Charity stood outside the bar in a dress so short she had to wear shorts underneath it. Any sudden movements she would be proving directly to the world that amidst her waist-length red hair and full pink lips she was a girl. What was she doing here? She wondered, shutting her eyes tight she struggled to propel her legs forward but they stayed rooted to the front of the bar, all until...
"Get out of the way" a deep voice resounded behind her and she couldn't help but jump out of the pavement, staggering to the side she turned around to see what she was blocking. There were several guys in black coats but one stood out above the rest. He was obviously the boss and the rest of his bodyguards, she thought to herself. She couldn't see his face, of course, she was a five-four woman that normally stood at most people's shoulders so it didn't come as a surprise when she was still struggling to remain at eye level even in these six-inch heels.
At least they got her feet moving, as she got to the entrance where the bouncers stood she gave him a confident smile and winked at him, just as her friend told her to. "Just smile, you're pretty they always let pretty girls enter, make sure you wear something slutty though. They won't let you otherwise."
But the bouncer just kept staring at her with a serious expression it was difficult to stand there in that sleeveless backless dress she was wearing. "If they still do not let you in because you can appear quite plain then tell them Anne's with you."
"Which is it? I'm I pretty or plain?"
"Don't try to sass me, I'm trying to help you bitch. Just do as I tell you."
Charity drew in a long breath, well what did she expect after coming here with free ,makeup, she had no money nor skills when it came to applying makeup. So she walked into a department store and talked the woman to give her a makeover on the promise of bringing another friend to only her stand. "I guess she didn't buy it much as I thought, or maybe she is not that good" she muttered to herself.
"I'm with Anne."
"Can I see ID?" They said together and her eyes widened, "what did you say?"
"Nothing! Here, legal and able to go into the bar."
"It's a club." He said pointedly and she nodded her hair vigorously.
"Totally, club got that. Can I go in now?"
"Sure" he said, unhooking the barricade and stepping aside for her to pass. As she did she pulled out her phone and instantly began to dial up Anne's phone number. She couldn't wait to get out of this dress, and into the waitress outfit. But like the newbie she was she didn't realise how futile it was calling someone in a bar where you couldn't even hear yourself think.
Charity frowned, flinching as she walked, God! This could honestly, make people deaf. How did some people manage to come here often, and those that work here? They couldn't even be drunk for this. Charity was lost for what to do. How does she find Anne in this place? It was so dark and loud and people kept bumping into her, sweaty sticky people. Again why the hell did people come to bars?! Clubs, clubs, it's a club. She corrected herself.
Suddenly someone grabbed her waist and pulled her backwards to themselves and Charity found herself in a panic, her short arms flaying she elbowed the person, spinning around to administer more damage if need be but all she turned to see was her friend doubled over and groaning.
"Oh my goodness, Anne!"
"Damn it Charity!" Anne groaned, "why the hell would you do that?"
Charity gave her a blank stare, "uh... you came at me from behind?"
"It's a club Charity, loosen up, stuff like this happens are you going to go around hitting people all night?"
"Uh..." another blank stare "if need be yes. Can you please take me to change already, I hate this short dress in this hot place. It gives the wrong ideas, I have caught more than one guy giving me disgusting eyes."
"Seriously? loosen the fuck up" Charity rolled her eyes, "you might find your significant other tonight."
"In a bar? Hell no, if he is someone that comes to bars then he is not my significant other."
"And you say you aren't your father's daughter" Anne scoffed as she lead Charity away from the blaring music.
"I am not my father's daughter!"
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"You want me to wear that?!" Charity almost screamed.
"What? You said you wanted something that covered your skin, this does."
"Are you joking? Being sarcastic? How is this any better than what I am wearing? It is spandex with holes in the chest and butt area. What exactly is the point of the bodysuit if I have to expose my underwear?"
"Honey," another woman said, "you don't wear it with underwear."
And Charity's jaw dropped the moment she turned to see the woman, being the short girl she was her eyes were levelled with the woman's naked and bouncing boobs. What the-! She only wore those nipple pads on her nipples and Charity was sure that was the same case as well.
Turning to Anne she made sure she hid no emotion, her displeasure was obvious, written on her face as clear as day.
"What do you want from me? I don't what else to do for you. You said you wanted to work in the club."
"Yeah, doing what you do, making drinks behind the bar not parading me like a prostitute!" the room suddenly went silent and Charity lifted her hands to her mouth, "no offence."
The woman just gave her a shrug and continued to apply makeup and those god-awful unholy clothes. "Is she good at making drinks?" An older woman walked up to them.
"Yes, I am, I have a license and I work at a bar every other day," Charity said.
"Okay fine, I'll let you work in the bar but you will have one hour to prove yourself or you are out." She said and Charity was nodding her head vigorously.
"But Fiona you said you wanted twelve girls out in the VIP lounge tonight, we are a girl short." The woman from earlier said.
"Anne can do it, she has been begging to go out there for a while now hasn't she?"