FOR MY EYES ONLY
BRIDGET
I look around the nearly deserted parking lot while I gather up my courage before going inside. Nothing looks quite as sad as a strip club in the light of day. I know as soon as the sun goes down it’s going to be packed with loud music filtering out into the crowded parking lot and the neon signs all lit up, but right now it looks desolate and rundown.
Looking at my phone, I realize I have five minutes to get my ass inside. I have a job interview with the manager and being late would not look good. I take a deep, steadying breath. I can do this, I tell myself. So what if I’m a virgin applying for a stripper position? It’s not like you can actually tell I have a hymen just by looking at me. I can fake sexy. I can make this work. My only other option is minimum wa
