I met Nick at, no, no I didn't meet Nick; he met me. Nick met me at my last job; I was a waiter at a restaurant.He waited for me one evening outside the restaurant till my shift was over. It was kind of weird. I thought he was a tourist because he dressed like he was on vacation, but he wasn't. He stopped me on my way home and offered me a job. He told me I had good looks that ladies would love and I could make good money, but he didn't tell me what the job was, but I was already interested.He handed me his business card and left in a black Audi A4, and I was sold. I was tired of my shitty job with shitty pay and shit customers. The next day I went to the address on the card; it was a club. The Red Room. It was during the day, so the club wasn't active, but it looked nice and fancy.I asked one of the bartenders for Nick, and they pointed to this office at the far end of a hallway.He was inside smoking a cigar when I opened the door. He told me what the job was, and I was skeptic