the question for her to prostitute herself...

She sighed and thought about her bad idea of making money, as long as she didn't fuck with men, she would do anything for that money... And she knew who could help her. Let's just hope she's with us tonight, she thought to herself.