Handsome Stranger

I groaned and turned on my side, leaning over my snoring boyfriend to pick my phone up.

"Hello?" I mumbled, rubbing my eye.

"Lola! I know it's late and you aren't scheduled for today but would you be able to come, waitress, tonight? The club is insanely packed, and we're short-staffed" my manager Amanda desperately shouted into the speaker.

I closed my eyes in frustration. The clock on my nightstand read midnight and I really had no intention to leave my bed. But then I looked at the shopping bags full of stuff in the corner of the room I had spent a small fortune on and realized I could probably use the cash.

I worked a few nights a week at this really exclusive nightclub in downtown Amsterdam during summers that were always packed with insanely rich, good looking people and opportunistic disc jockeys. The main rule was not to get involved with anyone while working, make the money, and go. On a good night, which was every night I walked out with close to 3,000 in my pocket.