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Beginning (1)

Surprise...

Here's the deal...you get six chapters of this - if it seems to be liked I will continue updating it after Safe Haven.

It's just a little trial as this story lines is something different than my other work and is going to mostly smut and kink based.

Arlos pov:

"Ah~ ah oh fuck yes, thank you." I whimpered in the the older man's ear as I felt his hands run through my hair as he held me close thrusting into me over and over.

I continued to fake my moans as I felt the tiniest bit of pleasure.

"You're so fucking beautiful." I couldn't help but smirk. I knew it. I was told it every night...

I was the youngest one here, everyone loved me.
I got paid well, so I stuck with it. I continued to bounce on his dick, my mouth open as I moaned, while he filled the condom.

After that session, I got myself cleaned up in the back room while, Mr. Malians checked the older man out. My body was aching from our busy night, yet I knew I made well over five hundred.

I slipped on my outfit for dancing - I always did a little bit of both, I spent the beginning of my shift on the floor, giving me time to gather my clients.

I glanced in the mirror, the small leather underwear, with straps around my body, just for the look, had fit my slim figure perfectly, I was only 5'5, I wasn't the smallest, but I had a slimmer build.
Fluffing my blonde hair in the mirror as it had gone flat, from the sweat and humidity.

I collapsed in the back room, as Mr. Malian; Jake... came back. He handed me everything I had made that night. I smirked, we were cash only - it was my favorite thing about our business, I took home what I made. Every. Night.

"Well sexy - how was it?" He smirked as sat on the couch next to me.
I shrugged. "Bunch of forty year old men dicks who can't get hard for their wives anymore. I mean it could be worse." I chuckled as his hand landed on my bare thigh. I gently moved it over as he sipped his liquor from a small glass.

"Wanna show me how you danced tonight?" He said seductively.

I rolled my eyes as I pushed off the couch. He grabbed my wrist. Standing up, his hands found my waist as he pulled me into him.

"C'mon baby." He mumbled, as his grip dug into my torso. I'd love to say it made me sick.
But sadly I was used to it.

In a sick sick way - it made me happy to know at least someone...found me attractive.

Yet I pushed his hands off me, before grabbing my bag and slipping into the bathroom to change.

I threw on black jeans, and a baggy hoodie, before quickly rushing out of the building.

When I got to my apartment, my cat Mack, had ran between my feet, he was an all black cat, he had my heart, as I scooped him up, carrying him like a baby. I kissed the tip of his nose, before opening the fridge, I threw some leftovers in the microwave, while still holding my cat the entire time.

Grabbing my bag from the table, I pulled out my homework - I was eighteen, with four more months of high school...till I was free. I was held back a year in middle school, I should've graduated last year, but due to fights on fights, they forced me to stay back.

I quickly scribbled down my homework, putting Mack down. Before the microwave beeped and Mack meowed for his own dinner.

I fed him scratching the top of his head walking over to the living room, tapping my Bluetooth speaker, which began to play music, bringing a smile onto my face.

I glanced at the clock, it was three am - I had four hours before I needed to be to school.

I was living the dream...stripper by night - boring high school student by day.

Finishing my homework - as quickly as I could, before taking a quick shower.

Giving myself a once over in the mirror, ignoring all my scars...caused by me or fights...

Jumping into bed, Mack not too far behind me, we snuggled together, slipping into a deep sleep.

Waking up to a blaring alarm clock was not my favorite, school was my least favorite thing in the world.

Into my first class - I played my favorite role : anti - social.

I kept my hoodie pulled over my head, my gaze on the ground for my first class.

"Mr. Coil...why don't you tell me the answer to our
Quadratic equation?" I rolled my eyes - still half asleep allowing my head to rest on the desk.

I knew for a fact all eyes were on me. Did I care? They can suck my fucking dick and choke on it.

I simply flipped off the teacher not even bothering to lift my head.

The teacher scoffed as he knows what kind of behavior I can give.
I mean come on it's eight thirty, we're really doing this?

"Alright Arlo, you wanna be so exhausted - here's thirty two extra problems for you to do at home, maybe then you'll finally have something we like to call - motivation." The teacher scoffed as he slipped in under my arm, that was blocking my head. I grabbed the paper crumbling it up, and throwing it at him.

"That's it." He grabbed the shoulder of my hoodie, attempting to force me up.

Bash his head against the wall and watch the blood pool out.

I can't help but snicker at my thoughts as I stand up, quickly, shoving the Mr. Dravidian into the back wall. I quickly threw a punch into his mouth - since he wanted to talk shit, I punched him once again in the nose as I could hear murmurs and even exclaims in the background.

Moments later there was blood on my knuckles as I watched blood drip from his nose. I watched it contently.

"That's what I thought." I spit out aggressively - before slipping out of class, before other teachers and the administrators showed up.

And that's why I was held back.