Strange things had happened she thought. But when her car suddenly ran out of gas in front of what looked like a strip club, Bree didn't want to take it as a sign. She needed a real job, the single mom has two more hours before she has to pick up Hazel from daycare.
"Missy, you can't park here," the big man with a thick mustache that looked like it was making a comeback from the seventies warned Bree.
"I don't intend to, it ran out of gas, I..." Bree pressed down the window button to let the man hear her better.
"Well, you can park it here," the man cut her words and repeated his statement with a stronger volume as if Bree didn't hear him the first time around.
Oh god... she said on the inside.
Suddenly all the stress from the last couple of days came rushing down, her chest heaved and her eyes started to get blurry.
Oh god, not now... her inner voice once again replays the words.
"Dude, Elvis, it's not even noon and you're making a beautiful woman cry already. Not cool man..." a man with an arm sleeve tattoo slapped the big mustache guy on his back.
"Hey, I'm Rocco, I'm sorry about my buddy Elvis here. Yeah, that's his real name. Look, are you here for the audition? come on in, you looked like you can use a drink."
"But, my car..."
Rocco, the tattooed guy peeked at her gas meter and smiled, "happens all the time to my girlfriend, Elvis, will you help..." he waited and it took Bree a couple of seconds to connect her brain to her ability in forming a sentence.
"Bree," she blurted out her name, and the tattooed guy smiles warmly.
"Elvis, will you help Bree with her car? I believe you know how to pump gasoline into a car?" the man gave him his car key and before Bree realized Rocco knocked on her door frame and she opened her door, took his hand, and let him usher her into the dimmed lit strip club.
Bree left her ten-year-old Honda with keys still in the ignition to the grumpy-looking Elvis. Her head was still not registering as Rocco put a cold can of soda in front of her once she was seated at the bar area of the club.
"I'm Rocco, the bartender, sometimes floor manager and sometimes I handle all the shit that's happening here. Including the audition for the stripper today."
"But I'm not auditioning for a stripper, I need a real job." Her words made him laugh.
"You better not let the girls hear that. So, my bad then, but we don't have other openings at the moment. Are you sure you're not a dancer? sorry, but your posture is on spot." Rocco moved back behind the bar, rustling some glass then joined Bree with a cold glass of tap beer for himself.
"Well, I took gymnastics and cheered back in high school and college." Not to mention she also took pole dance classes for moms when she tried to mend her marital situation with Everett. Trying to spice things up in the bedroom, but obviously failed.
"There you go," the man winked playfully and took out a form from under the bar telling her she should take the job application form with her and think about it, all while he told her about the job description and working hours.
"I... I can't I have a kid, I can't leave her overnight."
Rocco shrugged telling her there are several women who are also single moms, "All the women here look after each other, I heard something about babysitting rotation. You can check with them if you're interested. But know this, you get to bring home tips minus the house cuts. And these women take home a lot, I know this because my girlfriend is one of them." He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows making Bree feel more at ease and started skimming the club's application form.
"You can work three days a week and get more than you would from a nine to five desk job each month."
"But I'm not..."
"A whore? look, Bree, this is a high-end strip club, not a sex club, have you ever been to a high-end strip club before?" Bree shook her head and he continued, "Well, you will earn generous tips by giving a private lap dance, but there's a strict rule on prostitution, not under this establishment. Why don't you come later on this evening, or tomorrow whichever works best for you, and see it for yourself."
"I don't know..."
"You looked like you can use a break, with this job you'll earn more. I'm not trying to sell you the job, you might not even get it if you don't have the moves." He chuckled and she nervously laugh with him.
"Yeah, it's been a while since I danced,"
"It's like riding a bike, right?" he shrugged and drink his beer. Bree bites her lip as her mind wanders, thinking Rocco might be right. It's easy money and she needed money. Badly.
"Okay, I'll come again tonight, will you be here?" Bree drank her soda, looked at her phone, and saw the dreaded text from her kid's daycare informing her that they haven't received their monthly payment. She was already two weeks late from paying Hazel's daycare and this job can give her a financial solution at least until she finds a better job.
Yeah, that sounds better. Bree thought as she worked out her money situation in her head.
"I will be here. Just tell Elvis you're meeting me later so he doesn't charge you an entrance fee."
Bree has been stressing her mind looking for the perfect job, trying to find the best one income-wise and one with leniency towards her child. She's been looking for months, and a few weeks earlier she realized she's struggling to get one. Then when bills start to pile, the last couple of days she has been desperate for a job.
That afternoon she picked up Hazel with a new hope. Bree paid for her daycare using one of her credit cards, hoping that she wouldn't have maxed out already. Her shoulder relaxed when the fund was paid successfully. Because if not, she seriously didn't know what to do anymore.
She sighed the second she was in her rundown apartment, the rent is so cheap Bree hoped it won't arise health issues for her and Hazel in the long run. Bree feeds Hazel, bathes her, then she tucked her little sunshine into bed. Bree lets Mrs. Mancini into her tiny apartment when the clock strikes eight.
"Have fun on your date, sweetheart, you deserve it."
"I'm not going on a..." but on a second thought, it was the perfect excuse. Bree couldn't exactly tell the old lady that she will be checking out the strip club where she was going to work at. "...yeah, I guess you might call it that, eh...thank you, you have my number, Hazel is asleep. Help yourself to anything in the fridge." Though she only has bread and eggs it's nice to be polite to everyone and Mrs. Mancini was kind enough to be doing this for Bree with a rate that's probably the same since she was babysitting decades ago when she was young. Also, Hazel adores her with all the cakes that her next-door neighbor baked for them.
Without further doubt, Bree walked out of her small apartment complex and drive to Babes. Half an hour later, after ten minutes of contemplating her decision, she stepped out of her car. Bree was greeted by Elvis who smirked at her, then she smiled back at him, sweetly, and the mustache dude actually blushed which made her giggle, and walked past the guy into the strip club with a lighter step on her feet.
Rocco wasn't lying, the men were far from the ordinary crowd you'd see in movies. Most were dressed in suits, work clothes, and some fine-looking jackets, even their shoes looked expensive. But what threw her into reality was what the women were wearing, she's not sure she can flaunt her body like that.
The bartender greeted her the second she reached the bar, Rocco fixed a couple of drinks before he was to her front and wiggle his eyebrows making her laugh. "So, you're coming back, it's a good start. Let me get my girl." Rocco called out to one of the waiters and said something that Bree couldn't hear over the loud music in the background.
A voluptuous blonde woman appeared and kissed Rocco on his cheek. "Dee, babe, this is Bree the one I told you about earlier. Why don't you girls talk and let her feel the vibe."
Bree couldn't stop looking at her sheer outfit, she doesn't understand how Rocco was okay with having his girlfriend showing off her tits and ass for all the men at the club.
"Hey, I'm Dee, look this may seem a bit overwhelming but trust me the money is worth it." She hooked her hand in Bree's arm and pulled her to the end of the bar where they can have a private talk. The single mom was thrown into the situation where Bree was greeted by another stripper with another set of sheer lingerie and glitter platform heels so high she wondered how all these women managed to dance in them.
Bree sits back on the barstool while Dee introduces her to Cassidy who is a struggling med student determined to pay off her student loans before she started her residency.
"Look, this is the best club in town, if Rocco took pity on you... gurl, I say go for it. You'd be paying bills faster than working in a stuffy office behind some desk where you need to kiss ass to get a decent salary." Cassidy blurted out her words and Dee giggled nodding along telling Bree this is the best way in making fast money.
Bree listened while her eyes took in the view, the bright lights, the stage, the intimidating dance poles, and smaller stages with poles on several areas of the floor. Her heart was beating faster, her hands were getting clammy, and her mind went back to Hazel and the bills stacking up on her bedside table.
She groaned and finally took a deep breath before she said, "So, how do I audition?"
Bree had spent the whole morning with Hazel before she dropped her off at the daycare. Then she spent over two hours at her lawyer's office wanting to push her cheating ex-husband into paying her full alimony and child support. But then she was hit with new demand, her ex wanted joint custody should she ask for child support. "But that's not what the outcome of the divorce settlement is, it's all written on paper how can he do this?" but Bree knows there's nothing her sleazy husband wouldn't do to make sure she didn't get anything from him. The small amount of alimony barely covered all her basic needs and all her friends had shunned her when she was portrayed as an incompetent wife who couldn't keep her husband from straying. The money she kept from her parents' inheritance had almost gone for paying her unqualified lawyers when she went up against her ex-husband, Everett. The moment she reached her car she almost had a panic attack, her chest was heavy, and she had a hard ti
Since Bree got back from Babes and picked up Hazel from the daycare her mind was a bit at ease knowing that she'll be having a supposedly lucrative job. It made her want to start shaking her ass and pay all her bills. Next on her list was finding a better apartment for Hazel and herself since she was a bit worried every time she looked at the black stain on the living room ceiling. Hazel is a healthy four-year-old toddler and Bree intended to keep her that way. They were having their breakfast before she was scheduled to take her to the daycare. Bree already asked Mrs. Mancini to babysit Hazel again tonight. Bree really needs to find a way for her kid to have someone take care of her every night. For the time being, she told Mrs. Mancini, that she got a waitressing job at a bar, filling out the excuse for her to leave Hazel with Mrs. Mancini every night. But Bree wanted a better option, thinking she should let go of the daycare since she's not going to start working until five in t
Bree had to remember the two videos before she rested her backpack on the chair and moved closer to her future boss. He had shifted to the sofa for her to have a proper space for the dance.She was glad that she was wearing her skirt and top instead of her skinny jeans. And she still kept her distance while he scrolled his phone and connected it to the Bluetooth surround system he had installed in his office. Her smile widens when she lets the rhythm of 'Familiar by Liam Payne' thump the baseline, and Bree starts moving her hips, swinging to the beats.She dipped low, her hands wrapped around her body, she twirled seductively and looked at him lazily. Her eyes hooded while she slowly unbuttoned her top. Bree smiled at him, biting her lower lip when she stepped between his legs and lower her chest teasing him the second her top was off and she offered him her bra-covered tits.The thought of doing this was millions of miles away, but there she was, moving erotically teasing the handsom
Gage watched Bree from his office window, he should've gone home by now but his eyes were still fixed on the new girl. She's too beautiful to be wearing lingerie and dancing for strangers. But he didn't want to scare her away by trying to have her for himself. He had a feeling she was still too fresh from her divorce.Bree was building her life back up and he didn't want to discourage her effort. He knows he's not perfect and after his lovely wife, he didn't even know if he was strong enough for a relationship.Gage rolled up his sleeves, put his suit jacket on the crook of his arm then looked at his gold wristwatch showing him it was already one in the morning. The boss man decided to come out of hiding and go back home. But Rocco greeted him and invited him for a glass of scotch, he agreed thinking the man had something on his mind."I heard that she did the interview." The bartender emphasized the word interview with a hint of a smile on his face.Gage knows that the girls talk and
Last night was definitely a new experience for Bree, though she couldn't stop the feeling that she was being watched. She did think maybe Gage was the one who watches her, but then Rocco said the boss man was telling him that since it's Bree's first week they will all keep an eye on her. "Gage thinks it's your girl next door type of look, he didn't want you to be taken advantage of." Rocco shrugged while giving Bree a glass of water when she was on her break from dancing. Jade and Bree also talked last night, they exchanged phone numbers and she invited her over to Jade's apartment before they start working today. Bree was happy to know that Jade actually lives five blocks away from her crappy apartment. But first thing first, she was going to take Hazel to buy a new toy. Yep, Bree made a hundred dollars last night minus her expenses, yeah, she actually gets to bring money home on her first day. Jojo had reminded her to pay the house fee and tips for the bartender and security, and
It has been a week since Bree became a dancer at Babes. The girls love her, Jojo hasn't complained and Rocco said she's learning fast. But the boss man, Gage, was not at all pleased with her progress, he still couldn't quite shake off the feelings he had deep in his gut towards his new dancer. That early morning it was pouring hard after closing time when Gage heard a curse from the entrance of the club. It was Bree, and she was talking to Elvis about her car that won't start. Gage knows he should not get involved but he couldn't help himself and offered her a lift back to her place. Elvis looked a bit stunned, his boss had never done that before. And Gage was fully aware that he shouldn't have offered her. He could easily tell Rocco to drop her off but he was on vacation with his girlfriend, Dee.Gage didn't trust the younger bartender and all the other girls had gone home because she was held up by Jojo for administrative purposes. Bree looked real frustrated with her car, even El
Three days later Bree was still dancing at Babes, she still takes home a good amount of money and she managed to pay another bill. But she was stacking another debt at Babes for her car, though Jojo mentioned that she has six months of an installment payment to which she can absolutely manage to cover with what she makes at the club and still pay her other bills on time. But she really wanted to be debt-free, she liked the thought of saving her money for Hazel instead of thinking about what bill to pay first each time she gathered enough money for payment. Hazel was doing better, her fever had gone down but Bree still worries. She knows she needed money and she knows Mrs. Mancini was good at what she does. Bree made a mental note to give her a bonus in the next couple of weeks. She really needs to thank her for all that she'd done for both of them. But that same day when she was taking a break and talking to Jojo in her corner little office, Bree checked on her phone and her body s
The next day Jojo had rotated Bree's schedule, she managed to give her two days off and that's all she needs. She was still new, she didn't want to get cut because she was unable to work for two straight days. And those two days were all she needed since Hazel was discharged the next day.At least she was only paying for a one-day private room, her little girl was a bit cranky the next day saying she wanted to sleep in her bed. Late that afternoon after Bree signed off on her hospital administration and got Hazel's prescription, she saw Gage by Hazel's bed with another teddy bear almost as big as her daughter.No... Bree thought to herself, she didn't need to have Gage getting closer to her daughter. She didn't want Hazel to go through another separation process. Her little sunshine gave her thousands of questions when she realized her dad wasn't going to live with them again. The questions tire her already numbed feelings and she didn't need another one where Hazel might eventually t