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up to the office door were few. Taking one last deep breath I opened the door and stepped inside.
                  A petite woman with a short brown bob and a pair of wire-rimmed glasses was walking across the reception room when I stepped inside. She glanced over at me as she made her way to one of the offices but stopped in her tracks when she saw me. She gave a quick glance at the rest of me and then nodded her head in my direction.
                  “You here for a job?” she asked commandingly.
                  I nodded, “Yes, ma’am. I’m here about a server position.”
                  She gave me a tight smile. “Good. You have the appeal. The members will overlook mistakes with a face like that. Can you drive a golf cart and can you open a bottle of beer with a bottle opener?”
                  I nodded.
                  “You’re hired. I need someone on the course right now. Follow me; we’ll get you changed into uniform.”
                  I didn’t argue. When she spun back around and started stalking toward another room I followed behind her. She was a woman on a mission. She opened a door and walked inside.
                  “You wear a size 3 in shorts? Your top is going to be smaller than what you’re wearing. The men will love that though. They like larger chest sizes. Let’s see…” She was talking about my boobs. That was awkward. She grabbed a pair of white shorts off the rack and shoved them at me. Then she grabbed a pale blue polo shirt from the rack and shoved it at me. “That’s a small top. It needs to be tight. We are a classy establishment here but our men like to have eye candy too. Therefore, we offer it up in a pair of white shorts and tight polos. Don’t worry about paperwork. I’ll have you fill all that out after work. You do this for a week and do it well and we will see about moving you into the dining room. We are short-staffed in there too. Faces like yours aren’t easy to find. Now, get changed and I’ll be waiting to take you out to the drink cart.”
                 
                  Two hours later, I’d stopped at all eighteen holes on the golf course twice and sold out of drinks. The golfers all wanted to ask me if I was new and comment on my excellent service. I wasn’t an idiot. I saw the way the older men were leering at me.  Thankfully, they all seemed careful not to cross any lines.
                  The lady who hired me had finally told me her name when she’d all but pushed me up onto the cart and sent me off. She was Darla Lowry. She was in charge of hiring staff. She was also a whirlwind. She’d told me that I was to return in four hours or when I ran out of drinks, whichever came first. I’d run out of drinks in two hours.
                  I walked inside the office and Darla stuck her head out of one of the rooms. “You’re back already?” she asked, walking out with her hands on her hips.
                  “Yes ma’am. I ran out of drinks.”
                  Her eyebrows shot up, “All of them?”
                  I nodded. “Yes. All of them.”
                  A smile crossed her stern face and she let out a laugh. “Well, I’ll be damned. I knew they’d like you but those horny men were willing to buy whatever you had just to get you to stay longer.”
                  I wasn’t sure that was the case. It was hot out there. Every time I stopped at a hole the golfers looked relieved.
                  “Come on, I’ll show you where to restock. You need to keep serving until the sun goes down. Then come back in here and we will get that paperwork filled out.”
     
                 
                  It was dark by the time I arrived back at Rush’s house. I’d been gone all day. The extra cars in the driveway