**Hi friends! So sorry this wasn't uploaded yesterday. I had a CRAZY busy day and just wasn't able to get the chance. Here's the next chapter. I hope you love it! Comment and let me know what you think!**

Photo of Roxie's outfit:

Roxie's POV

My feet still ached from the numerous hours we spent looking through the racks at various lingerie stores and trying many, many things on. There wasn't a single time in my life that I could recount ever owning a pair of nice, matching underwear.

I bet Tori has an entire closet full of expensive lingerie.

That's probably another reason why Jedrek left you.

Aaaaand there goes my somewhat good mood.

I rolled over on Khloe's guest bed - which was worlds comfier than my bed at home - and stretched. I peeked at the clock on my phone, noting that it was seven at night meaning I had plenty of time to get ready for my first shift at nine. Yeah, my normal work hours being from nine to three am is going to take some getting used to.

"WAKE UP, GIRL! IT'S TIME TO CAKE OUR FACES!" Khloe screamed excitedly as she ran into the guest room and jumped on top of me. I groaned loudly as she landed on me before flinging her off. She giggled her head off before shaking her arms comically, unable to contain her happiness.

"You can use my products because your face needs to last the whole night," she said before dragging my still half-asleep body into her massive bathroom. I sighed in content when she rolled out her drawers and opened her train case. Her bathroom was like a personal makeup store.

I squealed girlishly at the prospect of using products I'd been drooling over for months but were never in my budget. We cranked the music, singing at the top of our lungs as we got ready.

I couldn't remember the last time I felt this happy. Surely it was before the breakup.

Nope. None of those thoughts tonight I told myself before forcing my mind back in the moment. When we were done curling our hair and applying fake eyelashes, Khloe pulled out one of the numerous shopping bags from earlier today and began to lay everything out. I watched her with amusement as she analyzed everything with extreme intensity.

"Laugh and smirk all you want, but there's serious science behind the outfit you wear and the outcome of your career. Here's the thing, we have some seriously amazing pieces, but we can't reveal those just yet. What you wear and how you act on your first night is crucial. If you show up in the most revealing, sexy thing in your closet and don't play hard to get at all, then you'll be forgotten in an instant. Most of our male clients - and even the majority of our female clients - want a chase - and it all starts with catching their eye. You start by giving them a sneak peek of what you have to offer. Some cheeky booty action, a hint of sexy side boob, a little leg here and there. You reel them in and make them wonder what you have under all that clothing. Then, you stroke their curiosity with subtle, yet flirty touches and conversations - if you're comfortable with that of course.

"I can see your freaking out, but don't. Rouge isn't just about that purely carnal interaction. I mean, there's a reason you have to be invited to work at Rouge. You have to be well-rounded. The full package, if you will. Our clients go through multiple background checks and security checks before they're allowed to even apply for a membership at the club. It was a place specifically designed for important CEOs, politicians, and celebrities to be able to come and escape. Single ones might I add -  Milo and Candice don't need a scandal on their hands.

"I know this sounds ridiculous to you and probably most people, but some of our clients do come just to talk and engage in conversation with beautiful men and women. There's a lot of business meetings we host in our VIP rooms because of our high security, comfortable atmosphere, and amazing service," she finished. I was shocked that she wasn't already out of breath.

"So, am I going to have to go through a bunch of paperwork tonight, then?" I asked, dreading even the mere idea of it.

"No, silly. You already did all of the paperwork a year ago, remember?" she said. At my confused look, she rolled her eyes and gave me her full attention.

"The first time I brought you to the club on one of my nights off for drinks. It was that massive pile of stuff I had you fill out. You were considered a client back then, but you didn't have to pay the fee to become a member because Milo was scouting you as a potential Rogue girl even back then," she informed me while brushing her hair off her shoulder and raising her eyebrows at me in a suggesting manner. I just shook my head at her antics while thanking my lucky stars.

"Now, back to the important stuff. This is the one. It's perfect," she murmured while deep in thought. I picked up the sexy bodysuit and fingered the sparkly black material, noting how soft and stretchy it was - like spandex, almost. The entire thing was encrusted with Swarovski crystals that shone beautifully whenever they caught the light. Holding the piece up, I noted that it cut inward around the front and the back to showcase a teasing amount of boobs and butt. Khloe must've thrown this one into our shopping bag without me seeing because I didn't remember it one bit. My gaze fell to the matching set of thigh-high stockings with the same crystals all over. These will definitely accent my long legs I thought giddily.

"This is incredible," I spoke, entranced. "Do I even want to know how much this set costs?" I asked apprehensively before glancing at Khloe.

"No, but it's fine because the company paid for it and will make back their investment in no time tonight," she smirked before kissing my cheek and shoving me towards the bathroom to change. I didn't say anything further as I slipped into my outfit. The stockings were an absolute pain to squeeze into as they had to be tight to stay up on their own without a garter belt, but I managed. I pulled on the random pair of black heels that Khloe was letting me borrow for the night before releasing a deep breath and preparing myself to see my reflection in the mirror.

"Damn girl! I knew your body was made for sexy little pieces like this!" Khloe hollered with excitement seconds before releasing a happy squeal. I couldn't help but scream along with her, shocked at what I was seeing.

For the first time in years, I felt as sexy as she was telling me I looked. I slid my hands down my stomach and to my waist before turning in the mirror to examine my behind.

"I would pay big money for this," Khloe groaned while playfully pinching my buttcheek. I squeaked in surprise before whirling around and smacking her lightly. I gave her an annoyed glare because her butt was as big as mine. The only difference was that hers was solid muscle from countless squats while mine was from fast food, hers was firm while mine jiggled with every step I took, and hers was smooth while mine had dimples. 

"Throw this on and let's get going," she ordered before handing me a plain t-shirt dress, similar to the one she was already wearing, to cover ourselves enough to go out in public.

My stomach was in knots the entire drive and walk to the discrete and modern building that was Rouge. I had to admit, had I never been here before, I would've had no idea where we were or where we were going. Milo and - was it Candice? - certainly did do a great job of keeping a low profile.

Khloe led me inside and up to the employee locker room. The place was utter chaos when we entered, something that was shocking when compared to the calm atmosphere outside in the main lounge area.

"LADIES, SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" Khloe yelled over the roar of conversation and soft lull of music coming from the Bluetooth speaker in the corner. All the girls laughed before giving Khloe their full attention.

"You all remember my best friend, Roxie, right?" she asked. Gasps were heard all around before girls put down their makeup brushes and lipsticks to rush forward and hug me.

"Oh my gosh! We all heard a new girl was coming in tonight, but Milo never told us who! This is so exciting! Goodness, how long have you been trying to convince her to work here?" Ivy, one of Khloe's other best friends and practical twin (everyone said they were separated at birth), joked before pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. "It's so good to see you, hun! I've missed you! Have you been living under a rock?!" she joked with a smiled.

"It's good to see you too, Ivy. I'm sorry it's been so long, I've just been so busy with work. But, I lost my job and finally got sick and tired of her begging me, so here I am!" I laughed before nudging Khloe with my elbow.

"Well, it's about time! What did you pick out for her to wear tonight?" Ivy asked.

"Oh, just you guys wait. You're going to lose it, seriously. Take off the dress and show them, Rox," Khloe said smugly while waiting for their response. I slid the t-shirt material off my body and over my head, hearing a collective intake of breath from all the girls in the room.

"WELL THANKS FOR RUINING THE TIPS FOR THE REST OF US TONIGHT!" A random girl in the back yelled with faux anger. I giggled while blushing and waving away the compliments that were raining in.

There were a few knocks at the door before it cracked open and a familiar male voice yelled, "I'm coming in so either make yourself decent or be seen naked, the choice is yours!" Khloe laughed with a roll of her eyes. There was a few-second pause before the door pushed all the way open, revealing Milo in another crisp suit.

"I see you've all met our newest addition to the Rouge family," he observed before shutting the door behind him and pulling out one of the pink vanity chairs and taking a seat. It looked comical seeing his large frame in such a small, frilly chair, but I didn't comment.

"So, Roxie, we usually start every night with a run down. We go through all the VIP rooms that have been reserved and what they're reserved for. We discuss which clientele will most likely be making an appearance tonight as well as who is going to cover what area of the club for the night," he explained swiftly, only moving on when I nodded in understanding. I listened closely as he dolled out an assignment to each girl, trying to commit their names and faces to memory as he did so.

"Alright, so that just leaves VIP room four to you, Roxie. Usually, we have you start training on the floor, but I can tell you're slightly uncomfortable, so I figured a VIP room for a business meeting is the best way to start you since you'll be around a smaller group of men. I'll stick you with Ivy since you two already know each other and you'll be comfortable training with her," Milo said before nodding and telling all of us to have a fun and safe night. "Roxie, I've got a couple more things I need to go over with you before you take off," he murmured, jerking his head towards the door and telling Ivy to follow.

"What's up, boss man?" Ivy asked while hurrying behind him. I struggled slightly to keep up with their long strides, not entirely used to walking around in this high of heels yet. Yeah, my feet are going to be killing me within the next hour.

"I know you know the drill when training new girls, but she doesn't. Roxie, we take care of our own here. You watch Ivy's back and she watches yours - that sort of thing. Obviously, we run multiple checks to make sure our employees will be safe and not in any harm, but there's always that chance. We have a safe word - well, a safe sentence actually - that we use here to alert those around us that something isn't right without causing a panic. That sentence is 'wow! That's red!' I know it's ridiculous, but remember it just in case you're ever feeling uncomfortable or unsafe," he said, perfectly timing the talk so that he finished what he was saying right as we reached the door to the VIP room we were assigned.

"Alright, I can take it from here. I'll come and grab you if either one of us needs you for any reason," Ivy assured him before patting his bicep and gently pushing the door to the room open.

"Okay, so since we open at nine, VIP rooms can only be reserved starting at 9:30 so that we have a little time to set them up for the party's arrival. This particular one will be an easy room for the night. It's a larger party, but, as Milo said, it's a business meeting so they'll be more focused on whatever the hell they're working on rather than us. We'll just be fetching drinks and food, most likely" Ivy explained distractedly as she began pulling tables together with my help and showing me how they set the tables with cups and other various things.

Suddenly, the tablet looking device on the wall began beeping. I gave Ivy a confused look before she beckoned me over.

"So this is basically just telling us that our party has arrived. If we needed a bit more time because we didn't have everything ready you would hit no, but since we're done we're going to press yes to accept and let the hostess at the front know we're ready and to bring them up," she explained. I nodded, examining the system one last time to understand what she had been showing me.

There were three quick knocks against the wood of the door before it was pushed open. Ivy pulled me to stand next to her at the head of the table with our hands clasped behind our backs. A girl I'd yet to meet entered with a long line of men following. One of which caused my heart to stop in my chest. 

Please, no!

"Gentlemen, Ivy and Roxie will be the ladies taking care of you tonight. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask either of them," the hostess for the night said sweetly, a flirty smile playing on her lips before she nodded and left, closing the door behind her as she went. 

I felt frozen in my spot, unable to break eye contact with one of the last men I wanted to see. Ever.

"Ladies, it's a pleasure. For now, I think we'll all just start with a glass of scotch please," one of the men said with a friendly smile before pulling out the chair to my right and sitting. All the men followed his lead, including Waylon who was still refusing to look anywhere but at me.

Ivy and I made our way around the table filling glasses. I was caught off guard when I felt an arm wrap around the back of my legs, stopping me from moving onto the next glass.

"We don't have beautiful ladies like you where most of us are from," he murmured seductively. He was decent looking, so I didn't mind the attention. What a double-standard hypocrite I was. Had this guy been old and icky I would've been creeped out...oh well.

"Actually, we do. I can't believe you don't remember Jedrek's ex," Waylon spat angrily.