The man on the end of the line // L.T

"What are we doing!"

I hold the card in my hands and flip it front to back.

"Call the god damn number!" Hayley picks my phone up and thrusts it into my hand.

"I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't. I mean being sexy in person is different to when I'm hiding behind a phone!" I sigh.

I really want to be more confident this phone job has done just that but it's another story actually having to act all sexy in front of people.

"What if I need to be in skimpy underwear and slide down a pole? I don't know how to fucking pole dance?!" I throw the card on the floor and throw my hands up in there air.

"Right enough! I'm gonna call them, pretend to be you and just find out about this job" she picks the card up and starts punching the number into her phone.

I watch her as she waits for someone to answer.

                     Hayley's POV

I watch as Ella starts picking at her fingers, she gets terrible nerves. I don't know why she's the most beautiful girl I know. Her body is every mans dream, the hips, the bum and them legs. She should be oozing with confidence, I know I would if I was her. How she's managed to keep men off her is beyond me!

"Hello LT Exclusive hotels and clubs, How can I help?" The phone is answered by a lady with a very high pitched voice.

"Oh hey. Hi I was at one of the clubs last night and was handed a card? I called the number on the back. It's about maybe working for you" I ramble.

"Ok lovey. Is it for bar work or for dancing?"

"Oh Erm dancing. That's what it says on the card" I double check the card to make sure.

"Ok. I'll just pass you to the boss. He likes to deal with the dancing girls personally. Please hold a moment. Oh can I take your name?"

"Yes sure. Hay- sorry Ella. It's Ella" I shake my head and look over to Ella who's holding her hand over her mouth trying not to laugh.

I hold for what feels like hours, this boss definitely doesn't mind keeping people waiting.

"Ella?" Suddenly a strong northern accent bellows through the phone already sounding irritated by something. Even though he's on the other end of the phone I get the impression I should be nervous around him.

"Yes" I squeak.

"I would like to invite you to one of my clubs. Come for a night out and get a feel of what it means to work for me. It's not everyone's cup of tea so I can't be bothered to interview everyone until they've found out exactly what it's about. Got it?"

Oh wow. He is straight to the point, no fucking around.

"I guess I can come and visit. What club is it?" I whisper for some reason this man is making me so timid. I'm scared I might say something wrong.

"Exclusive M" He states.

"Ok"

"If you don't know it. Google it. See you tonight." He hangs up.

                      Ella's POV

She holds the phone out away from her ear and stares at it.

"Don't work there. He is an absolute cock" she puts her phone down on the table.

"What? Why!?" I whine. He can't be that bad.

"He's a prick! So fucking rude" she stands up and goes to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Well can't we just go? I wanna see the club. See what it's about. I don't have to take the job or go to the interview. Let's just get a good night out of it. Yeah?" I look at her and pout my lips.