Easy girls, too, may have a heart...

I work in a bar. It's called "The Fish Bowl". Not a bad place to work, if you do what I do. Customers are normally decent guys, businessmen, professionals, people with a job and some money to spend, for drinks and company. The waitresses take care of the drinks, but my job is to provide the company.
I sit on my stool at the bar and chat. These people want to talk, sometimes they are happy for the results of their day, sometimes they miss their wives and children, sometimes they just want to get drunk and maybe play rough. All these cases, they are my job.
I make the customers order and drink, I get paid by The Fish Bowl's owner, a decent wage, then I get a percentage on the drinks I sell. Since The Fish Bowl is the bar of a big hotel, the bill can go up considerably. And since it's the bar of a hotel, I can also go up to the rooms, if I wish. No one will care about that, but of course it improves the business.
I have customers that come again and again. They look for me, when they enter the bar. I wait for them, in my best little dress, I cross my legs on my stool and make them see my very high heels. Some of them also ask me out or offer me some special assignment. I negotiate by myself, I am smart in that. I meet a lot of interesting people, like this. Also weird people sometimes.
I like my job. I like the attention. I like the way the customers look sideways at my legs or start a conversation, pretending not to know that I am paid to do so. Most of the times they play the decent guys far from home, I play the single girl sitting on the stool. You may say I am a whore. Yes, a bit, but not always.
In The Fish Bowl I am not alone. I am the redhead, Larissa is the blonde, Kim the Oriental brunette. Adam also works here: he's so handsome, I am sure some nights he gets more drinks sold than the three of us. We are a sort of family, we say. But it's not really true, we are not going to do this job forever.
I want my own bar. One day I will have enough money to buy a place like The Fish Bowl, in some nice area of the city. Or maybe, a cafè, selling coffees and cappuccinos to mothers who meet their friends after church. Maybe I will not be single anymore then, but...