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Dark Secret ❤

*Daisy's Point of View*

As soon as the last bell rang i rushed home. Ive been avoiding Chaz and Ryan. Weirdly, I don't hate Justin as much. That kid has some serious issues. I shuffled through broken glass, beer spills, and my dad's groans. I have to get ready for my show. I showered, and caked makeup on, I dressed in lacy lingerie, and my high stripper heels. I'm really short. I played around with my makeup to make it look like sexy sex hair, and threw a coat on top. Trying to not to get noticed I hurried to the club through the sneakiest places. My boss says that today is gonna get packed!

-Hours Later-

I looked around the club and found grown horny men, more strippers, and a load full of dumb teenagers that surprisingly got in. I served drinks here and there, had guys buy me drinks, and danced around for a while. I headed backstage and touched up. My stripper name was called, and the stage filled with darkness and some smoke, I worked the pole, and danced on guys, money was throw and me, and I was ready to get ou of this place when I headed backstage to see my boss exited;

"I need for you to.." she trailed off worried.

I cocked an eyebrow, and put my hands on my hips.

She continued, "Look, I know your a virgin and hun its probably all you have left that's good to you. But this guy is planning on giving you thousands! You will probably never have to work again after this!"

I slowly convinced myself. This money will solve all my problems.

I sighed. "I dont know."

"Oh! Come on! Don't be a little bitch! He's hot too, and young. Thousands..thousands.." she started rubbing her fingers together to get through my head the money part. I gave in.

"Send him in." I sighed and she squealed.

I caked on even more makeup to look like a whole different person. My identity can't get ruined over some stripping. My heart skipped millions of beats when they door to my room opened, and there stood...

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Fucking Bieber. Can I fucking die? He smelled like beer but was cautious. I opened my mouth wide in shock. He probably didn't recognize me.

"Aye shawty, names Justin yeah yeah, lets fuck." he walked towards me and pushed me towards my couch aggressively. He reached into his pockets for $1,000 dollars and showered me with them. "That's what you like, huh?" I faked smiled.

He started to undress me into nothing but my bra and thong, he too was undressed into his boxers. I hesitated a bit. "Wait." I snapped.

He mumbled "Hmm?" as he kissed my inner thigh getting closer and closer to my vagina.

I pushed him away. "I can't do this, I'm sorry. Just take your money."

He glared at me, "What a turn off. It won't hurt I promise." he threw himself to me again and I pushed him, again. "No!" I shouted.

Justin: "Wait." his eyes widened. "Daisy?"

I gulped and hesitated. "Who? I'm not Daisy? What? Haha."

He rolled his eyes. "The shortness, your body, the small freckle on your hip, your high pitched voice, and your eyes and lips. Nigga, you're Daisy."

I stood there shocked with no words. He continued. "You're a stripper? What a whore. I thought you were different. I don't want to fuck now, you're probably infected with I-fuck-older-men syndrome." he chuckled and spat at me.