Handcuffs and stripper heels

He was...right

"We can eat and talk with them for a little while" bryson shrugged not minding.

We sat in a both and i was somehow inbetween bryson and lucas. Lord why do you hate me!

All through out dinner i could feel someones hand rubbing up and down my thigh. If amanda, lucas' date said 'oh em geeeee' one more time i might slap her.

"So how long you two known each other?" I asked lucas taking the attention off bryson a bit.

"Oh since child hood oh em geee he lived down the street and i always thought he was like so attractive and now we date" she squealed.

"Its just a date" lucas huffed out lowly obviously annoyed with her and the fact that i pushed his hand off.

"Whatever! now, i have to go powder my nose so be right back toodles" she smiled.

"Is everything alright?" The waitress asked and bryson asked for to go boxes.

The sound of a iphone ringtone sounded and bryson excuses himself leaving me with the devil himself.

"What do you see in him?" Lucas asked his eyes intently on me.

"Hes a football player and your a stripper you know what he does to girls like you?!" He added and i rolled my eyes, thats exactly what we mean by stereotyping.

"Is it as bad as what you did, excuse me didnt do" i snapped and he groaned ready to explain.

"Baby i-" he started

"I nothing, you had your chance and you blew it" i told him taking another fry off brysons plate. "And besides he just found out i was a stripper" i smirled.

"Please he already knew you just so gullible to believe everything hes saying, hes a young rich athlete why would he want you as just a friend?" Lucas spat.

When the to go boxes was placed on the table i noticed the guy had pink lipstick smeared on the corner of his lips and bottom of his shirt, the same color amanda had.

"Hes just going to use you, i dont want to see that happen" he said more calmly.

"Then mind your buisness and focus on your date whos lipstick was smeared all over that guy" i told him.

Before he could reply she sat down with her lipstick smeared and smelling like sex. I shook my head and put me and brysons food in the boxes and he came back smiling happily.

Stairing out the window ready to just go home i sighed as bryson sang along to the song.

"You ok?" Bryson asked turning down the radio looking over at me.

"Yup" i lied turning it back up. Lucas' words had been ringing throughout my head the whole time.

"Bambi tell me whats bothering you" he groaned but i just ignored him and glared out the window frustratedly until we reached the parking lot.

I quickly grabbed my bags and food rushing to my car. "Monét" bryson called out and i stopped.

"How long did you know bryson and dont lie" i gritted out.

"Know what?" He asked confused leaning up against his car.

"About my job?" I asked his face fell and he looked away from me. "You knew the whole time didnt you, bryson?" I asked and he nodded.

"But you cant be mad at me! I told you from day one, at first my intentions were to fuck" he started.

"Bye bryson delete my number i hope you have fun at your stupid press conference" i spat turning around.

"Monét wait" he started and grabbed my arm turning me around earning a slap to the face.

"I deserved that but bambi you have to listen its not like that" he tried to explain.

"Leave me alone bryson im done" i yelled getting in my car.

Lucas was right. The stupid bastard was right the whole time. How am i so blind and...gullible.

/friday night/

"Why do you seem so excited to go back to the club?" Nicole asked me as we walked in the now black hard floor that use to be hardwood.

"The club has been closed for a week for renovations which means alot of curious minds while come along with the horny bastards that  missed comming that means more money. And plus its the end of sports seasons so its money bags all over" i cheered twerking and nicole laughed.

"Save all that energy and twerking for the pole" nicolas said behind me glasses on looking sophisticated, with a few muscular guys walking behind him.

"Who are these guys?" I asked nosily. They had suit pants on and no shirts.

"Well when i had the renovations done i also had a second part built in, you know the old parking lot behind here no one uses? I converted it to the male strip club slash mini bar" he grinned cunningly.

"So more money?" I asked and he tapped my nose nodding.

"Exactly, you have the stage for 7 minutes tonight  you go on at 9:45"

It was 8:00 now so i had an hour to get ready and 45 minutes to get the nerves out, ask god for forgiveness and grab a quick bite to eat.

Opening up my dressing room i noticed two vases with flowers in it. Both had a small apology card. Dark purple roses in one vase and royal blue roses in the other.

Throwing on my pink sweatsuit the minute i got off stage i went straight to the bar to get a drink before i started counting all the money i attained.

"Fancy seeing you here" a deep voice said and i looked up to see lucas.

"I think theres a term you cops use for what you're doing...STALKING." I glared before hopping behind the bar to get my apple juice container.

"Look sweetheart-" i cut him off with a laugh.

"Im not your sweetheart" i spat.

"I just really want to say sorry for that whole date i cant control what others say-" he started but i cut him off again.

"Im not asking you to control them but im a stripper and if im your girl then you should defend me and protect me, you didnt even try to comfort me like i dont need anyone to fight my battles but if you cant do that one little thing then im not for you" i told him calmly.

"Your right" he admitted looking down at his drink. I took the time to eye him and his hair was spiked up with a dark grey tight shirt black jeans and timberland boots.

"You were right about bryson" i told him sitting in the bar stool next to him and his head snapped towards me.
"Dont rub it in but he knew i was a stripper the whole time your right im gullible and to blind to know" i finished.

"I dont think you were gullible sweetheart, a little blinded yes but i think you're just tired of being alone and want male attention for someone who likes you for you and not for what you do" he reprimanded putting my hair behind my ear and caressing my cheek.

I looked up to see him stairing intently at me the flashing lights from the stage reflecting in his eyes. I didnt realize it until we were centimeters away that we both had leaned in and his eyes flickered from mine to my lips.

I inhaled deeply, quickly pulling back and turning away from him. "I have to go" i whispered letting my hair hide my face from him.