~George's pov~
I turned eighteen today. As we're speaking, me and my best friend Karl are applying to a bar to become strippers. We're not serious about that, of course. It was Karl's stupid idea to mess around for my birthday. I thought it was funny so i followed his idea.
"You're such a stupid idiot" i mutter to him as we walk out of the bar. He laughs at me as we start walking back to his house.
"Imagine we actually get hired! It would be so fun!" he giggled. I sighed. I would HATE getting hired to be a stripper. All strippers are just sluts that wants money. I mean, yeah, i want money, and i can be really really sexual, but still. I'm no slut.
"It wouldn't, you idiot. We would become some disgusting sluts." I spit out at him. He only laughs more. I love my best friend with my whole heart, i could literally call him my twin or my husband even, but sometimes he can be so stupid!
"Oh come on George! Have a bit of fun! You're eighteen now!"
"You're supposed to be mature at eighteen, you're basically an adult." I tell him. He's a month older than me, he's already eighteen but he acts as if he was eight.
"Ughh, you're so boring. Sometimes i wonder how are we best friends.." he answers. For some reasons, that kind of hurt.
He's right, i am boring. It's my birthday, it's supposed to be fun! What the fuck am i doing bossing my best friend around?
"Maybe becoming a stripper isn't that bad of an idea.. It's a really good idea, even." I end up telling him. Those sentences makes him stop walking and stare at me with big eyes.
"You're joking, right?"
I shake my head.
"No, i'm not."
Silence.
Two best friends, standing on the sidewalk, staring at eachother. He breaks the silence by giggling. He doesn't believe me, that idiot doesn't believe me!
"No way! There's no way you actually wanna become a stripper!!" He yells, giggling. I smile at him.
"I do!" and laugh. We probably seem crazy to the people around us. But do we care? Not at all.
-two weeks later..-
What the fuck.
There's no way.
"We actually got hired.." i mutter. It's practically a whisper. I don't know how to feel about this. Am i supposed to be happy or scared? It was just a joke at first but i kept thinking about it and it seems kinda cool.
"Are we.. supposed to be happy?" Karl whispers. I shrug. Looks like we were thinking about the same thing..
"It does just kind of look cool." I mutter, again. We both look at eachother and back at our phones. What should we do? Aren't we a little too young? Sure, we're adults, but still!
"We could just give it a try.. like, we work for a few days and if we like it, we stay! That should be an easy start and decision, right?"
I shrug, again. Maybe it could be easy, but it still worries me. When I signed the papers, i gave consent to everything that was written on them. Which means that i agree to get fucked, touched, kiss and wear very very tight and little clothes.
Earlier i said that i could get really sexual, but to be honest, i lied. I've never kissed or even held hands with someone. I'm a virgin! I've never really been hard or horny before. I've had one boyfriend before but it was only for a week and a half and all we did was hug.
And yet i still agreed to do all that disgusting stuff.
"Geeeeooooorge? Hellooooooooooo?" I hear Karl say. I must've been lost in my thoughts for a few minutes now, because it looks like Karl has been talking to me for a long time. I look at him and smile slightly.
"Sorry, i was just thinking about.. stuff. What were you saying?"
"Just that i'm hungry, sleepy and that we have work tomorrow. So, we should go to sleep. Now get your never-touched-ass up from the couch and go to bed" he says. To be honest, i'm kind of tired too. But this whole stripper stuff is scaring the shit out of me.
My first time is gonna be with a stranger, can you imagine that!? Not to mention that my whole family are just a bunch of christians.
Anxiety is flooding my whole body, but i still stand up and go to my room. I really should sleep, it would keep my mind off of things.
~end of chapter~
I know this is really short but it's just a little teaser. It's not an actual chapter, but it's important to understand the story.
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Fiksi PenggemarALL CREDITS GOES TO ME!! THESE ARE OCs George is a short 23 years old brunette british boy that works as a stripper with his best friend. A few years ago, at his 18th birthday, him and his best friend applied to a bar to become strippers as a joke...