<strong>"So, uh,"</strong>I tried to say, my eyes straying to the puppygirl who was getting carted off.  I really wanted to help her out, but there were very strong men in here and hordes of people outside.  I couldn't really afford to stick my neck out for her sake.  I had to look out for number one for the time being, at least until I had a stabler livelihood. Once the puppygirl was gone, I turned my focus to the proprietor of the casion.<strong>"I was hoping you maybe had an opening for a dancer in your establishment?"</strong>I asked, cursing myself for feeling so nervous.  It was confidence that won employers over, after all.  "I'll take whatever pay you're willing to give me, and, uh... I'll work really hard for you?"[/b]<br/><br/>I didn't know how he was responding to my requests mentally since he pretty much kept ignoring me.<strong>"Well, you've seen the kind of crowds my dancing can draw in, right?  I can certainly keep your casino sold out every night, at least,"</strong>I offered, feeling a little shaky.  What this guy said about my offer determined whether or not I'd be sleeping on the streets tonight, so I coudln't help but be at least a little nervous.<br/><br/>A realization dawned on me that made me worry even more.  He didn't seem too happy that I'd drawn the kind of crowd that I did.<strong>"I know a few good stories and dirty jokes if you're looking for a calmer kind of performer!"</strong>I offered, maybe sounding a bit too excited for my own good.  I just needed this job so bad.  I'd even let him fuck me silly if it got me the job, but I didn't say that because I knew he'd do that right away if I brought it up.  If it was inevitable, though, I'd put up with it if it meant renting an apartment of my very own.