[ WP ] Write about a `` bring your daughter to work day '' at a job that no one should ever bring their daughter to .

`` I'm not taking no for an answer.'' Liz declared, fire burning in her eyes. She got it from her mother. 
 
 `` Alright what is it?'' I asked over my morning paper. 
 
 `` My professors have given us an exercise in diversity. Adult take your kid to work day.'' 
 
 I spat my coffee. 
 
 `` Honey, you're in the police academy, I do n't think my line of work is appropriate...'' I tried to begin. 
 
 `` Bullshit'' Liz snapped. And I shut up. 
 
 `` What's so bad about your work? You provide a service to the community, pay your taxes, everything you do is within the letter of the law, and it's not like I'm ignorant of the details. Hell! You met mom through work!'' She had me there. 
 
 I signed and slowly began. `` Honey, it's not that there's anything wrong with my work, I just do n't want my reputation following you anymore than it already does.'' 
 
 `` Too bad.'' Was her response. `` If I do n't complete this assignment it'll reflect worse on me. Was I ashamed of my family history? Worse yet, am I hiding some dirty secret like a classic dirty cop? If there's fallout, I'll deal with it.'' 
 
 I sat and reflected for a few moments before finally agreeing. Folding my newspaper neatly I said `` Alright. Grab your coat I usually leave in 10 minutes.'' 
 
 Twenty minutes later we were outside my business. The Rooster and the Rose; intimate encounters. I had been one of the first legal brothels in Canada. When I opened my doors I promised to end the image of a purple suited pimp treating women like objects. First and foremost the `` Menu'' was equal numbers male and female, with a few employees that swung both ways. 
 
 Secondly, my employees were paid an hourly wage, and made about 50k a year depending on events and overtime. Activities were recorded and then as a farewell the employees and clients could choose to save or delete the footage. A professional quality film edit ran $ 899.99, so most clients chose to delete. 
 
 Finally, unlike most bosses where I would create a schedule and that authority has to be followed, I offer shifts and people sign up for them through the week. Clients call ahead and book an appointment in a specific theme room or with a specific employee, and it was the employees choice to accept or not apply. 
 
 As I turned the key and killed the engine, Liz looked over and whipped a paper package out of thin air it seemed. `` So Dad. What made you want to start this business?'' 
 
 `` In the beginning I was an idealistic young man that thought I could make the new laws on brothels swing to my favor. I opened my doors with the intent to make boatloads of money surrounded by sex and attractive men and women. I did n't think much about a family or a future, I just wanted to be successful.'' 
 
 `` Then what happened?'' 
 
 `` Then I met your mother. Come on, let's go inside.'' 
 
 As we walked through the doors the lingering smell of sex assailed us. The front room looked much like a classic strip club. Brass pole on polished hardwood stage off to the right, bar to the left, and a red velvet curtain to the back rooms. The room was empty except for Jerry, the bouncer and sometimes performer, and Leon, his boyfriend/my bartender. Leon immediately noticed Liz. 
 
 `` Hey boss! New employee for orientation?'' He called over and I blanched. Liz however rolled with it, strutting right up to Leon in her five foot five of red headed fury. `` That depends what orientation you prefer, bent over or bound up.'' Jerry burst into tears laughing and Leon stood there awe struck, then blinked and said `` You have to be Sandras daughter! I am so so sorry!'' Then he looked at me realizing what he just said to his bosses daughter. `` Oops.'' 
 
 I waved it off and asked `` Anybody got an early booking they're waiting for? Anybody in the back?'' 
 
 Jerry answered, `` Yeah Nicole's waiting for a client in the dungeon, and Cain in the jungle room.'' 
 
 `` Perfect!'' I chirped and turned to lead Liz past the velvet curtain. As we walked passed and entered the back hall, black polished doors lined the walls, and Liz piped up. 
 
 `` What was mom like back then?'' 
 
 I stopped in my tracks. `` Your mother was the most beautiful, vibrant, energetic person to ever work here. She took this place as her own. As her home. Everyone here mattered to her. She opened my eyes to the connection that intimacy can bring. In a way she taught me how to love. I miss her every day.'' 
 
 `` I know Dad. That's why I joined the police academy, to stop other people from losing their mom like we did. A stupid car crash. From a stupid driver blowing through a stop sign at 80.'' She looked upset and I was already. Then her eyes hardened and she set her jaw. Just like her mother. 
 
 `` So why did Leon call one room the dungeon?'' Liz asked as we stayed walking again. `` You'll see.'' 
 
 As I opened the door a surprised `` FUCK'' and the scramble for clothing was all I heard. I waited until Nicole came to the door, clutching the edges of a robe looking embarrassed. `` Oh hey boss!'' She said as she opened the door wide, and Liz' eyes opened wider. In the center of the room was a massive king size wrought iron bed, with shackle points every six inches on the bars as well as the head and foot boards. A Catherine's wheel and Spanish donkey were pushed to the right while a set of classic stocks was bolted to the floor behind them. To the right of the bed was an empty space with a soft mat on it, and suspension points above. To complete the motif a massive weapons rack of paddles, whips, crops, and restraints all hung neatly organized. 
 
 Nicole noticed Liz' expression and chuckled. `` Liking what you see doll?'' Liz shook her head as if to clear it, and began to interview Nicole. 
 
 What do you enjoy about working here? 
 The freedom to set my schedule, to explore myself, and to experience new activities and lovers. 
 
 What made you decide to pursue this career? 
 Honestly I did n't. I put in a resume as a joke and 8 got a phone call. Never thought I'd make a career of it. 
 
 This continued for a few minutes before Liz piped up to me and said; `` ok no more questions here, where to next?'' 
 
 `` Cain, in the jungle room, probably wearing a loincloth'' I responded, leading the way. 
 
 I lead her to the jungle room, and before I could knock the door swung open as Cain came rushing out. 
 
 `` SNAKE!'' he cried as he tore passed, and sure enough someone had put a garter snake in the jungle room as a prank. Liz started laughing as she watched Cain prance down the hall, butt cheeks flapping in the breeze wailing about such a little snake. 
 
 Instead of interviewing Cain I ended up giving Liz a tour of the theme rooms we offered, and answered a few general queries she had. Then as we were going to leave she stopped me. `` Dad. I might take no for an answer here, I'm not sure, but are you hiring?''
