Filled

Chapter One

Bambi

“Clothes off,” Vivian orders, not bothering to look my way as she clicks on her keyboard with her perfectly polished nails. She hits each key with precision while I sit there, unsure if I heard her right. “I don’t have all day and we’re down a girl. Do you want the job or not?”

She turns her head away from her computer screen to finally look my way. It’s the first time she’s bothered to look at me since another woman led me into her pristine office. This place is nothing like I thought it was going to be. I’d swear I was in a law office and not a place for call girls and strippers.

Her large red-rimmed glasses sit on the edge of her nose. She looks like a naughty teacher ready to give out a spanking, and I swallow hard because I’m definitely not looking for one.

“I want the job,” I rush to say as I wet my lips.

I can’t remember the last time I was naked in front of another person, and I thought we’d build up to it. Looks like I was wrong. I slowly get up from the chair and pull my dress over my head. I clench it in my hand, telling myself over and over not to cover my body with my hands. Her eyes go from me to the papers on her desk. Her eyes scan the document as they scanned me—with precision and no emotion.

“Cheerleader?” Her lips twitch.

“Yeah.” The application asked for dance experience. I left out that it was for the elementary school football team in my small town. She leans back in her chair, and her eyes roam over me again. The urge to bring my dress to my chest to cover myself is so strong I have to fight my twitching muscles.

“Are you sure you want to do this? You can’t even take the rest of your clothes off.” She motions towards my bra and panties.

“I can.” I put my dress in the chair behind me and begin to unclasp my bra.

“Put your dress back on.” She lets out a long sigh.

I realize I’m not getting the job, and I start to panic. I’m desperate.

“I can do this, I swear,” I hurry to say. Gah. I’ve messed this up, and I need it so bad right now. What is wrong with me? Of course I have to take my clothes off for this.

Fear swamps me, and I think for the thousandth time, How did I get here? Then it’s followed quickly by the memory of my brother once again getting himself in too deep.

“I’ve seen enough. This might actually work.”

I’m shocked as I quickly put my clothes on and instantly feel better. Please, I silently beg.

“The shy innocent thing sells.” She scribbles something down on the paper. “I have a bachelor party tonight. You only have to strip for him, and the panties stay on.” She grabs another piece of paper and starts to write more. “I’m giving you a chance, so don’t screw it up. I’ll send a driver for you and you’ll have a bodyguard.” She reaches out, handing me the paper. I take it from her hand with shaky fingers. “Light makeup and play the innocent thing up.”

That won’t be too hard since there’s no playing.

“Thank you. I really need this.” I swallow hard as I clutch the paper to my chest.

“Word of advice. Never let anyone know how desperate you are.” I nod. “The name Bambi fits you. I like it.”

I realize she thinks it’s a fake name, and I feel so dumb. I guess I should’ve given her one, but it’s too late now.

“Is there anything else you need from me?” This is all happening fast. Shouldn’t there be paperwork or something I need to give them? She didn’t ask me for my ID or anything. I know all this is legal in Vegas, but for some reason this doesn’t feel above board. I guess what I need money for isn’t exactly legal either. My brother is in deep with a loan shark and is running out of time.

“Don’t fuck this up. You only have to dance for one person, so it’s a good way to test the waters.” I look down at the paper and my eyes almost pop out of my head when I see how much I’ll be getting paid.

“I don’t sleep with him, right?” I blurt out, because why else would I be getting paid so much?

“Not this one.”

“I can only dance. I don’t think I can do other things.” There’s no way I could sleep with a stranger. I have to draw a line somewhere, and I’m already way out of my element.

“That’s what everyone says until more money starts rolling in.” I shake my head. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. We’ll see if you still have a job come tomorrow. Then we’ll worry about the other details.”