Faked for you

Chapter two

Ellie's POV.

When I got home from the landing strip I got right in the shower hoping to wash off all the smoke and old men smell off me. I don't enjoy my job, I think a lot of people think I do it because I truly am a slut but the truth is I need to pay my bills and I can't get a good enough job to do that without spending at least one year in school and I don't have time for school and the landing strip all together, So I'll do this until I can figure something out. When I met my best friend I was a waitress barely able to afford food because my bills took up so much of my money and she told me how much she got paid for what she does and so I quit and joined her as a waitress at a strip club but they soon told me They needed more strippers and I was their best option so I did it. I would so much rather work in publishing or something that I'm allowed to cover myself in but this pays me well and it's what I know how to do. I knew the minute I moved out of my grandmas house after she died that I would have to do something like this to be able to pay rent even if I hated it.

When I laid down in my bed I closed my eyes but when I did I saw that man at the club. I wouldn't know his name if he wasn't on tv sports channel every other week playing and winning for his team. I'm not sure why he was talking to me about going out but I sure as hell can't get mixed up in famous football player drama. If I did the next thing I know I'm in love and being walked all over.

He looked like he was done though, He looked as if he didn't care about anything but himself. I pull out my phone and google him. When I see all the horrible things people say about him I'm not at all shocked based on how grumpy he looked even if he was smiling and laughing.

"He's nothing but good at football"
"If only he had some kind of life then maybe people would take interest in him."
"Hot but boring."

I toss my phone down on my side and shake my head. Was he just trying to make friends with me? Why would he want me as his friend? I have to stop thinking about him, if need to sleep this off. I blame being sore for thinking of a complete stranger so late at night.

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When I woke up I was already thirty minutes later then I should be. I pulled my sweater over my booty shorts and grabbed my keys before running down the stairs and out the door of my apartment building.

By the time I got inside my boss had probably called me twenty times but that didn't stop him from standing in front of the door waiting to scream at me.

"I know I know I'm late! I'm sorry I slept in" I frantically say freezing since I don't have much clothing on and he's standing in front of the door blocking me out.

"Ellie this is your last warning! One more time and you need to find another place to be a whore for!" He screams before slamming the door open for me.

Once I was inside in the dressing room I applied my false eyelashes after doing my eyeliner probably ten times from the little tears trying to seep their way down my cheek. I don't cry, I haven't cried in years but I think I'm losing it. I'm exhausted and sore and all I need is a break from work and all the things I have to do for others but can't do for myself. I haven't taken a bath in two years and I only put make up on for work, I simply work until it's time to eat or sleep and that's how it's been the past two years since I got this job when I was 21.

"Hey Elle" Anna sighs standing behind me

Anna has been my best friend ever since She told me about this place, She saved me from having to live in my car. She's my only friend really and god I love her to death, We both tell each other that if we ever have kids we will name them after each other and I plan on doing exactly that. If I ever find someone and have children that is.