By: Sarah Curtis


"You have to go. I have a ticket for you and everything," Steph wheedled over the line.

Alexis Taft sighed into the phone. She so did not want to have this conversation right now at six-thirty on a Wednesday night. She had just gotten home from her day job as the receptionist at a Mercedes-Benz dealership. She was exhausted and still had to eat dinner before heading to her night job, as a cocktail waitress at the Allure hotel and casino, on the Las Vegas Strip.

Being April Fool's Day, her coworkers had played jokes on each other all day, causing unnecessary mayhem. As the receptionist and focal point at the dealership, one of her duties was to keep everyone in line especially when they acted like children. She hoped the same thing didn't happen tonight.

"When's the party again?" Alexis asked.

"A week from Saturday," Steph said, sounding excited.

 "Steph, you know I have to work Saturday nights. I can't afford to miss a shift."

"You can not afford to miss this event. Do you know how difficult it was for me to get these tickets? I had to sleep with Brad from accounting. Everybody who is anybody will be there. It'll be epic. So please say you'll go. Please. Please. Please. You're my best friend you have to do this with me."

Alexis felt her resolve slipping. She could never say no to Stephanie Willis once she started pleading. She was such a sucker. "I'll see if I can get someone to take my shift, but I'm not making you any promises." Alexis had to hold the phone away from her ear when Steph started whooping through the line.

"I know you'll find someone. There's always somebody wanting to make some extra dough. We'll go shopping Saturday morning. We need the perfect dresses."

"Okay. You know, I don't have a lot of money to spend, but maybe, I can find something on sale." At what point in this conversation did she become resigned to the fact that she would be going? "Now let me go. I only have an hour before I have to leave for work, and I still have to eat something."

Alexis leaned against the kitchen counter, spooning yogurt, and thinking about next Saturday night. Steph was right. The event will be huge. Allure was having a grand-opening party for their new nightclub, Pulled. People had been talking about it for months. She'd heard the owner of the hotel, Jackson Cole, always tried to think of new ways to revamp the hotel to keep it fresh. And it seemed to work, Allure was the most popular hotel on the strip.

Alexis started working at Allure two years ago when she turned twenty-one, and had met Steph her first week. The heel of Alexis's shoe broke during one of her shifts. As she stood in front of her locker, cursing the fact that she didn't have an extra pair of shoes, Steph walked into the lounge.

"What size shoe do you wear?" she asked, opening her locker.

"Seven," Alexis said, taking in the petite blond with big boobs and even bigger hair.

"These are a six and a half, but they're sandals so I think you can get away with it."

Alexis gratefully took the sandals. The heels were higher than she usually wore, but she would make do. "Thanks, you're a lifesaver."

"Don't think nothin' of it. Us girls have to stick together."

And they did, becoming fast friends. The recent death of her mother and her sister leaving for college, had left Alexis heartbroken and alone, and Steph had recently had a bad break up with a long-term boyfriend. The two kept each other company and helped each other heal.

And now because of that friendship, she would go to a party that she didn't really want to go to and couldn't really afford. But she would do it for Steph because Steph had done a lot for her.

Alexis parked her dark-blue Toyota Sentra in the employee parking area then made her way to the employee lounge to change into her uniform. Allure's cocktail waitress outfits were racy and although she hated how much skin it exposed, she didn't hate the tips that it produced.

The outfit was a black, one-piece, halter style bathing suit with an attached black and gold striped mini skirt that barely covered her ass. Thankfully, it had built-in bra cups because the back was nonexistent and wearing a bra would be an impossibility. Sheer, black stockings and three- inch, black pumps completed the look.

Alexis went to the mirror to touch up her fire-engine-red lipstick (that and mascara was all she usually wore) and looked at herself critically. She had mid length, curly, brown hair currently up in a messy bun and brown eyes. She hated her full cheeks and wished they showed more cheekbone definition, but her long, thick eyelashes made up for that. She was five-foot four with decent sized breasts and a flat stomach. Her hips and booty were a bit on the wide side because she hated to exercise, but over all, she was all right. Not gorgeous. Not ugly. Average.

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