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the sound of the club door closing, that I decide to look at Keeley with both eyebrows raised.
    She starts giggling straight away until she can no longer control herself then begins dancing on the spot. Her dance repertoire mostly involves going between the sprinkler and the running man. “You knew about the free entry thing, didn’t you?” I ask, trying to keep my face straight and not start laughing at her jerky celebratory dance moves.
    “Hells yes! Do you know how long I’ve lined up to get into Lucky’s before? I feel like any wrinkles that might be on my face grew while I waited in that line. Girlfriend, I knew you would look fucking unreal in that uniform, so they would be stupid not to hire you, and we now have free entry into the best club in the area. Also, we aren’t stuck only attending the under twenty-one nights anymore. We’re winners!” she shouts as she grabs both my arms and makes me join her flashy dance moves.
    Unfortunately, I have not yet worked out how to walk, let alone dance, in my new suede boots. So after one twirl, I’m on my leather-covered ass in the middle of Lucky’s dance floor with half of the cleaning staff grinning at me. “Okay, so maybe we need to get you home so you can practice walking around in those boots,” Keeley says, pausing from her dance to look thoughtfully at my new uniform. “You think?” I ask, trying not to laugh as I use both hands to push myself off the ground.
    Feeling like a baby deer learning to walk for the first time, I try to remain stable enough to grab the side of the bar and walk back toward the storeroom. After I collect the clothes I came into Lucky’s wearing, Keeley and I make our way to the exit. “Want to get ice cream on the way home?” she asks as we finally leave the darkness of the club, coming to stand in the sunshine where I parked my trusty little beetle.
    “Is there a drive-thru ice cream place close by?” I enquire before staring forlornly at the driver seat through the windshield
    “No.”
    “Then I think it’s probably best I get home and start working out how to take this off,” I reply. “I also think we need to talk about who’s driving home.”
    “Huh?”
    Now I don’t often demonstrate how far I am able to spread my legs on a sidewalk, but my friend was planning on putting her life my in hands. I’m also wearing what I believe is traditionally meant for street-corner workers like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman . I knew she needed to see what I was dealing with.
    Namely limited movement and poor ankle control. .
    “Oh!” She giggles before grabbing the keys from my fingers.
    I throw open the passenger side door and try to sit comfortably in an outfit that is now more intimately acquainted with parts of my body than I have ever been. Keeley throws one final look back at the club, pure glee shining from her face. I don’t look back. I didn’t need to see Lucky’s again to know to fear it.

PARKER
    My heart hammered in my chest, my legs trembling with nerves as I crossed the busy street. As I approached the entrance to Lucky’s, looking the part of a high-class escort, I knew I was in no way ready to make my waitressing debut. Sure, I could walk and do a mean strut in my revealing leather ensemble and attention-grabbing heels. I had also mastered the art of peeling my uniform on and off my curvaceous body without my hipbones protesting furiously. Keeley even had me practice dancing around our apartment, swaying to music in my uniform. It felt absolutely ridiculous, but she told me she thought it would improve my tips if I looked like I belonged and felt comfortable in my surroundings. Honestly, after I thought about it, I couldn’t really fight her logic. So I practiced swinging my hips wide and moving to the music in our small dorm room. As a result of Keeley’s infectious enthusiasm, I could now even do the entire Nae Nae hip-hop dance move in this outfit.
    Even though I felt more comfortable in my so called