At such a supple young age to be so jaded, Gwen made her way into her uniform for the umpteenth time, knowing she would get ogled by every man who walked into her place of business. Before hand, under the occupation of exotic dancer, the amount of money she had been paid had allowed the guilt she felt by the lustful gazes falling onto her to subside to her feet. But now, she knew it wasn’t worth minimum wage-but at least she had been on her own two feet while making an honest living. As she wrapped the apron around her back and then returned it to her front to tie into a bow, the sound of incoming steps could be heard moving towards the locker room. She knew better than to be alone with her new boss, who didn’t even hide the fact he had been eyeing her since the day she had walked in. Whe
