Promiscuous

Chapter Two- Hitting the Pavement

"Here…" Dean spoke while sliding a green concoction against the countertop to Kara. The grating sound made her wince before she pulled the liquid to her nose before he stopped her. "I would just drink it…" he advised as she held her nose and downed the semi-chunky substance. The flavor had been surprisingly minty and was rather soothing to her as she finished its entire contents before bringing her phone to view.

"Hey pornstar…" Kaitlyn teased as she moved from the bathroom and towards the duo. The nickname aroused Dean's suspicion as he leaned forward on his elbows showing his peeked interest.

"Pornstar?" He finally asked upon a glare being shot to Kaitlyn via Kara. 

"Oh nothing...just that Kara got some last night with a totally random guy." A sudden look of disappointment fell over his face. The same kind of disappointment as if he had missed a train and metaphorically, he felt as though he had.

"Anyway...what's on the agenda today?" Dean tried to change the subject as Kara began scrolling down items on her phone. 

"Job hunting."

"Anywhere in mind? You were a waitress back home, right?" Kaitlyn asked as Kara nodded. "Maybe I can pull a few strings-"

"Where?" Dean asked with humor laced behind a smirk. "The diner on 26th? The cafe that nearly burned down...or the club on Roosevelt when you broke like one hundred glasses after being dumped-"

"There were a lot of reasons behind that…" Kaitlyn shot optical daggers at her brother. "Good luck." She kissed her friend upon the cheek before the siblings left Kara alone to prepare herself for the day. She had a bit of an issue figuring out the knobs of the shower but after half an hour of twisting and turning them the water was now cold. It had taken her a handful of minutes to accomplish her cleansing before she emerged in a towel and then into the room concealing the toilet to change. When it came to the attire she would wear, she chose something from her suitcase that meant business. A silk emerald blouse and black pencil skirt framed her figure as she applied a light amount of makeup and finished by putting her hair into a bun with loose tendrils made from her bangs to cascade. 

"Wow…" Dean spoke as she brought her purse over her shoulder. 

"It's alright?" She asked nervously before he nodded, just in enough time to see Kaitlyn emerge. 

"Who is the hottie?" She teased. "Don't look at men in trenchcoats… it is a piece of advice I wish I learned when I first moved here." Kaitlyn said as she moved back into the kitchen to make herself breakfast while Dean offered her luck. And just like that, she was a modern day woman who was hitting the pavement for work. 

Her first stop had been a bar a few blocks from the apartment. She thought how good it would be to be able to walk and not have to worry about transportation, but as she noticed her would-be boss checking out her chest the while interview, she decided against it. Her feet crossed over the threshold of a restaurant where every member inside, even the janitorial staff looked to her as if she was inadequate. She smiled her way through an uncomfortable interview with questions that seemed to rank more of what island she spent her summers on as opposed to anything that would make her qualified for the job. 

By now, it had been noon, and the streets were now packed with hungry citizens borderline hangry for their food. Many shot dirty looks to Kara as she had stuck out like a sore thumb before becoming a recluse in an electronics store. A man with curly hair sat in a tall stroll behind the counter flipping through a magazine before smiling when she walked in. The basic conversation of asking if she was looking for anything specific took place before Kara began to feel unwanted in the store as it became closer to one. 

She was now back at it, having spent the rest of the afternoon trying to get interviews with anyone she could as she didn't want Kaitlyn or Dean to think she had been mooching off of them. However, she would return from her search with blisters on her feet and a headache from being asked the same questions and stressing a fake smile. She hoped by the next morning that she would have a call, but her phone remained silent. 

Dean watched her pout from this as she waited for the screen to light up before it would ease her heavy heart. But this didn't happen. 

By ten, she was changed into a pair of dress pants and a white cotton button up shirt that gave a professional vibe. She kept her hair long now and her makeup minimal as she hit the streets once again. Now, she focused on offices for receptionist or secretarial positions. Each time she arrived, she would be placed into a waiting room and set to fill out a type of questionnaire. Most questions remained as expected, but some confused her as they asked more personal questions. 

This ended the second day looking for work after she had gone door to door until closing. As she had done the day before, Kara waited by her phone early in the morning but found it to remain silent. 

This continued on for an entire week as Kara would dress for the job she wanted until closing time for chosen businesses and return home with a little less hope each time. She wound awaken the next day without even checking her phone and moving to shower, hoping the warm water would help distract her from the worries of being rejected. 

On the sixth day without luck, Kaitlyn could no longer bear to witness the stress upon her friend and so she gave her an address to a club as a receptionist and greeter. It wasn't the most glamorous of positions this was for sure, but it was something she could do to contribute, so, she dressed in a cocktail dress and made her way towards the address.

Most of Hoboken had been scary for Kara with its fast pace and crowded streets, but this gated facility acted as a sort of Prozac to her nerves. 

The building itself appeared like an old hospital or school with its older architecture that was flawlessly hidden columns and ivy that decorated the stone building. Immediately, there was a sense of class as a man opened the door for her, making her feel bashful as he had been one of the most handsome men she had seen. It didn't hurt that he was dressed in a full suit either. 

Kara checked the address on her phone one last time to be sure until venturing through a foyer with a staircase in the center of the room and corridors closed off to wandering eyes. A woman dressed in a Jessica Rabbit type dress emerged from one of the closed doors before Kara felt intimidated.

"You here for the job?" She asked with her hand on her hip, complete with a smile towards Kara, as if on a stage in a beauty pageant. Kara responded with a nod before noticing the woman looking to her, unimpressed. 

"There is a bathroom directly through those doors. Take your hair down, show some cleavage, and put some lipstick on." She advised as she disappeared into a room down the hall and Kara made her way as instructed. The bathroom itself had been impressive in size, decor, and even the scent of paradise. Coconut mixed with a difficult to pin floral scent filled the air around her as she stalled and focused on her reflection. 

Normally, she would never allow herself to stop so low when it came to a job. But she felt as though she had exhausted every other option. Besides, it was not as if she would be stripping or having s*x for money, just playing off her best assets. 

Her fingers climbed to the top buttons, exposing the lace of her bra before she rebutted one more to show her sternum but and a bit of bosom. Pulling the pin from her hair, it fell to full length just past her shoulders with a naturally straight existence. She then began to rummage through her purse for any makeup and came upon a bright red lipstick she had been holding for Kaitlyn since the club. She knew she wouldn't mind and so she twisted the bottom until the tip of the lipstick pressed against her chapped lips. 

She blotted any excess and looked to her reflection to see an entirely different person. One more confident and prepared for the city and whatever it would throw at her...although...she was not quite ready for what laid before her. 

As she exited the bathroom, she found there to be a group of men in the foyer. They had greeted her with pleasant smiles before being shown out by a beautiful young woman with grace and confidence. When she turned, she looked to Kara with confusion before nodding. 

"You must be here for the job. Follow me." She instructed while Kara followed her through a small sitting area complete with a light score playing through a speaker system and a tranquil fountain that could make anyone fall asleep or peed if lingering near it too long. Another door held a small office where Kara was led as she sat in a low wooden chair with a comfortable cushion that felt like heaven from her aching legs. 

"Forgive me, we have gained a few more clients than we anticipated today so I am a little behind. Perhaps we should begin about what would be expected of you." Kara nodded, trying not to drool over the stunning artwork hanging upon this office or the multitude of plaques and certificates upon the wall. 

"Answering phones, introducing new clients, electronic email, scheduling, and all things a receptionist is expected to do. You may have to clean some of the rooms and have to go pick some clients up or drop them off."

"Okay." Kara was a bit confused as to what Kaitlyn had signed her up for as this hadn't sounded like any other job she had ever heard of before, let alone had. 

"I suppose you would be more of a floater, maybe even helping in the kitchen and the laundry at times." The woman paused, her coffee colored skin reaching out and folding across her chest. 

"We have had to cut back on salaries after Emma had left us hung up to dry but we can start you at twenty five an hour." Kara nearly spit out her water as she expected fifteen at most, and that would be overly generous. 

"But of course, an NDA will have to be signed as well as a contract for our more prestigious clientele."

"Of course."

The woman paused for a moment before pulling out a folder with the contracts and agreements set within them. 

"Normally I would call you and have a longer I interview but we are in desperate need and your friend really talked you up." Kara smiled before monthly thanking Kaitlyn. "So we will put you on a trial basis for this first week." The woman waited for Kara to finish signing before moving towards the door. 

"Now, let us go meet with the others." She spoke with a smile. 

Kara was led to a kitchen area exclusively held behind an "employee only" sign. A group of people all dreadfully gorgeous looked to her with a smile, accepting her-or at least seeming to. 

"Everyone, this is Kara."

"Hey!" Everyone said in unison before the sound of a bell rung out. The woman who interviewed Kara turned to her with a smirk. "I suppose this can be your first job. There is a board in the main hall behind the reception desk showing which room that bell rung from. That means you have to clean it." The woman kindly pushed Kara to where she explained as Kara found a board of at least two hundred rooms spread across five floors. She noted the room number and took up a vacuum, extra garbage bags, and gloves as instructed in her employee packet. 

While taking the elevator up, she was prepared for anything from geriatric duties to psychiatric patients-but not the sounds that came from the room she was assigned to. The final whines of a woman reaching her orgasm could be heard as Kara hesitated to knock. Suddenly, she found there to be muffled voices on the other side and so she knocked, fearing if she left without cleaning that she would have lost her job. 

The door came open to reveal a woman in a kimono-style robe left mostly open and tied loose around her hips. 

"You must be new." She spoke with an unkind gaze to Kara before pointing towards the room. 

Kara moved inside to see it appear as a hotel room. A bed sat in the center of the room, a bathroom to the far left, and a closet to the right. As she went to move the sheets, she came upon the sound of metal and found a pair of handcuffs upon the bed. She blushed before removing them and doing what she could to clean up the scene. Kara then began to vacuum before finding something to have gotten caught in the suction. She flipped it over to see a condom stuck inside. She winced and used her gloves to dispose of it before then finding a catalog on the side of the bed. 

The Fantasy Club. 

She became intrigued upon its name thinking that this had been a hotel or spa but with each passing page, she had been made to feel awkward. One page focused on site type, s*x toys, and another on workers. 

The sound of the shower stopping could be heard as Kara became nervous as to the man exiting and seeing her there. She quickly tried to finish until seeing a man's abs looking back to her as she fumbled with the contents of the vacuum having exploded. Her gaze lifted up, seeing a tattoo upon his chest, directly on his left pectoral and a smile greeting her. 

Her heart stopped as she recognized him as being the man from the club, the one she allowed herself to sleep with without even knowing his name. At that same moment, she deducted exactly what this place had been and that the man who remained in her mind all week had been a worker here at a type of s*x club.