Pretty Boy

one

WARNINGS AND INFORMATION:

This book is FICTION. None of these events have occurred with any of these characters in real life. The book is entirely made up of my own thoughts and ideas, any similarity to or replication of to any other story or real life event is purely coincidental. I apologise if it looks otherwise to any readers.

WARNINGS:
What will it contain?

1. This book will contain graphic acts of sexual activity and many things related to that.

2. Strong and rather graphic acts violence including verbal and physical.

3. Vulgar language.

(READ AT OWN RISK)

BRIEF CREDITS:
I want to thank @stylesdrink for helping my brain function correctly. I really appreciate your help with the base. Thank you!

I would go on about how this book is for mature audiences, but we all know we read this shit no matter how old we are. That's why we're on Wattpad! :)

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It blows my mind how people think I actually enjoy this.

Of course, some people love it, they live for it. I'm not one of those people, and I don't think I ever will be.

Stupid student loans. Stupid growing payments that I must pay off to keep my lifelong dream in motion, and the only way I can manage to do it is this?

I look down at myself, my arms weakly dropping by my sides. I'm ashamed at what I see. I'm ashamed that all I can see is lace. Red and black lingerie. There's far too much of me exposed to literally every single man, or even boy in Kodaline.

This is the best I could come up with?

"Ivery, keep up with the other girls!" My daily thoughts are shattered when I hear my boss shout my name with his permanently groggy voice.

I place the thick mascara bottle down on the glass table. My eyes briefly meet my own in the mirror, and I can't help but sigh at the sight of myself. I'm pampered, caked up and exposed. I hated it.

I spin myself around slowly, looking down at the floor. All I see is the abnormally high black heels that hug my feet a little too tight for my liking.

The blaring music was now fully clear to me, making me want to just curl up and hide inside a ditch.

Soon after, it was followed by cheering and loud shouting. The cheers of drunk men and teenage boys waiting for a show from one of the girls, and maybe even a one night stand if they're lucky. I still hate to say that I'm one of those girls.

My eyes dart over to where the dressing room was, Andrew, my boss, stands there with his finger pointed out towards my stage, signalling me to go over there and begin my routine. I reluctantly comply as I take the two steps that lead to the highest platform. The silver pole that remains there every night stands before me. The small name tag that has my name on it also remains drilled into the floor right at the bottom, clearly telling me that this stage is mine.

I look down from my slight yet superior height above the men dancing and jumping on the floor, already chucking cash at me when I haven't even done anything yet. They're smashed already.

As I do every single night, I dance around the pole. Wrapping and twirling my legs around it, my arms following. It's the same routine over and over again. Cash gets thrown at me as it lands before my feet.

Once I finish the fourth twirl with the extra dancing, I'm meant to open the gate to let someone dance with me. I'm hesitant, the same every night, yet I still do it.

Immediately, two young men race up the steps and practically throw themselves into the space with me. I feel their bodies up against mine, and two hands on my waist. I barely manage to shut the gate so no one else decides to squeeze in.

Their breathing is heavy and uneven, every breath they release is woven with the smell of a wide mixture of different alcohols with a tinge of what smells like a drug I can't be bothered to recognise right at this moment.

I shuddered lightly under the grasp on my waist. The grasp that's forcing me to grind on top of the two of them. I hated this feeling. I hated feeling like an object all the time.

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My shift was over for the night, and I didn't waste any time getting off the stage and changing into my normal clothes before having to walk to my car at three in the morning. It was shameful to me to walk out of that club, whether it looked like you were a dancer or someone there for the show. It wasn't bad for everyone else of course, some were even proud of it.

The drive home was quiet, I didn't bother turning the radio on, and the streets looked as if they were completely abandoned at this time, as per usual.

I walked up to the door at the front of my apartment building, using my keys to open it and quickly rush into the heated room, my hands quickly being shoved back into my warm pockets nonetheless.

I reached the door to my apartment, and as soon as I opened it, my bag was dropped onto the carpet floor and I lazily trudged to bed. Usually I would shower, but my Friday shift goes later, so I will shower in the morning to once again rid the disturbing touch from my body.

Sleeping was hard for me. I just kind of lay down in bed and stare at the ceiling until my eyes physically cannot stay open, which happens around six thirty in the morning, as long as I'm not doing anything. Sleepless nights are fairly common.

Every night, I just wish that my student loans will be paid eventually, and I can just quit this stupid job of mine. I'm tired of being property of a night club. I'm sick of being touched a way that I don't want to be touched.

The only alright thing I can do there, is if someone asks me for a one night stand, I have the right to deny it. If I didn't, the company would be shut down because that is rape, and my boss knows that.

He wouldn't risk his company for anything. Nothing whatsoever. Nothing that he knew people would tell someone about, as rumours suggest..

Seconds, to minutes, to hours pass until I can hear birds chirping from outside the window and a very dim light shining through. The clock beside my bed tells me it is six in the morning.

I wrap myself up in blankets and attempt to forget everything that happened. I just want to sleep for once.

I want a sleep without recklessness. I want a good night sleep. I need one, for my own sake.

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First chapter is finished. This was kind of short as it was the prologue/introduction as well. I hope you all enjoyed that, let me know what you think. It will keep me motivated!

- Mia x