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• j's pov•
I wake up to the sound of the thunder grumbling in the skies, I look over and the clouds are black and there is thunder all over, today is going to be a very gloomy day.
I stand up and I hear my back crack a bit and it's all because of my hideous broken bed, but it goes with the rest of the room
I walk over to the wooden closet that has a big hole in one of the doors, I grab my clothes which isn't much its just a cropped sweatshirt that says smiling :] a pair of leggings and black skirt over it with some old crummy converse
Then I head to the bathroom and look at myself in the broken mirror trying to brush my teeth with the little pieces of glass that are still attached at the mirror
I get in the shower and turn on the extremely cold water, making me jump instantly at the touch, I grab the soap and start washing my hideous body that has bruises, cuts and burns in every inch of skin, I try to go gently since some of them are recent but the mix of cold water and soap makes it burn more and I hiss
Once I'm done, I grab my towel and dry myself, and start applying some makeup to cover up the cuts, burns and bruises I also apply some on my face because I have a punch mark by my nose and eye
I walk out of my room quietly, and little drops of rain hit my skin since we have a broken window, I pull the curtains down so by the end of the day there isn't a puddle at the entrance of my room
The stairs squeak, but I don't worry since he still sleeps thankfully, but I know he will wake up soon so I get out some of the food we have that happened to be that pancake mix that you only need to add water and only 2 pieces of bacon I guess that's his breakfast since I'm not allowed
I lay the bacon on the pan and put the pancakes on the paper plates, I serve him some water since the only thing there is to drink is beer, and I really don't want him to drink this early ,it ends worse than usual
I hear slurring and his loud steps come closer
Oh god he had a beer in his room and he is already drunk
I turn up the heat on the pan to see if this bacon can cook faster since he hates when the food isn't ready
"So little slut where is my breakfast, I hope its ready." He slurs
I look at the bacon and it's nearly done, I tremble and run to the table and set everything then run back to the stove praying that it wouldn't take long
"Pancakes?, really, that's what I ate yesterday, gosh, you are so stupid can you not run to the store and get food do I need to do everything!." He yells grabbing the plate and throwing it away in the trash
Well damn I'm really screwed, I don't make eye contact, and try to speak up since he also hates when I don't answer him
"I-i well, I thought-"
"You couldn't have thought because for that you need a brain, god you are exactly like your mother incapable to make decisions, where is the goddamn beer?."
I didn't speak, I just pointed at the fridge scared of what he was going to do to me
He opens the fridge and grabs a large beer, then chugs half of it down in a split second, then he looks at me from up to down
"I see you still dress like a girl, when will you learn you are not a girl!."
I was going to speak, but he cuts me off and grabs my hand to press it on the hot burning stove and turning the heat up
"You know what you are a worthless, dirty slut, I want you to know that you better come home with lots of money and food or else you know what will happen."
He said, twisting my hand on the burning stove, I try to take my hand away, but he only pushes harder I feel tears in my eyes, and the skin slowly yet quickly bruising and the blood slowly seeping, he then lets go of me and says
"Well, can't burn your hand off you need it to hold dicks and finger everyone in your disgusting job, now go and bring me my money by the end of the day."
He then leaves, slamming the door, making it echo throughout the entire house ,I can't feel my hand all I feel is pain ,I grab an Icepack that I hide in the fridge and put it on top of the burn ,I scream and start crying it hurt so much ,he has always been this way he even killed my mother, but pinned it on my brother and now he is in jail for something he didn't even do ,and well I'm jack Johnson I am 18 years old I'm supposed to be in university ,but instead I'm taking care of my abusive father who thought the perfect job for me would be a prostitute or hooker whatever you may call it
I walk up the stairs and here my phone beeps, I just received a message I check and its Luna, she's one of my co-workers and the only one who knows about my abusive father
• t.m•
Luna: hey jack where are you? Should I come pick you up?
Jack: at my house, don't worry, I will be there in about 10 minutes
Luna: are you sure?
Jack: yes, don't worry, just go inside
Luna: fine pleases hurry
Jack: I will
• end of t.m•
I look at my hand and go to my first aid kit to grab some bandages, I wrap it around my hand and apply some alcohol and cream I then head downstairs so I can get to my job
•at work•
As I enter the building the environment changes instantly the lights are red, purple, black and you can't really see much then there is a bar to the right and left side of the establishment in the middle there is a dance floor then at the back is where I work "the rooms" each room has been initialed so we don't get lost.
I walk into the dressing room and everyone is running around while the owners are yelling at everyone to get ready you could see all the girls running around with their costumes or just naked.
I walk to my dressing table and see that what I have to wear is already set for me, I had a white sparkly vest, white sparkly high wasted shorts and a black ripped bow tie choker
We usually get themes everyday to keep the customers interested, today its magicians the girls are dressed as rabbits or the magician's assistant, I wonder what pedophile beast will want to get with me today
I feel somebody tap my shoulder, I turn around and its Luna, I give her a small smile and hug her she hugs back
"Hey, you made it, you know I think this is the best outfit they have made us wear its less revealing."
It was true, it was less revealing she had a one piece garment that was sparkling white like my vest the same ripped bow tie choker and she had bunny ears.
"Yeah, I know, how many people are on the list?." I ask nervously
The list is people who ask for a certain time and people to "treat" them, sometimes they're up to 5 people for one of us which is hard, but I usually persuade them to just drink it off and, all I have to do is give them the illusion of pleasing
"Well, you only have two customers of the List your lucky I have 4." She said whining and throwing her hands up
"Don't worry, why don't you exchange?." I say patting her back
"You would exchange with me?." Her face lighted up
"Hell no bitch! But look at Rachel, she's nice." I say and push her to Rachel one of the girls who work here
She stuck her middle finger at me and I just stuck my tongue on her, I walk over to read the list
It says
Cameron Dallas - Age 20 time: 2:15
Nash Grier- Age 19 time: 2:15
a threesome ?!
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Crossdresser
FanfictionJack Gilinsky has a different taste of men he likes them with skirts and crop tops When he falls for Jack Johnson the prostitute for the local bar his whole world is flipped upside down.