babygirl. // ZoeWDW

two

I get out the car and hurry inside, as I check my phone I sigh of relief. Fifteen minutes early. Just like how I wanted to. I walk in more, the light are very dim. A deep purple, red palette carcasses the walls, painted with tints of pink and a hotter version. Some blacks and blues in areas, especially the stage. While everything was dark, the stage was front and center, with one silver, glistening pole cemented from the ground up.

I hold my purse tightly, feeling my lungs tighten. I could see a hallway with so many doors, it seem to go on for miles, as well as a spiral, clear stair case in a corner.

"Miss May Morrison." a deep, accented voice speaks behind me, I turn around and look at the tall man in front of me. His hair is well gelled but not gelled back, just gelled to stay in place. Though I could see a stubborn curl, it must drive him crazy. His deep blue eyes pierced into my skin, like he was going to kill me with one look too much.

"Yes." I squeak out. I can see a playful smirk dance across his lips. I had forgotten that I put my full name on the job application. After I called the number on the flier and gave them my email, they sent me the application, odd really.

"Follow me, love." He walks away, his British accent invaded my ears like music. Very soothing. I follow him, "I am Christopher Blaine." He sits at a desk. I assume it's his office as he takes no time to make himself comfortable. It's aesthetic seemed different from the rest of the place. Much more blue than red, more black than purple. The colors that seemed to hide pop out infront of me, "I am the owner of White Stain. Where all men's fantasies come true."

Mr. Blaine holds his title well as he leans back and continues, "Where the famous, world wide known stripping goddess, Roxie, works for. Now, tell me, what makes you live up to our high standards?"

It's already harder to speak than I thought. I'm already unprepared.

"I . . ." My mouth feels dry.

"You do know who she is, correct?Going into the stripping world, I assumed you'd have some knowledge, or experience." That smirk dances on his lips once more, as he can already tell how uneducated I really am.

"No sir, I do not." I say, quietly, placing my hands in my lap.

"Tell me, have you given a lap dance?"

I shake my head.

"Ever gotten drunk and danced with men?"

I shake my head once more, then only person I have gotten drunk with is my Aunt, but that was on accident.

"Have you ever even danced on a pole?" Mr. Blaine finds this humorous.

"No sir."

He can't contain himself and bursts out laughing. I wait silently for him to stop.

"You are golden. Why would you waltz yourself into a five star strip club with your little baby face thinking you'll get the job on the spot?"

I don't know whether I should lie or just tell the truth.

"I need the money. I saw the flier. I thought maybe it wouldn't be so hard." I can't get any louder. My voice is so quiet, he leans forward to hear me.

"Have you ever even had sex?" His voice is low.

"I haven't, I had a boyfriend but it didn't last long."

The room is quite for a good ten minutes.

"Tell you what." He leans back again, running a hand through his hair, "I find you interesting."

I'm caught off guard once again, "What?"

"I mean, a virgin coming in to give herself away to random horny men in a club? For money? You don't even know what industry you're getting into. You're diving ass first." He's right. I have no idea what I'm doing.

"My mother. She needs the money. We do. She thinks I'm applying for a coffee shop. Sir, I have to get this job, it's all I have. I cant keep begging for loans. Her medical bills are so long. We're in debt. We're going to lose our apartment. I'll do anything to get this job."

There's silence again as he studies me. I'm scared that he'll reject me. That I'll go home and have nothing good to bring back to my mom. That she'll be disappointed, that we'll be homeless. So many thoughts making my head spin.

"You've got the job." He strokes his chin as my jaw drops, "Just, come early tomorrow morning, yea? I'll have Roxie give you a routine. Perform it the next night and prove to me that you've really got what it takes."

I breathe of relief and hold back breaking down of happiness, I stand up, "Thank you, Mr. Blaine. You won't regret it, I promise."

"I hope not." He stands up and holds out his hand, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss May Morrison."

"Oh, just Claire is fine. May is my middle name, I accidentally put that down as well." I gently shake his hand. I feel like I have baby doll hands when my hand is in his.

"Miss Morrison." I guess he doesn't feel comfortable using my first name, that is alright.

I walk out of the office and call another car to come pick me up. I really got it. I can't believe it. It wouldn't set in. I am over the moon. I could finally pay for my mom and me. Though I feel like I will still need another job, just encase I mess up and can't do stripping anymore.