She looked up at Joe, unable to form words, and when he gave her a look of sympathy, she figured he could read it on her face. She wanted to run incredibly far away since everything was starting to make sense. I am so fucked.
Once more, she was dragged to the back of the casino until Joe pulled back some pink see-through curtains to reveal a door. He walked through it, not even knocking that time.
As she walked into a women’s dressing room, she was greeted by boobs literally everywhere. Of all the doors we went through today, this is the one he really should’ve knocked on.
Joe took Lake up to a woman dressed in a silky robe. “Sadie, this is Lake. She will fill Amanda’s place.”
Lake watched Sadie put her hand on her hip, the motion perking up her very huge breasts. Then she gave Lake a swivel sign with her finger.
What?
“Turn.” Sadie motioned again.
She had to swallow down the bile in her throat as she slowly turned around. She wasn’t exactly given an option to do otherwise.
Looking at Sadie as she came back to her original position, Lake could see her quietly thinking as she looked her up and down. She knew exactly what was going through her mind, too: no boobs, no butt, just a stick. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out which girl didn’t belong in the room.
Lake looked down at the floor, unable to face the critic.
“She’s perfect. They will love her!” Sadie squealed.
Lake’s eyes quickly jumped back up at Sadie’s smiling ones. What did she just say?
Sadie shooed Joe off with her hands. “Go on, I need to get to work now.” She grabbed Lake’s hand, taking her to a chair in front of a huge, lighted mirror.
“Um, how exactly am I perfect?” Lake didn’t understand how her plain Jane looks were going to entice anyone.
Sadie laughed, picking up some foundation on the table. “Haven’t you ever seen a porn star without makeup? Because you should really Google that.” She pointed to her flawless face. “This is what I call false advertising, honey, and you aren’t even going to need half the makeup I use. Your skin is perfect to the point where I almost want to hate you.”
Lake couldn’t help giggling at her. She knew Sadie was only joking because the woman oozed sex and confidence, showing no hint of real jealousy. Her personality matched her semi-rocker looks with the dark eye shadow and dark hair which had chunky, pale blonde streaks throughout.
She decided to take the time to ask as many questions as she could during her makeover. “So, what do you do?”
“I’m a pit boss here,” Sadie replied, beginning to cake on the makeup.
“What does that mean?” Lake wasn’t fluent in casino terms, considering it was illegal for her to even be in one until the age of twenty-one.
“I’m in charge of all the gambling tables and making sure everyone on the floor is pleased.”
“So, you’re my boss?” she asked.
“Yep, but you will do just fine,” Sadie assured her.
“I’ve never waited on tables before. Don’t you think I need to learn how to do my job before I get all dressed up?” She was definitely more concerned about doing her job properly than how she looked. She needed to keep Dante as happy as possible.
Sadie laughed. “Honey, you can spill a thousand dollar bottle of whiskey on them as long as you look sexy doing it. They don’t give a shit. I don’t expect you to be perfect at first, though you will learn the better you are, the better the tips. That is usually motivation enough for the girls to work their asses off.”
“How can I even work here and serve alcohol? I’m only eighteen.”
“All you need to know is it’s strictly high-limit. Only the high rollers are permitted down here, and everything is off the books. The men here especially love the young ones who aren’t legally allowed to serve them, so you’ll be a hot commodity around here.”
Oh, great…
While Lake let her continue her work, she slowly began to see her face and hair turn into that of a porn star, as Sadie liked to call it. Sadie even gave her a crash course in how to do smoky eyes and contouring—whatever that meant—then taught her how to tease, tease, then tease some more to get “the big, sexy hair.” Again, Sadie had a name for everything.
“Let me go pick out something for you to wear,” Sadie said, turning around to a rack which held the tiniest black and pink clothes imaginable.
“Um, do you have anything which will cover more of my body?” Lake gingerly asked when she watched her pull out a thong.
Sadie looked back at a now pale Lake. “Virgin, huh? That’s okay; the men will smell it on you. Let’s play that up.”
‘Let’s play that up’? Is she joking?
“This is as covered up as you can get around here. Normally, we don’t go for that look, but for you, it will drive them crazier than shit since you’re the new girl.” Grabbing a few things off the rack, she showed them to Lake.
Something told Lake she didn’t want to be the new girl.