Evelyn Childs is a twenty two year old waitress at a local diner. She had just graduated college. She is humble and hard working. In times when she could have used her looks to get ahead she has always put her focus on her mind and intelligence. One night at work in the middle of closing her boss gets touchy. 

Everyone else has already left for the night. She's washing dishes while he does paperwork in The office. A while later she heard him coming up behind her but ignored it. He made comments every now and then about her body but, she didn't think he would take it any further. 

Suddenly his chest was flush against her back. His hands caressing hers in the soapy water. 

"What are you doing Ryan?" 

"You said you wanted a raise. I thought we could do a trade." He brings his lips to her neck placing a kiss there. 

"Don't." She tried to move away but his arms tightened. 

"You want this just as much as I do. Stop playing hard to get and take what's coming baby." His hands holding hers he ground into her. 

"Your drunk. Stop before you do something you can't take back." She was trying to stay calm holding back tears. 

"No one will believe you. You've been asking for it since... 

She got her hand free. she kneed him in the balls and splashed soapy water in his eyes. When he let go of her other hand she grabbed a knife and ran. 

"Your fired." he yelled after her. "Fucking bitch." 

She ran to her car drove home to the apartment she shared with her roommate. 

THREE WEEKS LATER 

Since then she's been looking for a new job with no luck. She couldn't understand it. She had just graduated college. She had no criminal background. Why wouldn't anyone hire her? She pushed her doubts back and decided to stay positive. Quitters never win anyways 

She got up dressed wearing a black sleeveless, collard shirt with white beads on the collar. She paired it with a white, high wasted a line skirt and red heals. She had left her light brown hair down. Yesterday she had seen an add in the paper for a waitress. The address seemed familiar but there weren't many restaurants in the area. 

She was a little leery about companies that outsourced for employees. When she had first moved to NYC , she worked for a temp agency. That place was made up of addicts and prostitutes trying to go straight. She hoped this would turn out better. 

The front and back of the building had two different addresses. They also different architect styles. The front had big red metal doors. Two guards stood out front. All the windows had a dark tent. The windows in the back were lighter and there were more of them. the doors were glass. 

She parked in the back parking lot as she'd been instructed. She walked up to the sliding glass doors then into a modest entry way. 

Inside was cool compared to the summer heat. A man at a desk. " Can I help You miss?" He looked more like a bouncer at a club than a office security guard. 

"I'm here for an interview." 

"Name?" 

"Evelyn Childs." 

He nodded. Picked up the phone and dialed. "The next ones here."He said into the receiver. He listened for a moment then he hung up. "They'll be down for you." 

Five minutes later she heard heals clicking on the tile. A tall blonde came around the corner. Wearing a dimple dress. follow me Ms. Childs."

She didn't introduce herself. Evefollwed to evevator. The woman used a key to get to the floor. 

They came out a few moments later the floors were a darker wood. Modern art hung along on the walls. There was a waiting area with enough seats for twenty people but, She only saw four offices. Though it was hard to tell since the doors were closed. 

The woman led her into a large office. It obviously belonged to a male. She could tell by the design of the furniture. The dark grey walls. The woman offered her drink which she refused. 

A moment later a man in his early twenties walked in. He was wearing a suit could tell from the lines that it was expensive. His blonde hair was cut in that trendy way where the sides are short but the top is long. He shut the door and came to shake her hand. Ms. Childs I'm Andrew Davis." He smiled his light blue eyes focused on hers. 

"A pleasure to meet you sir." She was distracted by the woman sitting next to her. 

"You've met my assistant Diane she'll stay here the duration of the interview, it's Company policy. Just try and focus on me?" 

She nodded. 

They made small talk while he glanced over her reseme. "Your 22. Attended NYC what did you study in school?" 

"Art history and English." 

That made him smile. 

"Who are your favorite authors?"

" Margaret Keane and Salvatore Dali.".

"Dali is one of his favorites too." He smiled. "Are you currently employed?" He looked at her.

She shook her head. 

"What happened at Antonio's?" He said reading her resume. 

"I just wanted something different." 

"Really there wasn't any altercation? 

She froze. "I'm not..." She shook her head why was he asking me this. " No." Her voice soft. 

"I talked to one of the managers there. A David I think. He didn't have nice things to say." 

"What did he say?" 

He put the paper down and looked at her his blue eyes watching her. " He said he caught you stealing." 

Her mouth dropped open. She couldn't believe the nerve of him. She shook her head fighting tears. "That explains why I haven't gotten a job."

"Would you tell me what happened?" 

She looked at him and Diane. " He, tried..." She shook her head and took a breath. "He sexually harassed me. He got angry when I didn't return his advances and I left. I may have kneed him in balls." 

"That happens more then I'd like to admit. Beautiful, sweet, smart woman. like yourself, are often taken advantage of in our society. This David is a real creep." He stood and came around the desk. " I'm glade you got away from that place and I'm glade you're here today. Id like to hire you but, I need to check with the other owners first. I think you would add to our ambience." 

Something about the way he said that made her nervous. 

"She'll have to come back to sign her contract and we need to get her measurments." He said looking at Diane beside her. 

"What exactly is the job?" 

"You'll be a waitress at the lounge. You'll get the rest of the details before you sign." He pulled out his phone answering a text. "When will they all be back?" He asked Diane. 

"Not for almost four weeks but, Mr. Johnson will be in on thursday." 

"Schedule us all. Even Kathy. 2 pm. Have the lawyer draw up the contract. Does Thursday at 2 work for you miss Childs?" 

She nodded they shook hands Diane escorted her out out. "When you return, you should be free of any excess body hair and make up. Also ..." She cleared her throat "Supportive under garments. Your natural measurements will be taken by the stylist. She likes a clean palette.I've seen her make the girls shower to wash off make up and hair product before beginning." 

"Thanks." 

Diane nodded smiled. 

At home she went straight to the desk to research her potential bosses. The Locker Room was owned by four guys. All under thirty from wealthy families In New York. 

They had all attended the same boarding school and college. They were also in the same fraternity. They seemed tight knit but they also seemed very different from one another. From what she saw there was a Jock, a nerd, the class clown and the strong and silent type. There wasn't much about the club it's self though. The only info the website gave was a brief discription:

The lounge was a supper club but offered hotel rooms, a gym, massage and spa treatments. Offering anything the business man could need. Dinner or drinks with a client. Rooms, when the drive home out of the city seemed too long or just some much needed relaxation after a day in the office. Gentleman only In Fine Print Woman Once A Year New Years eve. 

Other than that it was just contact numbers for getting a memebership and where to send resumes.

She was unsure about the job. Something seemed off. How could it be used for drinks with a client but only if it was a man? Then there was the talk of fittings and costumes. 

A while later her roommate came home. Megan was the opposite of Eve. Thin without trying working out. She wad tall with long blonde hair and long legs. They had been roommates since collage. At times there differences made them argue but she was a good friend. 

She told her about the job and her reservations. "At least it's something for now. If you don't like it you can always switch."

The next day Megan treated her to lunch. Afterwards they went to the salon for mani petis and Eve had a full wax for her fitting.