18+ Only
Rated R
(If you're underage like myself and you want to read this then go for it but just warning you it's STRONG sexual shit in this book)
"Look, I've been watching you for some time since you've worked at the club, watching as men trie...
People may think of me as a slut because of the job I have, but I'm anything but a slut.
I'm a virgin that works at a strip club. I'm not a whore for choosing this job, I needed the money.
I dropped out of high school when I was in the eleventh grade because of things that were happening at home. I decided to move in with my boyfriend until we broke up. I didn't have a home, I couldn't get a good job without finishing high school or going to college. The only job I could get is giving lap dances to horny men and dancing on poles just for men to throw money at me.
I never pictured my life to be this way, I always wanted to be a lawyer when I was older...But look at me now, dressed in almost nothing giving a lap dance just to make 20 dollars.
"You're so fucking hot" The creepy man told me as he grabbed my hips pulling me closer to him.
All I did was smile as I continued dancing around him and on him.
"When do you get off, baby girl? '' He asked, pulling out a 20 dollar bill from his wallet and putting it in my thong as I got off him.
"Sorry, I have a boyfriend" I lied hoping he'd buy it.
He gave me a creepy smirk running his fingers through his dark hair. "Babygirl, Don't lie to me"
He grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him as he got up from his seat.
I looked over to the security guard trying to grab his attention. He admittedly walked over to us and grabbed the man's arm and pulled him away from me.
"Is there a problem here, Ruby?" The security guard asked. Ruby is my stage name because it would be too dangerous to use my real name, the house mom told me to pick something sexy, ruby was the only thing that came to mind.
"No there isn't, I was just paying this bitch" The creepy man said as he rolled his eyes and tried to walk away but the security guard took him away and kicked him out of the strip club.
Sometimes I really hate my job.
I was sitting at the bar having a drink of water because we're not aloud to drink on the job, but fuck I could really use a drink right now.
"Are you ok, Jennifer?" Jake the bartender asked me as he poured a drink for one of the customers.
Jake was one of the few people there that knew my real name, I never knew the real reason why he chose to work here, maybe he just liked seeing all the almost naked women working here.
"I'm fine" I told him while taking a sip of my water.
He tilted his head to make me look into his bright blue ocean eyes, He frowned.
"I saw that creep trying to get you to leave with him after you were done work"
I sighed.
"Jenn, You know if you work here you'll have guys like that all the time, you can't let it get to you"
I've been working in this club for almost a week now. That was my eighth creep. Of course I'm not going to take it well, But I can't quit, I need the money, even though I leave here every night leaving with only 70 dollars.
"I know.... Bu-"
"listen, If you're going to be sad all night about that one creep you may as well just quit" He interrupted.
I got up from my seat and looked into his eyes. "I need the money" I said as I walked away.
The club was packed up with horny men, some of the men here probably have wives and a family and after they're done spending hundreds of dollars here they'll go home and pretend to love them hoping their wife doesn't find out.
"Hey pretty lady" A young man said as he walked up to me, he looked about to be in his twenties, he has jet black hair and he's wearing a black suit. He smiled as he caught me staring at his handsome features.
"Oh...Hey, would you like a lap dance?" I asked the handsome horny guy.
"No" He smirked.
I frowned and started to walk away before he pulled my arm.
"How much for the night?" He asked, grabbing his wallet from his suit.
"Oh...I'm not a prostitute," I said, pulling away.
"But you need the money...don't you"
"Well..Yeah..."
"Then how much for the night, sweetheart?" He asked me as he pulled out a whole wad of cash, my mouth dropped. I was speechless.
"800 sounds good?" He asked, counting out 800 dollars and passing it to me to take.
I'm not a prostitute but I needed the money, living in a small apartment and having to pay 150 every month isn't going so well...but this is so wrong and dangerous yet all I said was...
"Yeah...That's...Good"
What the fuck am I doing.
"Good, now come with me baby girl".
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