I'm a sophomore in college, cutting loose during classes, working part-time at a bar downtown.

One day, my roommate comes home and says her cousin's boyfriend's uncle owns this fancy private men's club downtown, and they're looking for an "hostess." I swear, I wanted to punch her in her perfect teeth. Me, an hostess? Screw that.

But I was drowning in student loans, and my shifts at the bar weren't cutting it. So I swallowed my pride and went to the interview.

Lucy mimics her roommate's voice, high and pompous."Oh, you're just perfect! The gentlemen will love your fiery wit and... credentials."But I only took the damn job, for one night. I figured one night couldn't hurt, right?

So, the night of the gala arrives. I show up in this... this little piece of dress that barely covers my ass. I hope none of these old pervs ruin my dress, I need to return it back to my friend. Stiletto heels that make my legs scream. And a fake smile on my face.

I walk into the club and I'm immediately surrounded by these... these... men. Old men, fat men, men with sweaty palms and wandering hands. I wanted to wipe the fat grins off their faces. But I needed that money, so I sucked it up. I walked around the stuffy room, heels clicking on the polished wood, a tray of expensive champagne balanced on one arm. The men looked at me lustfully, their eyes roaming over my barely covered body like hungry wolves.