Who: Ian and Laura What: Job interview When: Sunday evening Where: The strip club Warnings: Strippers, TBD but probably not Status: Closed, Ongoing
Ian needed a job and he needed it bad. He hadn't worked in what seemed like months, and there was no more excuse. He was eighteen, school was out (even if he did have to go to summer school a few hours a day in the mornings), and his injuries were completely healed. He'd had a lead on a job at the pub that Thor was going to open, but Thor had gone home so he was back to square one again. He'd also agreed to fill in as a baby sitter for Sonya, but that was only part time. He needed another job, hopefully one where he could make real money.
He thought about working as a stripper back when Laura first opened the club, but she'd told him to come back when he was eighteen. Well, he was eighteen now and he thought, why not give it a try? His brain was apparently permanently fucked up, so he might as well try to make the most of the only asset he had left, his body. He'd been around the gay clubs in Chicago enough to know that there were lots of older guys who would pay to have a look (or more) at a young guy like him. He wasn't vain enough to totally get why, but he knew it was true. So he thought he'd give it a try and see what Laura thought. The worst she could say is no.
He went to the club early when it wasn't too busy, and asked the bouncer to see the manager about a job, then stood waiting nervously just inside the entrance.