Kristen, a 23 year old struggling college student who just so happens to put herself through college being a stripper, crosses paths with the infamous newly sober Nikki Sixx. whom is exploring his new view of creativity. Nikki owes his old friend...
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Nikki has always been selfish. He never liked to share.
He didn't like to share his drugs, alcohol, and especially not his women. Some he didn't care about. The trashy groupie whores, he didn't care about, he'd pass them around the whole band and never cared. But women like Kristen, he damn sure didn't want to share her with anyone.
This is why he found himself parked in front of the club Kristen worked at with a cigarette hanging from his lip and his fingers drumming on his steering wheel. He was at the studio when Kristen started poisoning his mind. He felt himself losing concentration the more the thought about men looking at her and paying her just so they could get their grimy paws on her.
Nikki and Kristen never put a label on the relationship, if that is even what you would call this. He knew he had no right to be sitting outside raging about this. But that didn't stop him from doing what he did.
He was seeing red when he marched up to the double doors that lead into the club. The bouncer stood in front of him and was trying to get him to pay the cover to enter. "Do you know who the fuck I am buddy?" He was poking the large burly man's chest angrily. "I will have your ass and your job faster than you can say sorry." The bouncer looked down at Nikki and worry covered his face when he did realize who the "fuck he was". The bouncer quickly apologized and moved to the side and let the wild black-haired man storm inside.
His eyes were scanning the club. The whole club had a blue tint to it due to the lights. He felt the thumping of the music in his chest. As he walked closer to the bar he saw her. Surrounded by clouds of smoke and men. She was smiling and laughing with them, no doubt just trying to get a couple of $20 bills out of them. Kristen put out her cigarette and flicked her eyes behind the men she was talking to. Her heart thumped with joy as she pushed the men aside to run up to him.
Kristen jumped and squealed into Nikki's arms while muttering "What are you doing here baby?" into his chest. Nikki's heart swelled at the pet name she had just given him. For a second all of his anger melted away as he encircled her in his arms and squeezed her. After a beat Kristen pulled back, a smile never leaving her face.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of you Mr. Sixx" She smiled girlishly at him. He chuckled and smiled back and almost forgot what he was doing here. Until he looked down and saw the skimpy two-piece purple outfit she had on if you could even call it an outfit. He felt his anger bubble up again. He looked behind Kristen and saw the group she was talking to looking directly at her ass. He huffed as he switched positions with her so they could no longer have the pleasure of seeing her. Nikki's mind was going a million miles per minute trying to figure out how to communicate with her. But he was never that good at communication.
