Fast Fame (Tommyinnit x fem!reader)

Chapter 1: My Life

POV: You (Alex)

This is my 5 year anniversary since I ran away from home at age 12. And my 1 year anniversary of being a stripper. It's not the best job, but I've never been touched during my time as a stripper, except that one time at 15 and a half, but I got away. I've been fine since. The club has taken good care of me. I ran away at age 12 from Ipswich to Brighton, UK. I grew up in Ipswich. I had 3 sisters and 1 brother; I was the oldest. But, alas, I was treated unfairly. My parents haven't even bothered to look for me since I left. They didn't care: only the second oldest, my sister, Alyssa, cared. She was the only one to care. But I left her too, just like the rest. Even though she gave a fuck. But I don't even know that. I've never known what it was like to have someone. Before I was a stripper I was in foster care until 14, when I again escaped. It wasn't worse in the foster system than it was at home. All it was was some shitty people who didn't care what I did, so I got to leave with ease. I never got a proper schooling, you see. I dropped out after I left the foster system and had been living in the streets for 2 years with a stable job at a Shell. Then I became a stripper. It definitely pays a lot more. I got an apartment and that's good. I'm doing better now. And now that I'm 17 I've been promoted. I can give a private for a hundred bucks. I know it's not the best thing ever, but it keeps a roof over my head and food in my belly. It's not the life I pictured for myself. But it's my life. And it's fine. But tonight I'm on my way to the club. I'm scared. For the first night in my life I'm scared. I'm never scared. Period. But tonight it's different. I'm scared I'm going to get touched. I'm scared someone is going to take me. I'm terrified. So terrified I may chicken out, but I've not been getting good business so I need this. I haven't eaten in a couple of days; rent has been tricky.

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I make it to the club. I'm still scared. I thought it would be off by then but it's still here: bright and bold. I hope it doesn't show on stage.

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I do everything I need to and go in for my first private session. Shit. I see the man. He is tall and ugly. He has so much lust in his eyes it's insane. I think I'm about to puke. But I hold it in. This is what I was trained to do, to fight. I'm a fighter naturally. But I do what I came here to do and finish off my night.

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And then I'm walking back to my apartment in my trench cloak to hide my clothing from the club. That's when it happens. I'm ambushed. Someone grabs me from behind and puts a hand over my mouth, so I can't scream. Shit. Shit. I was right to be scared; this is fucking terrifying. I try to scream. I try so hard but I can't. But I also can't give up. I kick back, my foot connecting with his groin, and he loosens his grip just for a moment, but it's enough. I run. He had already taken my trench coat off so I'm freezing, but I don't care. I run and run and run. I don't stop. I find the nearest house. I have no clue where I am. I bang on the door vigorously. I ring the doorbell until the door finally opens, and I pass out inside the house. My last words are "help."