Nine In The Afternoon


Sitting at her desk, spinning slowly in her computer chair, the mousy, wavy haired brunette sighed. She stopped and rested her elbow on the desk, propping her head up in her hand, causing her glasses to go askew over her deep, almost liqueur coloured eyes . Sarah, the twenty-one-year-old receptionist of Gold’s law firm in Los Angeles. She’d been working there for nearly three years- since she’d graduated high school. With her free hand, she moved her hand to the mouse, her screen saver disappearing. She was thinking of taking a vacation, but she didn’t know where to. She just needed a change of scenery, desperately. She opened the internet and looked up travelling sites.
Maybe I won’t come back, she thought, maybe I’ll run away to New York City or something. She laughed lightly and closed the site. As she opened the next one, a pop-up caught her attention.

Sick of your life? Looking for something fresh? Something exciting?!

“Isn’t everyone?” Sarah mumbled.

Take an exhilarating vacation in Las Vegas, the city that never sleeps.

Sarah’s eyes widened and she grinned. That was how she would escape. Maybe running away wasn’t such a bad idea. What did she have to lose? She had nothing there for her. She closed the internet and raised a hand to her mouth quickly, thinking. She’d never done anything spontaneous before, maybe it was about time. She nodded, deciding, and stood up. Planning everything out in advance had done nothing but made her life boring and predictable. She needed this. She looked around the room for a second, then stalked across the room, picking up a box sitting between an old, ugly brown filing cabinet and a fake plant. Back to the desk, she began emptying out her belongings, little there were, into the box. She turned the computer off and walked over to her employer, Doug Gold’s office, and knocked lightly. She hoped he wouldn’t be too angry.

“Come in.” his gruff voice called. She opened the door slowly, peeking in.

“Sir,” she began nervously, “I-I’m quitting.”

He turned to face her from behind his desk, looking bored.

“Alright, if that’s what you want. It’s a shame to lose you Janie.”

“It’s Sarah.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Goodbye, sir.” Sarah left the office smiling, and took the elevator down to the parkade. Placing the box in the back seat of her rust, old, red Volkswagen beetle, she wondered if she was doing the right thing. Just up and leaving to Las Vegas was a risky step to take, especially for someone who lived on predictability, like herself. She shook her head and got in the front, buckling her seatbelt. She couldn’t, scratch that, wouldn’t back out of this. Since high school, she’d lived a nearly pointless existence and she needed to change. She started the car and pulled out, driving out of the underground parkade, into the bright afternoon sunshine.

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“Alright, if that’s what you want. It’s a shame to lose you Janie.”

“It’s Sarah.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Goodbye, sir.”

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This Isn’t How She Paid the Bills Before


Sarah pulled up outside her building and took the box up to her apartment. She looked around at the dull rooms, with their white walls and neutral furniture and sighed.

“This won’t do,” she told herself, “When I go to Las Vegas, I gotta make sure I’m stylish. Maybe I’ll rent a suite.”

So, over the next week, Sarah sold all her furniture and he old Volkswagen, and used that, plus the money she’d been saving for a vacation, and bought a one-way ticket to Las Vegas.

She stood with her three bags on the sidewalk outside her apartment building, staring at the building as she waited for the taxi that would take her to the airport. She sighed, silently saying goodbye to the place she’d called home for two years. The cab pulled up behind her and she turned to it, smiling. The driver popped the trunk and she threw her bags in before getting in shotgun.

“LA International, please.”

Four hours later, she was pulling up in front of a mediocre hotel in Las Vegas. It wasn’t what she had had in mind, but it worked. She checked in and brought her bags up. She got settled in. She would have to find a place to rent or something, but this would have to do for now.

A week later, Sarah was seriously running out of steam. And money. She couldn’t find an actual apartment anywhere, and she had even less luck finding a job. She walked down the street, searching desperately, knowing if she didn’t find one soon, she’d be left out on the street in a matter of days. She couldn’t believe her money had gone so fast. It wasn’t that much, but she was sure it would last her at least a month.
She stopped outside of a seedy little laundry mat with a help wanted sign in the window, and walked in. At least in LA she got a reasonable wage. She walked up to a small booth in the corner when an old man sat behind bullet proof glass. He looked up at her and reached forward, pressing a button on the counter in front of him.

“How can I help you?”

She leaned forward to the microphone.

“Hi, I saw your help wanted sign outside and-”

He cut her off.

“Sorry. You have to talk to the manager about that.”

“Oh…kay… can I speak to them, then?”

“He’s not in.” The little man replied. Sarah frowned, annoyed with his belligerence.

“When will he be in?”

“I don’t know.”

“Okay.” She huffed and began walking towards the exit. A greasy man stopped her at the entrance. He was short, with short, peppered hair, wearing a yellow Hawaiian t-shirt and a pair of Bermuda shorts.

“I heard you were looking for a job, sweetheart.” He said, grinning. She smiled
nervously.

“No, that’s fine, I-”

“No, no,” He cut her off, “Seriously. It’s a good paying Job. You could make hundreds of dollars a night, if you’re good enough.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“What kind of job is that?”

“Well,” he lowered his voice, “How do you feel about dancing?”

“Like, ballet?”

He chuckled, coughing a bit, and shook his head.

“No, I mean, strip dancing.”

Her eyes widened and she began shaking her head.

“But you have such a lovely body, and I bet with a bit of work, you could be one of my highest paid dancers.”

She bit her lip, frowning.

“You mean that?”

“Of course. Do you have any experience?”

“Dancing on poles? God no.”

He nodded.

“Just as well.”

“Wait, wait. I don’t want to work for some low-life little strip bar or anything.”

He smiled.

“My club is anything but low-life, my dear. I run one of the cleanest strip clubs in Las Vegas. Every table, every pole is wiped down after closing. My dancers are treated with dignity and respect. Each girl gets her own stylist and choreographer. It keeps the girls happy, which makes the dances better, I find… but I’m rambling. Would you be interested?”

Sarah looked away at a young couple making out in front of the crummy laundry mat she had previously tried applying at, making up her mind.

“I’ll do it.”

The man grinned again.

“Alright. I am Tim, I’m your boss,” He held out a hand, “And you are?”

“Sarah.” She replied, shaking it.

“Lovely, but, to avoid any stalker cases, we’ll have to change that on stage. Now, here’s how we get you started…”

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The next day, Sarah stood outside of a large, sparkling building, adorning a large top hat. No doubt it would be glowing neon by eight that night. She walked in slowly, over to a tall man standing behind a wooden que.

“Hi.” She smiled awkwardly, “I-I’m Sarah. Tim told me to meet him here?”

The man just nodded, beckoning over another big, buff man, who took her by the arm gently, leading her through a hall blacked off by velvet rope. She looked around the club to find it was quite busy, dancers dancing, looking utterly beautiful, making her feel a little self conscious. She followed the man into a back room where Tim sat on a red, plush couch along with three other people, sipping martinis. They looked up as she entered and Tim clapped, grinning, and stood.
“And here she is, the new addition to our little family.” He walked over to her, leading her by the arm and sitting her on the couch beside an older, but still beautiful woman.

“Everybody, this is Sarah.”

The lady nodded at her and the two men smiled. One was tall, kind of scrawny, the other short and feminine.

“Sarah, this is Claudette, she’s going to be your, manager. This gentleman right here,” He motioned to the tall man, “is Bobby-Joe. He’ll be your stylist. And this last young man, is Paul. He’s your choreographer. We have to keep those men out there happy. Fresh routines every two weeks.”

Sarah nodded.

“Martini?” Paul offered, to which she gratefully declined.

“Now, your pay will be five percent of the take at the door. There are ten girls, five percent each, plus tips. Me and Claudette split fifty, as we own the place and don’t get to dance for Ulysses.”

Sarah’s eyes widened.

“You get fifty dollar tips?”

Claudette smiled.

“And more. The men who come here are very, very rich, darling.”

Sarah smiled.

“All clear on the rules, then?” Tim asked. Sarah nodded enthusiastically.

“Alright, well, let’s get started.” Bobby-Joe walked over to her and led her farther back in the room, through another short hall, to a large bathroom. He went straight to a large cabinet at the back, taking out a box of bleach.

“So, I’m thinking blond. Any objections?”

Sarah shook her head and he smiled.

“Good. And we’ll get you some contact lenses.”

Later that evening, Sarah stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, examining her newly blonde, straight hair. She barely recognized herself- she’d had curly brown locks for her entire life. She liked the blond though. It was different, and that’s why she’d come to Vegas in the first place. She shook her head and went into the other room, flopping on the bed. She had to go back the next day to work with Paul on her first dance. She was nervous. What if she was horrible? What if she couldn’t even stand? She let the thought slip from her head as she fell asleep.

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