**Just because you guys were so supportive yesterday, here's the second chapter as a thank you :) Enjoy!**

ROXY'S OUTFIT

Roxie's POV

I shot back the rest of my second vodka cranberry of the night, giggling furiously at the story Khloe was telling about some out of control client at her work that got too drunk the other night. My body was feeling light and my head was buzzing the perfect amount. I felt good.

"I'm so glad you made me come out tonight, Khlo," I yelled into her ear so she could hear over the bumping music.

"I know, you light-weight. C'mon, let's go to the VIP," she yelled back, grabbing me by the crook of my arm and dragging me to the other side of the club. I smiled flirtatiously at the bouncer guarding a set of stairs before he moved to allow Khloe and me up. The sober part of my brain knew it was because she had connections everywhere, but the tipsy part of my brain wanted to believe it was because he thought I was hot.

"It's so nice and quiet up here!" I whispered as the music grew softer the further we ventured into the extravagant room. 

"I know, right? The walls and floors are sound canceling to 'enhance the ambiance and experience'," she said with a posh accent while sticking her nose up in the air and deepening the tone of her voice. I laughed furiously at her, causing every single head in the room to turn our way. Had I been sober, I would've been mortified, but the liquid courage in my system prompted me to just smile like an idiot before giving a single finger-twiddling wave to no one in particular.

"Either everyone in the room popped viagra at the same time, or you're one sexy mama," Khloe commented before shooting me a knowing smirk. I blushed while shoving at her arm.

"Oooh, he's cute," I whispered while looking directly at a handsome man who I'd place in the early thirties.

"You feeling daring?" Khloe asked with her back to the guy, though it sounded like more of a challenge.

"Ma'am, this is courtesy of the gentleman over there," a waitress told me before looking pointedly at the man I'd just been eyeing. I bit my lip while locking eyes with him. A slow, sensual smirk took over his face as he stared back intently. I took the shot and downed it in one go before setting the glass back on the tray and thanking the woman as she walked off.

"Now I am," I shot back at Khloe. She just snickered while shaking her head.

"I dare you to go sit on his lap right now," she stated, clearly expecting me to blush and refuse. Not tonight, though. Mama didn't raise a coward.

I didn't answer her, just strutted towards the table where the man in question was sitting. He looked away from whoever he was speaking with and gave me an inquisitive look. As I grew closer, his face grew more amused, obviously trying to figure out what I was going to do. His legs were spread wide across the booth as he swirled the ice cubes around in his glass of what I assumed was whiskey, allowing me to easily slide myself onto his lap comfortably.

His face immediately changed from humor to shock at my bold move.

"I see you're one to mix business with pleasure, Mr. Sapporo," the man across from us muttered, not sounding at all pleased. The man whose lap I was on looked down at me with a hard, angry glare - something that sobered me up instantly.

No. No. No. I screwed up. I screwed up big time. Who takes a client to a club?! And why did he buy me a drink and give me that look?

"You haven't told anyone about me?" I asked, forcing slight outrage into my tone. The man's face took on an edge of confusion for a split second until he realized I was helping him fix my mistake and went along with it.

"No, sweetheart, I haven't," he murmured softly, kissing my forehead stiffly and looking back up at the man with a beaming smile.

"We've only been together a few weeks, so I do apologize for the confusion, gentlemen. My mother would have my balls if anyone found out about my relationship before her, so sealed lips would be appreciated," the man joked easily. Even I believed him and I knew we were both lying. The men quickly bought the fib, the tension in their bodies easing up immediately.

"Why don't you go wait in my office, baby? I'll be there as soon as my meeting is done," The man said before tersely pecking my cheek and beginning to push me off his lap. I slid off and nodded before flashing a charming smile to all the onlookers and walking away. Once I was out of sight I dashed over to where I spotted Khloe. I ignored the fact that she was talking to some guy as I barged up.

"You're never going to believe what just happened to me," I said with a slight giggle. She didn't look upset by me interrupting her as she could already tell this was going to be a good story.

"Spill. Now," she demanded with a smirk.

"I sat on his lap and the second I did I found out he was in a freaking business meeting!" I squealed. A few seconds passed before she and I started cracking up simultaneously.

"Wait, wait! It gets better,' I wheezed, "I had to pretend we were dating so I didn't lose him a client!" I said between gasps, causing both of us to laugh even harder.

"Damn, you just can't catch a break can you?" Khloe giggled before apologizing to the male in front of her and saying goodbye. He took the hint before walking off and beginning to chat up another girl a few feet away. I felt a presence behind me before peeking over my shoulder. My eyes grew wide as I snapped my head forward and gave Khloe a pointed look while mouthing that's him! to her. Her face took up an amused expression before she brushed me off and glanced behind me.

"Milo, how are you?" Khloe asked him, catching me completely off guard.

"Wait a minute, you two know each other?!" I gasped while shifting so I could look back and forth between the two.

"He's co-owner at the club I work at. He also happens to own this club all on his own as well," she replied, her tone filled with mirth.

"Oh no. She's not going to be in trouble for the dumb stunt I pulled back there, is she?" I asked the man - Milo she called him - sheepishly. He chuckled before shaking his head and taking another sip of his drink.

"No. Though my new clients had much to say about my stunning girlfriend," he stated pointedly while giving me a questioning look. I put my hands up in the air in a defensive stance.

"Hey, it's the only thing my buzzed brain could come up with on the spot and I didn't want to get you in trouble," I said somewhat defensively, "and I wouldn't have even approached you had you not sent me some mixed signals!" I muttered.

"Yes, well, I just like to make sure all those who appear to be a new face have a good time while here. Though, It's too bad those men will be finding out in a few weeks that we just didn't make it. Our lives were too different to ever become anything serious," he stated faux-wistfully while placing the back of his hand against his forehead in a dramatic gesture of despair. Khloe and I giggled furiously at his antics before I crossed my arms and set him with a challenging stare.

"And why couldn't we work out, huh?" I demanded, feigning being insulted.

"Because you're the furthest thing from my type. Sorry, sweetheart," he joked before shooting me a playful wink.

"That's alright, you probably couldn't handle me anyway," I shot back causing him to laugh loudly.

"I wouldn't doubt that. So, I assume that you're Roxie from everything that Khloe's told me about her best friend," Milo said while a small smile pulled at the edges of his lips.

"Yes and whatever she said I did I probably did do, but it was also probably justified," I joked. He chuckled before finishing his glass of alcohol and passing it off to one of the waitresses walking by.

"So, how come you keep turning down the opportunity to work at my gentlemen's club?" he asked curiously while staring at me intensely.

"Your gentlemen's club? I thought you only co-owned it?" I asked.

"Just ignore her question, it's her way of deflecting a question she doesn't want to answer," Khloe explained expertly before winking at my glaring face.

"So?" Milo pushed on.

"Well, up until a few hours ago, I had a somewhat-respectable job as a sous chef and was convinced I would be okay after a few months of hard work," I grumbled, feeling my pissed off mood from earlier coming back.   

"And now?" he questioned with a single raised brow.

"Give me a few minutes to come up with another excuse," I laughed.

"That's her way of saying she's afraid of what everyone back home will say even though she knows she would have the time of her life entertaining and passing drinks with me," Khloe interrupted after slapping a hand over my mouth as I opened it to continue my reply.

"So I'll see you tomorrow night with Khloe for your first shift is what I'm hearing," Milo insisted before tipping back the cup of his new drink he'd just been brought. I groaned in annoyance as he said goodbye to Khloe and me before sauntering off.

"Really, Khloe? What if I wasn't ready for this, huh? What if I don't want to 'entertain' or pass drinks?" I growled.

"Oh chill. I know for a fact you do. You've drunkenly confessed it to me numerous times. And besides, you don't start out 'entertaining' right away. Everyone begins as a main-floor waitress, then you slowly work your way up. Baby steps, Rox," she smiled mischievously before waving the waitress over and ordering us another round of shots. 

"Well, what the heck. What do I have to lose?" I asked her with a massive grin that mirrored her own. She yelled in excitement before downing her shot and pulling me behind her back down to the common area to dance to the too-loud music surrounded by too many sweaty bodies.  

**

The next morning, I awoke with a slightly pounding headache and the leftover taste of alcohol on my tongue.

"Milo really knows how to treat his employees," I grunted before sitting up in Khloe's bed. She was already sitting on her phone next to me, looking like she'd never taken a single sip of anything but water last night.

"Awh, that's the first time you've verbally acknowledged that you work there now!" Khloe cooed while giving me a kissy face. I rolled my eyes at her before flipping her off.

"Don't start. I simply said he knows how to treat his employees - meaning you - because wow I don't think I've ever had bottle service quite like that before," I snickered, instantly regretting it as pain shot through my head.

"Whatever. Your subconscious thinks otherwise, but that's not the point. The point is, you're now employed at Rouge which means you get to use the company card to buy a whole new wardrobe of lingerie," she stated with a dramatic show of excitement.

"Ugh, I forgot my everyday uniform is now going to be skimpy scraps of cloth you call underwear," I groaned.

"Hey! Don't judge! All us Rouge girls get enough of that crap from the women who claim to be feminists but then turn around and criticize our line of work. News flash, a lot of us like and feel empowered when we prance around with our sexy bodies on show while making money. It's not a crime," she grumbled with a pointed look. I giggled at her attitude.

"Oh, babe, I wasn't judging. I was just imagining all the cardio and squats I'm going to have to do before I feel even remotely comfortable in that particular uniform," I said.

"Again with this crap? I can't wait 'til I can deck you with all the cash you make on your first night. If you come home with more than a thousand in cash, you never get to open that fat mouth about how you think you look ever again. Deal?" she ordered. I snorted before shaking her outstretched hand.

"Deal. Buy earplugs, cause it's never going to happen," I taunted as I slid off of the bed and made my way into the bathroom. A shower was necessary to make myself look somewhat put together before we went on our shopping spree.