Perion dragged herself to the club, on time, despite several lethargic attempts at getting dressed. The instant she entered the dressing room where a dozen girls were preparing themselves, the boss appeared.
“Thorn, come out to the office, I’d like to talk to you,” he said.
Silently, she followed him to his office and made herself at home in one of the chairs parked in front of his desk. She glanced at his calendar. A picture of a pig wearing a policeman’s uniform gaily asked ‘How’s your pork?’ She looked away from it and at him.
“What’s up,” she asked.
“An anonymous customer asked for a lap dance from you. He’s willing to pay a thousand dollars.”
Perion was stunned. “Lap dances weren’t part of my job description when you hired me. I agreed to be a Virgin, not a Thumper.”
“I know, but he took a liking to you and asked for this one time special favor. Come on, you’ll be taking away six hundred bucks.”
“I don’t care if I’d be taking away six thousand bucks. I’m not doing it. You told me I wouldn’t be one of the lap dancers when I came in. Tell that bigwig to find another girl.”
The boss sighed. “I hate pulling rank on you, little girl, but I will. I already told him you’d do it. If you don’t, you’re fired. I know you can’t afford to be fired just yet, not to mention how pissed off Blaine would become. Do it or walk, it’s your choice.”
Perion stood and angrily spat, “All right, you fucking blood sucker, I’ll do it. Just this once.” And without a smart comeback she stupidly blurt, “But if you EVER volunteer me without checking first, I’ll walk and spread around how you cheat the receipts.”
The boss smiled, and then laughed out loud. “I love you, too.”