Chapter One
Ember
“It fits,” I tell Diamond as she slides her badge over the employees’ entrance scanner. When the door unlocks, we both walk in.
“Your tits are going to explode out of it.”
I look down at the black corset top I’m wearing and see she’s right. At any moment I’m going to turn into a Pillsbury can and everything is going to bust free.
“Isn't that the point, though?” I try to adjust the top, but it’s no use.
This uniform isn't meant to cover much, and as a cocktail girl at a casino, we’re supposed to scream sexy. It’s something that’s completely foreign to me, but I know the money will be worth it.
It’s my first day on the floor alone, and I finally get to serve drinks without a shadow. No more training outfit for me because now I’m in the full uniform. A uniform that took both of us to get on. Now I pray it stays in place until my shift is over.
“I mean, it kind of is, but don’t you want to be comfortable?” Diamond pokes the top of my boobs, which are bulging up practically to my neck.
“It would be nice to breathe,” I agree, but I think I’m starting to get used to it. Or maybe I'm losing blood flow to my brain, and I’m becoming delusional.
“We’ll stop at uniforms and see if they have a size bigger for you and your tits. If not, they can order one or something.”
I grab the top of the corset and try once again to give it a good tug. I’m not used to wearing something so revealing, but the tips are crazy from what my roommate Diamond says. I might be about to pop out of my top, but I think I look pretty damn sexy.
“Hey, Mitch. My girl Ember is going to need a bigger top.” Diamond leans on the doorframe into the uniform room. Mitch looks over to her and then to me, where his eyes land directly on my chest.
“You sure you want to cover those up?” he asks as he stands from his desk and grabs a clipboard. “I mean, people pay good money for tits like that. I know I’ve been saving.”
I snort. “I don’t want to spill out of my top.”
“You’re going to be making men spill all kinds of things tonight.” He winks and I feel my face flush. As sexy as I feel, I do not foresee that happening. “Turn around and let me see what size you’ve got.” I do as he asks and then I hear him curse.
“What?” I turn back around wondering what’s wrong with the corset. Thank god I got to pick my own bottoms. The only rule was it had to be black and I was able to find that pretty easy on my own.
“I’m going to have to see if I can order a bigger size.” I stand there in shock for a moment. I know I’m a fuller girl, but come on.
“Really?” Diamond looks as confused as me.
“Sorry, but this is Vegas. They aren't used to having thick girls here, but I’ll see what I can do. Sorry, sugar.” He scribbles the note on his clipboard.
“I should just lose a little weight.” I let out a long sigh. I bet if I took a few pounds off, I could easily fit in it without tempting a nip slip.
“Now hang on a second.” Diamond holds her hands up. “When you interviewed to be my roommate, you made it clear you loved carbs. We aren't getting rid of carbs.”
That actually was one of the questions she asked. We’ve lived together for six months now, but she asked all kinds of crazy questions when I came to see her place.
“I can’t get rid of carbs, but I could work out.” I’d be hell on wheels without carbs. How can we put people on the moon but we can’t come up with a diet that is strictly carbs? That’s a diet I could get behind.
“Work out.” Diamond says it like it's a foreign phrase she’s never heard before. At six feet tall, Diamond has a killer body. She has legs for days and can eat anything she wants and not gain a pound.
“Thanks, Mitch,” I say, knowing we need to get to it since our shift starts in five minutes.
“No problem. I’ll see what I can do.”
“Let’s go before we’re late.” I link my arm with Diamond’s to pull her along.
“Work out,” Diamond says again as we go to our shared locker and put our stuff away. Her face is still filled with shock.
“There’s a gym across the street from our place,” I say as we scan our other badges to clock in.
“There’s a gym across the street from us?”
“It’s between the King’s Donuts and the travel agent place.” How did she not see it? It’s pretty freaking big.
“I thought it was a furniture store. Our neighborhood is going downhill.”
I take off my sneakers and put on black heels. After a few months of training I’m finally starting to get good at walking in them.
“I mean, if I just lose a few pounds I’ll fit. It’s not going to kill me.” I put on lip gloss before fluffing my hair. Diamond takes the lip gloss from me and puts it on.
“It’s your body; you can do whatever you want. It probably wouldn't kill me to work out a little too. Taking the stairs up to our floor is killer.”
“You take the elevator,” I point out, but we are on the seventh floor of our apartment building.
“I know, but what if one day I might need to take them?”
“You just want to see if there are hot men at the gym.”
“It’s not like there are any here.”
It’s true. Most of the guys here are three times my age. Although that doesn't stop them from hitting on the girls. I haven't had that happen to me yet, but I’ve also been in slacks and a black button-up shirt until today. Now that I’m dolled up and done with training, I’m ready to see what I can do.
“Isn't that the truth,” I murmur as I close our locker. We make our way up to our shift area and I’m surprised when I get the high roller section and a few tables in the poker room.
“Good luck.” Diamond winks at me before she goes off to her section.
I wonder if this is some kind of test to see if I can handle this. Noah, my manager, says I’m a little too shy.
“The uniform looks good on you,” Noah says, and I turn around in time to see my boss running his eyes over me. He clearly doesn't think my boobs are hanging out too much.
“Thanks.” His compliment feels creepy, but I think it’s because he keeps on staring at me.
I straighten my shoulders and grab my tray to relieve Cara on the floor. As I get my first round of drinks for the high roller area, I slowly make my way around delivering each cocktail. After a little while, I notice tips are way more than normal. One guy even put his number on the back of a hundred and told me to keep the change.
As much as it sucks to make money because of my tits, god, could I use the cash. This place pays more than any other job I’ve ever had.
After my group of high rollers are situated, I step into the poker room. As I move around, I feel a shift. I glance around the giant room and notice it’s only half full at the moment. By the end of the night there won’t be an empty seat. My eyes land on a table occupied by men, which isn’t abnormal. From the looks of it, it’s a bachelor party in full swing, and I try to control my groan. Bachelor parties are the worst. Sucky tips, grabby hands, and always a drunken mess to clean up.