Sugar

Part Six - The Interview

Warning: this is a steamy/erotic romance that contains descriptions of sexual activity.

Brit slipped into the red high heels Ms. Boward and stepped out of the stall.

"Almost," Ms. Boward thought out loud, "untuck the shirt and tie it, instead."

Brit thought the short skirt and heels look was already too much, but trusted Ms. Boward, anyway.

"And, don't forget... pigtails."

Brit shot her an are-you-kidding-me look.

"Trust me on this... it worked for me."

What the hell? Brit looked at her as if seeing her for the first time.

"There you go!" Ms. Boward snapped the final band around her hair and stepped back admiring her work, "like a wet dream," she laughed, "come with me."

Brit and Ms. Boward walked out of the restroom and crossed to a door that had "Manager" written on the door. Inside, Brit heard the unmistakable voices of men laughing.

"Wait here," Ms Boward shot her a look that made it clear that wasn't a request.

"Are you kidding me?" a man's voice said.

"No. I'm quitting. It's time for me to move on," Ms. Boward replied.

"Fuck! I've got two clients tonight. What the hell?" the man responded.

"Well, I might be able to help you out. I have a contact. But, she needs a job. No, a real job," Ms. Boward said.

The man said something Brit couldn't quite make out.

"So, fire someone! Look, do you need her or not?" Ms. Boward said.

"Is she any good?"

"Treat her well and find out."

Brit wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but she was starting to get the picture that this wasn't a typical job interview. She knew she needed the money... desperately needed it. There weren't a lot of jobs in this town and if she could get this one, it'd be a start. She needed a down payment on an apartment, she needed a steady paycheck, and she needed money in the bank as quickly as possible in order to satisfy the state.

Ms. Boward stepped out of the door and brushed an imaginary piece of lint off of Brit's shoulder.

"Honey, never forget who you are. A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do to survive, to make it in this world. But, one day, you will dig yourself out of this. One day... and you will lift your head up knowing nothing can hold you down forever. Be nice to the men, Brit. Don't do anything you don't want to do... but, remember your priorities," Ms. Boward paused, "now, knock 'em dead."

Brit stepped into the room. For the most part, it looked like an office, but larger. A man was on the phone.

"I don't know if we're on... she quit... yeah.... no... well, there might be a new girl.... not interested?.... sure..... okay, I'll let you know," the man hung up the phone, then turned, "fuck!"

"Hi! I'm Brit," Brit began.

The man looked her up and down, "we'll see about that."

What the fuck did he mean?

"Looking for a job, I hear?"

"Um, yes."

"Did she explain things to you?"

"Y-yes..." Brit stammered. She wasn't about to loose this job... that seemed like the right answer.

"Fine. Wait here, I have to go fire someone," the man left in a huff.