"COME ON! GIVE ME A BLOWJOB!" a dirty old man shouted at 17 year old Peggy Lips.
"fuck off! I'm not a prostitute!" she rolled her eyes as she crossed the road.
Peggy walked down the streets of Soho heading to work Burlesque Lounge, the place she'd worked at for two years.
She loved it there, everyone was so kind, she got paid good money, she loved dancing for everybody, getting all the free alcoholic drinks she wanted and all the costumes she got to wear was amazing!
The manager, William, who had somehow stolen Peggy's heart, was an absolute angel. He gave her whatever she wanted and was always there to protect her and encourage her to do her best, he was a lovely man.
Cherry, who was her closest friend at the lounge, who was the designer of the costume and she was absolutely incredible.
Peggy walked up the steps of three lounge and opened the door, "Hey Peg." her favourite American, Cherry, smiled from behind the bar.
"hi Cherry." she giggled, she spun herself around the pole and dancing to way towards her friend.
"how was your day off?" Cherry asked, "it was great, i missed it here." she said.
"we all miss you too, but you want to missed you most." she leaned in and whisper, "Will."
Peggy giggled, "he's in his office, he's expecting you." Cherry winked.
The brunette turned around and headed towards his office, she knocked twice on the wooden door "come in." he spoke from behind it.
"hello..." Peggy smirked.
"hi love." he smiled, "get over here." he patted his lap.
She swayed towards him and sat down on his lap, his lips kissed along her neck.
"i missed you, so much." his hands ran up and down her waist.
"you did?" she smiled.
"yeah." he leaned in and kissed her lips.
"i've got a brilliant idea...for you." he said, "what is it?"
"you sing, at our performances. The crowd would love it, you're beyond beautiful, your dancing is sexy and incredible, image yourself singing. Every single person would love it." he explained.
