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Three

Troye's pov:

It was Friday night which meant I had to start working for this week. I only worked Friday and the weekend at the strip club downtown. It wasn't my dream job but it paid rather well and provided a roof over my head and food on my plate.

Had I known before leaving Perth and coming here to California that this would be my life, then maybe I'd second guess my decision of leaving home but I needed to do it. I couldn't keep living in my parents house forever regretting not pursuing my dreams. Or at least trying.

I wanted to be a singer. I wanted to make people happy and make music that helped them express their feelings with out actually having to do it. I wanted to change someone's life but unfortunately I wasn't what they were looking for. That's what they said anyways. But I don't blame them to be honest. I was sixteen when I came here but looked ten. I wished they'd given me a chance to prove myself but they didn't.

So now I'm nineteen working at a strip club three times a week, dancing for countless men that look at me like nothing but a piece of meat and toss money at me like its candy.

My life could be worse.

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"Hey cutie," Sawyer purrs into my ear. His hands traveling down my waist and to my butt. Sawyer is my boss and owner of the club. He was the one that found me a couple of months after I'd arrived to L.A. He asked me about my age and other things about me then took me in.

Yes I was hesitant but I was also desperate. He didn't look dangerous despite his many tattoos and over all badboy look. He was nice, up until the point he wanted me to work for him. I said no but he told me that I had to pay him back for the two years he let me live with him. I've tried to escape but every time I do he manages to find me so I've given up. I stopped running.

It's funny though, that despite everything I'm Sawyer's favorite. He treats me better than any of the other guys and girls. Yes he gets angry and hits me but the others get it worse.

"Hi," I say trying not pull away as he kisses down my neck because I know it'd make him mad. He's drunk. I can smell the booze on his breath.

"Are you ready to be a sexy little kitten out there? Make daddy a lot of money like always?" He says, his hands going under my shirt, rubbing my nipples. My stomach churns and I feel like throwing up. I've always wanted to be touched but not like this. Not by him.

Ever since I've worked for him I've been single. Guys throw themselves at me but they only want one thing. And those that don't, that actually want something from me never stick around. Sawyer doesn't let them. He scares them off. Saying I'm his and that I can never leave him. And I hate him because of that. I'm sure that even after I pay him off he still won't let me go. But like I've said, my life could be worse.

"Get dressed. You're going on in thirty. Wear that cute little kitten outfit. You know how the guys love it," Sawyer says kissing my cheek and then slapping my butt as he leaves the room.

Once the door closes I wipe at my skin to get his kisses off of me. I wiped and wiped until my skin was red. But I still felt dirty. Then I decided that no matter how hard I tried, as long as I was here I'd always feel dirty.

-

When I step out onto the stage wearing tight black briefs, black kitten ears and a black tail, the crowd goes crazy and money starts to fly. I walk out to the pole and begin to spin on it. The crowd cheers.