Flint is a 24 year - old man living in a cheap apartment together with his bed ridden father. He works as a barista at a coffee shop in town and he really brews a good cup of coffee

He is soon-to-be medical student and sustains himself and his father by brewing coffee for his customers from 5 to 7 pm.

He works there 6 days a week and the money is enough only to pay their rent. He knows that his med school will never be a walk in a park so he decided to look for another job, a high paying one if possible.

He saw a flyer with written 'Wanted: Bartender' pasted on a brick wall one time when he was heading home from work. He decided to give it a try and went on the address written on the paper. The address led him to an alley with a seems like a hidden door. Beer bottles were scattered on the ground and the walls are screaming in colors of grafitti.

Upon entering, he found the place empty except for the lit-up stage in the middle and a counter filled with countless liquor. He then took a seat in front of it and roamed his eyes when a woman in his early 20's came to get a bottle of whiskey

She asked for his name, made Flint stand up, eyed him up and down, and slowly walked around him, playing the liquor on the glass.

"Hmmmm, not bad," she said as she continued to check him out while sipping her drink.

"Excuse me?" Flint asked

"You know how this works, right?" she asked, ignoring his question

Flint looked puzzled. He's here to apply to be a bartender. Or that's what he thought.

"What do you mean? I think I met the wrong person. Where's the one I talked through the phone?"

"Oh, Sabby's not here, and we already have a bartender...just hired this morning. Maybe Sabby forgot to tell you. Sorry" she explained, but looking distracted at the man's bulking muscles against his tight shirt.

"But I think I got one more spot for people like you. Come"

She commanded, walking towards a room behind those thick curtains. Flint didn't even protested as he needed some extra cash.

"I'm Henley by the way. Missed out the introductions. What is your name again?"

She asked while walking the narrow hallway with rooms left and right.

"My name is Flint and where the hell are you taking me Henley?"

She didn't answer and stopped at the end of the room instead. With eagerness seen in her eyes, she opened the curtain.

Inside was a dark blue walled room, with an elegant bedroom at the center and a cabinet at the side.

Henley welcomed him in. Flint took an overall look in the room and still is clueless.

"Why here?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"Do you need money? Do you want new shoes? New jeans? New shirt? New everything?" she asked with such enthusiasm

Flint's answer is yes to all of Henley's questions. The place wasn't that bad, he thought. Whatever job Henley offers, he decided to accept it, he concluded. A lot of things was in Flint's mind that time. He wanted to have a job, a high paying one, in order for him and his father to live and for his studies. He decided to take the job, no matter what that is.

"Of course I want all of that. Is this job gonna make everything new to me?"

"Honey, you'll get more than enough and you're lucky to fit this job. It requires a physical category, you see" she explained

"What will I exactly do in this job?"

"You'll be a stripper, honey"