The chatter was loud. The eyes that she thought ran all over her were judging. The stares she imagined dared her not to look up from the ground as she walked down the school's hallway for the first time.Chayoung was used to having people's eyes on her. Mostly men. Mostly when she wore little to no clothes. And mostly, she didn't feel uncomfortable by it.
Being a stripper for three years had made her accustomed to all the attention, especially from men. The girl was short, had beautiful chestnut brown hair with a few natural highlights, small lips but the lower one could be considered plumb. Her figure was perfectly build, and she knew that. She was curvy, but not too curvy. She had pale skin. She fit right into the beauty standards of her country.
But she never cared to appreciate it.
The only positive thing that came with her looks, was that becoming a stripper was easy and getting money stuffed into her little work attire was no problem. Men loved her ever since she started at the local strip club. She quickly became a favorite, which only came as an advantage for the otherwise poor girl.
Chayoung was poor in many ways. She didn't have money. She didn't have friends. She didn't have a family.
And before she knew it, she didn't have any self respect either.
Growing up, the girl was raised by her single mother. Her mother... god, she was the best mother she could've ever asked for — despite the lack of financial income.
Her mother and her had always been poor. Chayoung never knew her father, apparently she was a mistake and the father ran away as soon as her mother told him she was pregnant. What a twat.
But Chayoung never felt labelled as a mistake. She felt loved. Always.
Her mother was such a loving, caring, funny and strict, but nonetheless awesome mother. She always did everything in her power to make Chayoung's life the best it could be.
But it had cost on her mother's own life value. Chayoung didn't know if her mother ever liked it, but she never complained. She was a full-time stripper.
It was the only way of getting food on the table. Becoming a stripper was the only choice her mother had after becoming a mom, having to put a roof over herself and her child, pay for school and all other expenses coming with a little burden.
But she never made her daughter feel like a burden. Ms. Lee was an amazing woman.
Chayoung always knew of her mother's job. Her mother did the best to explain to her that she was only doing it to afford the rent, provide dinner, new clothes for her child and so on. And she consistently explained to Chayoung that she had the opportunity of becoming something better. She always believed in her daughter, wishing the best for her and hoping that she never would follow her in her faulty footsteps.
But in the face of her mother's countless of speeches, at the age of 16 only, Chayoung got her first job.
She became a servant at the local strip club.
Her mother worked at a strip club in the city. A club where more affluent people would come. She would never know of Chayoung's innocent part time job in their own town.
Chayoung only did it to help her mother with the expenses.
But as the new, young servant quickly caught a lot of glances from men, her boss offered her to get on the stage.
Even though she didn't like to admit it, Chayoung had only waited for the question and it took her no time to accept the offer.
After all, she never knew otherwise than putting herself on display for money. That's how her mother survived.
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