Once I finally have the energy to get out of bed, I have another shower. It's night now and I should be tracking Luca but he's long gone now.
I decide I need a job. I have one in mind but I'm not sure it's a good idea. I get dressed in the suitable clothing.
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A gay strip club.
I sigh and grab my keys and phone, along with my wallet and go to my car. I open the door and put my seatbelt on. I close the door and start the car, driving away.
I drive to the strip club and turn off the car. *bing* My phone goes and I take it out of my pocket.
Bold of you. Put on a show ;)
I gasp as I remember the tracker. I need to push through, I need to money. I get out and lock my car, walking to the entrance. I throw my stuff into one of the lockers and enter the strip club. The music is blaring.
Dancers are dancing and grinding on poles. Not gonna lie I was a little bit horny. I go to the bar tender and sit down.
"What can I get for you?" He asks. "I was actually wondering if there were any job offerings?" I smile. "Ah! You're in the right place. I'm Jordan, the Manager here. Lucky for you there is one offering but 4 people are already here to trial for it tonight," he says, smirking. "Trial?" I ask.
"You gotta price yourself tonight, you have to dance. You up for it?" He asks. "Of course," I smirk.
"Come with me," he instructs. I follow him into a room and he throws me some boxers. Calvin Klein. "Your gonna be the sweat guy," he decides. He throws me some Calvin Klein sweatpants and I smirk.
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