<a href=http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/80885205/Kiah+Victoria+KV1.jpg>I</a> pulled up in front of the large building, adorned with dark LED lights. The parking lot was being swept by a young boy in Jordan's. He couldn't have been much older than me. I tightened the strap on my purse and walked towards the door apprehensively. It had come down to this. I didn't have another option. I knocked softly on the door at first... only for it not to be answered. The boy that was sweeping approached and hit the door loudly with his hand flat. I jumped, startled and looked at him. He tossed me a smirk and went back to sweeping. The door opened and <a href=http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/blog/090928/nelly-300x400.jpg>he</a> stood there, looking me up and down.
"...Who referred you?" He asked.
I put my hair behind my ear and parted my lips to say something but nothing came out. I shrugged. He studied me once more and looked me dead in the eye.
"Name?" He asked.
"Veronica... I go by Ronnie." I said softly.
He opened the door wider for me to come in, so I did. I hadn't ever been to one of these places, I'd only heard about them... saw them in movies. I looked around wondrously, and heard the giggles of females arriving and leaving, all of them carrying gym bags. I studied their curves and looked down at myself.
"What you here for..." He asked, dismissively. His eyes didn't dance in my direction, as he strolled casually beside me, checking out everything on the floor - making sure nothing was out of place.
He stopped suddenly and I did too.
"...I need a job," I said, searching his face.
He snickered. "So go to the mall and fill out applications, sweetheart. This isn't something for your resume,"
"I understand that," I said, shaking my head. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't need to be. I need a job," I said, pleading with my eyes.
He scratched his face, as he ruminated. He pointed to the bar. "You start there," He said, before he began to walk.
"I was hoping to dance!" I called after him.
He shook his head, "We'll see,"
I exhaled, and dropped my bag on the floor before the DJ put on some music. I looked around and sat down on one of the bar stools. Well... at least I had a job.