Waitress Required

Waitress/er Required:
Upmarket establishment in City. Well presented, flexible hours, no exp req.
Ph: XXXX XXXX

I've disappointed my mother again; this time in my quest for employment.
This morning I had a job interview, for the position described above. The appointment itself was not at the establishment in the city, it was instead it was in Bondi Junction. I walked to the address in the business district, but the location of their office was in the residential area, so I walked down the street and found the building. Well, to be fair it was a townhouse, a little run down on the outside.

The sign on the door read ABC Stress Management. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by a plump, middle aged woman. She introduced herself as Debra and invited me in. Immediately inside the door was the office. The interior was dimly lit and the furnishings were minuscule. A desk with a few pieces of paper scattered about and a chair either side. The blinds were drawn, and hanging in the entrance to the hallway were a myriad of plush curtains.

I sat down with Debra and she told me about the position, speaking quietly and speeding up her voice at points of conversation that could cause unease or generate questions. Debra was only conducting interviews for a man who was opening up a Strip Club in the CBD. There was a generous base rate plus tips. Uniforms were provided although there would also be occasions at which required the girls to be topless. The owner pays all waitresses at the end of a shift in cash as were the girls who worked with her.

While I was at the interview my mother called and in my absence spoke to my flatmate, who told her where I was. Mum, who should know by now, pressed for details so I gave them to her. These were followed by a deathly silence as she came to the same conclusion that I had also come to ...

I'd just been to a brothel.