The Red Lounge ~Spencer Reid x Reader ~

Wait No More

(Y/n) finds a flyer at her day job promising enough money to not only make ends meet, but even earn her some savings...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPZcCdrcru0

At 4:30 am that Monday morning, I dragged myself out of bed and slipped into a pair of black legging like dress pants and a red front tie shirt. Tossing my work apron into a bag, I grabbed a jean jacket just in case I found it cold, which was most likely not about to happen, and slipped my feet into my converse. Though stylish, they were also the most comfortable pair of shoes I had that wouldn't slip on the floors of the coffee house. Slipping my phone, charger, and headphones into the bag, I grabbed my keys and locked my door, hopping down the stairs of my apartment to the doors that lead to the outside.Since it was only just after 5, it was still dark, and I was almost about to turn around and go back into the house when Derek's truck pulled up and he waved from the driver's side window. I waved back and rushed over to the truck. I noticed the baby seat in the back moments before I opened the door and I carefully opened it and slid in as quietly as I could, closing the door with a quiet click as I did.

Derek nodded in greeting and pulled away from the curb, heading off towards the city. "How was the rest of your weekend?" He asked quietly, and I nodded, my eyes flicking to the mirror to see Hank was fast asleep. "Don't worry about him, he's out like a light." I nodded and smiled.

"Good, I went looking for some cars but they are crazy expensive here!" I threw my hands up in exasperation. "Everything is more expensive here." Derek nodded in sympathy.

"Yea, the city is great, but the prices... not so much." You nodded furiously in agreement.

The rest of the ride was filled with quiet music from the radio, both of us comfortable in the silence as I watched with rapt attention as the city came closer into view, seeing everything I normally wouldn't see when I was driving. When we finally breached the city, my eyes flicked up to check on the baby again to see his little eyes open and staring at the buildings outside. How strange it must be to be a child in a city. You go to sleep, and then you wake up and suddenly you're in a bustling metropolis like DC. Must be scary. Then again, being a child right now anywhere must be strange. I was very okay with my 90s kid childhood, no matter how brief it may have been.

Derek pulled up to the coffee shop at just past 5:45, giving me plenty of time to get in to work early. Thanking him profusely and quietly, I closed the door just as gently and hopped down from the truck and made my way up to the metal grate, ducking under it and knocking on the door, alerting my coworker to my arrival. Derek waited until I was inside, and gave him a quick wave before he drove off, turning in the direction of the hospital.

The day went by so fast that when I checked my phone again, it was just past 3, and my double shift was nearly over. Not only did I get time and half, but I also got to have a thirty minute break, which I readily took the second my manager said I could. Cup of coffee in hand and a sandwich made by Steve in the back, I curled up in a corner and tucked in. There's a feeling when coffee hits that certain spot in your soul that is simultaneously the best and worst feeling in the world. It lulls you into a state of such comfort, then smacks you with caffeine, and that's what gives you a second wind.

My eyes had just opened from this blissful moment when I spied the young woman posting up a flyer on the billboard. What caught my attention though, was the little tags on the bottom with a phone number, and the word in bright white letters "HIRING!" Curiosity getting the best of me, I stood a few moments after she left and read the flyer. What I saw made me both extremely excited at the possibility of easy money, but also terrified at what it could mean.

"HIRING! 18+
The Red Lounge. Flexible Hours, Nights preferred, $23 an hour, plus additional for each class. Professional Submissive."

I looked to both sides of me, making sure no one was watching before I pulled a tab for myself and stuffed it into my pocket. Just then, the timer on my break went off, and I was required to clock back in. All but forgetting about the flyer, I returned to work, hurrying to help with a rush that had formed just before my break had ended.