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Lucky’s cleaning staff stop and stare at my entry, or Keeley’s mouth drop open. Thankfully, after making it all the way to the bar without falling over, I knew I could handle this job. Well maybe I wouldn’t go that far but at least I knew I could handle walking in six-inch stilettos.
    I knew that I needed a job quickly if I wanted my makeover to happen before classes started. Therefore, I was ready to smile and charm the manager, without fidgeting in their uniform. Then maybe she wouldn’t realize I was really out of my element.
    “So, you aren’t twenty-one yet?” the manager asks, with what sounded a lot like skepticism as her gaze landed on my chest.
    “No, I just turned eighteen. Will that be a problem?” I’m immediately worrying that I had just struggled to fit into these pants for nothing. There was a lot of jiggling and jumping involved. If it had all been for nothing, I would hide it, but I’d really want to throw a tantrum that included foot stomping and fist clenching.
    “No, I doubt you’ll be questioned at all looking like you do but I’ll need you to do one of those online training courses on alcohol serving. Until you can give me your completed paperwork, you will have to stick to working the floor and booths. I’m pretty sure our VIPs are going to love you. Nate and Dan are our main bartenders, so they’ll handle most of the drinks. Once your training course is done then I’ll give you a shot behind the bar. You’ll work weeknights before I put you on game days. We’re so close to the university that usually game days can draw our biggest crowds. I will let Nate know of your age and limitations, just in case though.”
    Listening to the manager go on about my age, my looks and my hours, I couldn’t help but start to feel a little worried about what I had gotten myself into. I went straight from being relieved that my jiggling had not been for nothing, to imagining myself having to walk up to strangers in these pants. Oh, God, strangers will be able to tell I buy my panties from Target in these pants.
    Luckily she interrupts my crazy thoughts about going commando by stating,“It will probably take you a day or two to work in your boots, so how about you take them home today and we’ll see you on Thursday at 6pm.”
    “Thank you so much,” I reply, focusing on my feelings of gratefulness rather than terror. I knew I was going to need every minute over the next few days to become comfortable in these shoes. The manager looks at me again with a weird appraisal of my hair and chest before she lets me know it’s, “No problem.”
    She glances at her thin gold wristwatch. “Do you have any questions before I head off? Usually, we don’t open our doors until 8pm on weeknights and I have things I need to see too. The cleaning staff will lock up after you leave.”
    “Did you want me to leave this uniform here, or do I take this, as well?” I ask, wondering if I would be able to successfully peel these leather pants off in the small storeroom again. It was definitely a feat getting my hips into these pants in a cramped space the first time. I also knew trying to pull them off, with my level of hand-eye coordination, would probably land my ass in one of the mop pails that was resting against the wall.
    The manager smiles at me with her brilliant white teeth and sparkling violet eyes.
    “I have tried to take those pants off in the storeroom before. I definitely wouldn’t risk it. Take the whole uniform home and I’ll see you Thursday. Also, if you and your girlfriends want free entry anytime, just tell Bo, our bouncer, that you work here. If he thinks you’ve made that up—because honestly, it wouldn’t be the first time—tell him Marissa hired you and to give me a call. He knows the drill. Anyway, I have plans tonight, so I better get going. Welcome to Lucky’s,” she says before she grabs her snakeskin handbag from behind the bar and ducks out the front door.
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