Mystery Girl

Chapter 1

"Quinn, get your ass out here. We're going to be late for work."

"I'm coming; just give me a second."

As usual, Quinn was taking forever to get ready for work as Brittany was finishing her coffee anxiously. The girls lived together in a small, two-bedroom apartment in New York City. They couldn't afford anything big and didn't want to live in a dorm, so they settled for a simple apartment. It wasn't their ideal living situation, but it would do for now.

"Okay, I'm ready, Britt. Let's go."

"Finally. I swear if Kurt screams at us again for being late, I'm blaming it all on you."

"Whatever you say, Brittany."

The girls walked out of their apartment building to the bustling streets of the city on a Friday evening at six. Most people were getting out of work, but the two girls were just now heading to start their night shift.

They took the subway all the way to the club. It was a relatively simple route, thankfully, because Brittany sucks at using the subway. She finds maps just as confusing as recipes and can never figure out which line she needs to take. Walking at a quick pace that eventually turned into a light jog, the girls hurried to get to work.

"Ladies, nice of you to show up," A man with purple pants and a white button-down with one too many buttons undone said.

"We're so sorry, Kurt. Little Ms. 'I need my hair to be perfect' here took forever. It won't happen again," Brittany said with an eye roll.

The girls headed to the back of the club to get ready for the evening. It was a Friday, which meant it was going to be super busy. Probably the usual bachelor party, 21st birthday, and a gal's night out. Most people assumed Brittany and Quinn hated their jobs, having to dance for others in minimal to no clothing, but they both enjoyed it actually. Brittany liked any chance to perform and dance for an audience, and Quinn loved to sing and be praised for her unique voice. The blondes were a dynamic duo that people just couldn't get enough of.

The club had just opened a little over 40 minutes ago, and it was getting full. As predicted, there was the bachelor party of some dude probably named Brad or Chad and his whole posse. They were loud and obnoxious and very drunk. And then there was a birthday going on for some girl who's friends were already very wasted. They seemed to be in their early 20s and most likely went to college in the city. The club was also filled with other groups of random people who appeared to be there for a fun Friday night out, hot girls, and drinks.

Quinn was already performing for the bachelor party as Brittany finished getting ready. She was wearing a black and red lacy bra with a skirt, which most people wouldn't even consider a skirt it was so short. She had on black underwear that had absolutely no purpose as they didn't really cover much. Her hair was down in light curls that barely passed her shoulders.

Kurt walked up to Brittany and instructed her on what to do. "Brittany, the birthday girl is requesting a lap dance. You're up." Without any argument, Brittany walked over to the party of around ten girls.

"Good evening, ladies. Is everybody having a good time?" Brittany asked as she scanned the group of girls to try and identify the birthday girl. The girls just nodded and smiled as Brittany circulated them all.

"Well, that's good. So who's the birthday girl?" Brittany said with a husky voice, making quick eye contact with each woman.

"That would be her," One of the girls pointed at a short Latina with beautiful caramel skin. She was wearing a tight red dress that left little to the imagination. Her hair draped over her shoulders, effortlessly in beautiful curls. The short woman waved at Brittany, revealing her gorgeous smile. Brittany was starstruck but had to keep things professional, so erased all dirty thoughts from her mind.