Featuring:

 

Seconds later, against her better judgment, Gina finds herself in the entrance of the Red Star Club...

 

 

So this is the Red Star Club... looks like any ordinary club from where I'm standing...

Let's see if I can have some quick fun in here...

 

 

Hmm... that trans stripper over there is cute...

 

 

Nah, looks like she's busy... I'll just ask at the counter...

 

 

Gina: "Hey."

Bartender: "Hey, sugartits. What can I do for you?"

Gina: "Well... uhm... it's my first time here. What do I gotta do to get a room here?"

Bartender: "Today? Nothing you *can* do. Not enough staff showed up today. The girls who did are only dancing."

Gina: "Alright, thanks."

You're telling me I came here all for nothing? No, I won't give up yet.

 

 

I bet the brothel part of the Club is up there...

 

 

No one's stopped me yet... still, no reason to lower my guard...

 

 

"Not enough staff", huh? Let's see if I can fill in some gaps here...

 

But, as she would find out - after approximately 40 minutes of waiting - just replacing a sex worker at the local brothel doesn't happen just like that...

 

 

God, what am I doing here?

What has my life become, that I'm just filling in for a sex worker, without even applying for the job?

Who knows what'll happen when they catch me?

I bet Zain and Petra are worried sick...

 

But just as our promiscous protagonist is starting to doubt the path of her journey, the door to "her" room opens...

 

 

Unknown Guy: "Uhm... excuse me..."

Gina: "Huh...?"

Unknown Guy: "I... paid for an appointment today... are you Jenny?"

In a moment of contemplation, the tug of war in Gina's mind is pulling her back and forth - should she stay, or should she go?

 

 

Gina: "Yes, yes... of course, Jenny... that's... that's me. Yep. Jenny is my name. So, how can I help you, sweetie?"

Unknown Guy: "Well I'm... still a virgin. And I want to change that. I paid downstairs for a handjob, and vaginal sex."

Gina: "Handjob and some regular sex, nothing easier than that. Come here, Sweetie."

 

 

Not exactly my type, but whatever... at least I'll help out a virgin...

 

 

But man, I'm slowly getting in the mood after all... maybe I'll give him a little extra...

Gina: "Hey, want me to suck it? I promise you'll like it - I'm much better at giving head. Don't worry, it won't cost you extra."

Unknown Guy: "Y-yes, please..."

 

 

Mhhhh, yess... that's just what I needed... just a bit of cock between my lips, and now I can get to finishing the job!

 

 

Unknown Guy: "T-thanks... that felt great..."

Gina: *laughs* "Don't mention it."

 

A few minutes later, the shy client left, and Gina was ready to follow in his footsteps...

 

 

That felt great... just the energy boost that I needed right now...

I'll just wash myself quickly and then get the fuck outta here, before someone notices me...

 

However, when a happy client had left the brothel area of the Club, the staff was more than just a bit confused...

 

 

What the hell? I thought Jenny called in sick today... 

 

 

Gina: "Uh-oh."

Orlando: "And who might you just be, waltzing into *my* club, stealing one of *my* girls' clients, like you own the goddamn place?!"

Gina: "I... uhm... that wasn't me... I'm just... homeless, and needed a place to wash myself."

 

 

Orlando: "Don't think you can fool me, girl. There's no one else up here but you and me right now, and just now, a client who was supposed to have an appointment today came down here."

Gina: "Hey, wait a moment! I helped you out, didn't I?"

Orlando: "You idiot, you don't get it. Now get dressed up, and go downstairs. We have to talk."

 

Okay, he caught me... but I seriously don't know what I did wrong here. Let's hear him out, see how I can salvage the situation.

 

Minutes later, in Orlando's office...

 

 

Orlando: "So. Let's go over this. What exactly do you think you did here?"

Gina: "Well... I... felt a bit... *cough* needy. And I was told there are no girls available to sleep with today... so I went upstairs, and hoped for the best."

Orlando: "Correct. And why do I care about that?"

Gina: "Well, good question... I made you money, didn't I? The guy said he paid in advance."

Orlando: "Also correct. But what do you think that client will do once he gets home?"

Gina: "Uhm... I'm not sure...."

Orlando: "He will tell his friends about that busty brunette who served him in the Red Star. And next weekend, they might show up here, demanding to see that busty brunette. And when they show up and don't see that busty brunette ready to ride them, the money you made me today suddenly becomes a lot smaller in perspective."

 

Right... I probably threw quite the wrench into his machinery... not to mention the poor girl whose job I just stole...

 

Orlando: "You see where I'm getting at? This isn't one of those swinger clubs, lady. We have employees here. *Regular* employees."

Gina: "...Yeah. I understand. I'm sorry, I..."

Orlando: "Well, 'sorry' won't suffice, I'm afraid. There's two options out of here for you; Either, you pay me the amount of money I lost with your little adventure here, or you work for me. Until it's paid up."

Gina: "...and how much money would that be?"

 

 

Orlando: "That's entirely speculative, of course... accounting for... potential customers I wouldn't otherwise have... and compensation I have to pay for the girl you replaced... about 24.000 Dollars."

Gina: "*Twenty-Four Thousand*?! But... I don't have that kind of money... and I can't possibly ask my friends..."

 

 

Orlando: "Well, sounds like an obvious answer for me; You work here now. End of discussion."

 

I should probably be upset... but honestly... this works for me. I think. As long as I don't get killed in some gang war.

 

Gina: "That... that's okay. Yeah. Alright. I work here now. And... who exactly do I work for?"

Orlando: "Orlando. Orlando Ventarini. Now, go home and get some sleep. Come back tomorrow, and I'll show you the ropes."