CHAPTER 2

In Tricia's mind, she has no other choice but to sacrifice her dignity in case she can't get a decent job. Using her cellphone, she searched for possible nearby resto-bars hiring in their area, and discovered some of them were hiring female prostitutes. She chatted with a granny named Glenda, who was offering a huge tip to her employees based on the extra service they gave to the customer. They had a very long discussion before she decided to go to the resto-bar which is one ride away from her home.

The next day, Tricia brought her bio-data and wore her black dress, revealing her white legs and shoulders to impress Ms. Glenda. She also exerted an effort to make-up her face, put on red lipstick to match her outfit, and then bathed herself in cheap perfume. She carried her pink bag with a green pattern design that contained her coin purse, handkerchief, and cellphone. She folded her bio-data in half and put it in her bag. Before leaving, she fed her sick father and promised him that she would return as soon as possible.

As soon as Tricia stepped outside her house, many perverted men were like magnets who could not take their malicious eyes off of her. Some of them even whistle at her as if she were a dog. Many women also glared at her, thinking she was a whore. Tricia paid no attention to her unfriendly and judgmental neighbors. She just continued walking with her chin up.

She rode a Jeep and later arrived in Malate, Manila, where she saw that many resto-bars had hiring signs hanging on their doors. She explored the area until she came across Glenda's resto-bar, which resembles an old house made of wood and glass windows. She knocked, and an old, petite woman of 45 years of age, wearing a sexy blue dress and heavy make-up, opened the door.

The old woman crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Tricia from bottom to top of her body. "Are you going to apply here?" she asked with a cheerful fake smile.

Tricia gave an anxious smile at the old woman's scary facial expression. "Ah... yes, I would like to apply for any available job here."

The old woman stepped back and widened the opening of the wooden door. "Come in, I am the owner of this resto-bar and I will be conducting your interview!"

Tricia came in and rolled her eyes around the area. It was a bit dark inside, but the ray of the sun's light coming from the outside enabled her to see the round tables surrounded by chairs, the disco ball above the ceiling, and plenty of alcohol in the bar area.

The old woman went to a corner near the bar to turn on the lights. She sat in the chair and offered Tricia a seat in front of her. "Come here so we can start your interview, beautiful lady."

Tricia pulled out a chair and sat in front of the old woman. As soon as she was seated, she took her pink handbag and gave her bio-data to her.

The old woman took it and read it in silence before speaking again. "Based on your bio-data, your name is Tricia, and you only finished high school," said the old woman who was perusing her bio-data.

Tricia's forehead glistened in sweat. "I am... but as far as I know, you accept high school graduates, is that correct?"

The old woman put down Tricia's bio-data and turned to face her. She spoke calmly, and Tricia's nervousness vanished into thin air. "Actually, your bio-data is useless since I don't own a company. All I need is you and, of course, your sexy body to entice customers and bring them here," she then raised her eyebrows at Tricia. "I am certain that you already knew the nature of your job. Is that right?"

"Indeed Madam, I am well aware of the job I am applying for," answered Tricia who flew a frustrated breath.

"Your salary depends on how many customers you bring here and the extra service you provide them. The more customers you bring, the more money you earn. Is it fine with you? I'm sure you read everything in my post before you came here, Tricia."

Tricia gave Glenda a wide smile. "Yes, I am totally fine with that. By the way, isn't your name Glenda, Madam?"

Glenda nodded. "Yes, you're right. Tell me something about your life first. It's better if I know a little bit about you!"

"No problem, I don't have any other family besides my father who refrain from talking when my mom died a long time ago due to a car accident," Tricia exhaled and fought back her tears before speaking again. "Actually, I was the one he was blaming for my mom's unfortunate passing... I was a kid back then, recklessly crossing the street while my mom was busy buying me an ice cream, and then a van passed by, and she pushed me away before it hit me, and she was the one who died.

Glenda could no longer hold her tongue and interrupted her. "Did you consult a doctor?"

"I did, but his doctor told me he was severely traumatized, and the therapy for his condition is quite expensive. In my case, only a miracle can cure his disease."

Glenda could feel her anguish in the tone of her voice and gave a grimaced facial expression. "I feel so sorry for you, Tricia. Do you have a boyfriend, husband, or children?"

"None. I am not yet ready for that, Madam."

Glenda put her elbow on the table and rested her hand on her chin. "Honestly, you have a nice look and a slim body. Have you ever flirted with anyone?"

"Actually, I have a lover who is obsessed with me, although I admit that he is not my ideal man."

"That's good to know, so let me be honest with you, and I hope you don't take it the wrong way: are you still a virgin?"

Tricia was gasping in shock at Glenda's too vulgar question. She bowed her head and answered in a firm voice to prove she was telling the truth. "Yes, I am... never been touched and never been kissed!"

Glenda was pleasantly surprised to hear her response. "It has been a long time since I met someone like you; we will undoubtedly earn a lot with your fresh body," Ms. Glenda said as she shook Tricia's hand. "Congratulations, you've been accepted and can start tonight!"

Tricia gave an appreciative grin as they shook their hands. "Thank you very much, Ma'am Glenda. Can you elaborate more about my job?"

"Aside from flaunting your body and seducing the customers, you will also serve beer to them. You should look presentable and attractive, so they will give you a tip that you must give to me. But in your case, I have a customer who is looking for a virgin girl like you. His offer is 200 dollars. Of course, I own 85 percent of it, and the rest is yours! Take it or leave it?"

Tricia accepted Glenda's offer due to her being stupid and gullible. "That is a great deal. In fact, I have never handled that much money in my entire life. What time is my duty time and what will I wear?" she wondered.

"It's simple, our resto-bar opens at 7:30 pm. So you have to be here at the bar by 6:30 p.m. We have many competing resto-bars nearby, so you need to wear an outfit like that outside and aggressively invite guys to come here," explained Glenda.

"I will take note of that, Madam," Tricia replied.

"Before anything else, let me remind you of some things I hate the most. First, don't be late, or else you will be considered absent. Second, I also don't want to hear you insulting your customers. Just let them touch your body as long as they pay for it."

"Don't worry, I am not a sensitive person. Thank you very much again for accepting me. I am glad that there is no discrimination here, unlike at the other companies I applied to!"

"Well, consider me your good angel. As long as you satisfy your customer and they pay me well, I'll give you a big bonus." Glenda said excitedly. She leaned towards Tricia and lowered her voice. "Your first customer is a billionaire, so take this chance and let him f*cked you like there is no tomorrow. Watch p*rns so you know how to make him happy as well. Guys like girls who know how to ride their d*ck," she advised.

Tricia took this opportunity to ask Glenda for a small favor. "Before I leave, can I ask for some food? My father doesn't have anything to eat at home anymore. I'm ashamed to ask for help from other people. Sorry, you can deduct it from my salary if you want!"

Glenda took her blue purse from her pocket and gave Tricia $5 out of pity. "I feel sorry for you, Tricia... life has been so difficult for you, and I am grateful to be able to help you, even in small ways... you made the right decision to swallow your pride and sell your body."

Tricia tearfully accepted the money from Ms. Glenda, who sent her home immediately so she could take care of her sick father. Before going home, she bought food for her father and arrived at her home before lunch.