I lean upwards towards his ear breathing softly. "you're mean." I murmur as I swallow a whine he clearly heard. His devilish smirk appears "No" he shakes his head "This is mean" he pinches my nipple in the hand that's covering my nipples I whimper...
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My eyes spring open I inhale deeply confused I look around I'm in a bed. I gag mentally.
A cozy bed it's a room a bedroom it normal looking expensive and huge. I look at my body I still wearing this cheap clothing. I don't feel an ache fown there or anything I'm not bleeding. I guess I can cross off my first worry.
I pull the blankets off me the door opens I gasp. Crawling backwards til I hit the bed frame.
"Where am I ?" I question looking around. I wince feeling the bruise on my swollen cheek.
"I tell you this you've got approximately three choices." The dark haired person states. Who looks like he's probably about 15.
"I get to put a bullet in your head you work at the pantera Rosa or you become a maid here." He respond with simplicity shrugging his shoulders gently.
My brows furrow pantera Rosa I- that's a strip club. I stutter to form words.
"Personally I enjoy the 1st idea." He mutters grinning at like a creep he's like 15. I really just want to yank his hair. I stare at him for a moment unsure what to do.
"D- did you save me?" I question I don't trust him the person who saved me might have better luck getting me to speak.
He shakes his head "Mr.Everett is busy right now." He responds. He sounds familiar his voice. I don't say anything.
"I can either be a stripper or dead." I ask brushing my hair out my face. "or a-" he starts I cut him off. "that was out of the question" I respond.
He shoulders shake as he laughs. "Listen kid-" I start "I'm not a kid" he defends "your younger than me your a kid." I nod my head trying to stand up.
"it's been a really really messed up week." 7 days of torture seven days of bitter and my girlfriend went cheating on me. No. not the time.
I step on the floor wobbling a bit even if I made a run for it I have no idea where I am. My legs ache I sit back down. Groaning. "Where am I?" I ask seriously confused about my mental state. "princess protection program." He says.
I roll my eyes at his sarcasm he chuckles he looks like a child man a child protending to be a man.
"you still in America if that's what your wondering." he admits. Oh yay. "What where you saying earlier? About a proposition." I stammer poking at my thighs. My tan skin dull and raw.
Being numb and all.
So I have the opportunity to become a stripper of the most well respected club in the country shocker i know but it's supposedly a mans world. I did some digging on it when my friend Tianna wanted to become a stripper. As a joke but she did do her research.but now she's gone to.
I swallow my mouth opens but nothing comes out. "Was I sold?" I whisper my voice raspy.
He shrugs "yeah."he adds looking down at his gun. "So your a sex trafficker?" I question I'm not sure how this works.
Tears blur my vision. "No I'm not." He implies. "Personally I find the whole buying people this a bit disgusting." He utters playing with his gun.
I look at sniffing "so then why? " I ask why what he questions me confused. "Why did you buy me." I ask I don't think it was him. But maybe I can trick him into giving me answers.
"I didn't someone else did you were more of a repercussion or an innocent bystander. " he responds I roll my eyes bullshit.
"I wasn't much of a bystander more a drugged up girl hanging from the ceiling by her wrist." I mumble licking my lips. He looks at the floor. "Are you going to start crying cause I can come back." He offers with such seriousness. I narrow my eyes at him.
I look at him "Im usually not comfortable crying in front of other people but your still a child so-" I start thinking out loud he cuts me off getting offended.
"I'm am 16 and a half also I'm taller than you" he says in a stern voice.
"I have no doubt in my mind your taller than me Im 5'1 so I'm considered a midget to the rest of society So congratulations your taller then a fifth grader." I grumble to him pointing a finger.
"Holy hell who new you were such a firecracker." He snickers "Aww did you learn the big words last yeah when you were graduating from middle school." I give him a fake pout.
"You know what fuck that and you I'm going to jump off a building." He says waving his gun around. "Do a flip!" I yell right before he closes the door.
A smirk plays on my face. "So that's a stripper right." he pops his head back in the door." I nod momentarily. I've always wanted to be a stripper.
