Hopeless Place (Zak Bagans Fan Fic)

Hard Work.

After I had polished this man off, we laid together talking about everything and anything. I had spent 2hours with this man and spent only 8 minutes on my knees, what a wasted night.

I got home around 5am and headed straight to bed, I didn't have much clothing to strip off so I took them off and dove into bed. I've never thought about a client but I tossed and turned all morning over that guy, he was sweet yet cold. I remember him talking about his job but I was zoning out trying to end the night with a bang, I didn't do those types of things. Either fuck me or fuck off, simple.

Around 12pm I had given up on sleep and went to my local library and studied, I had a big exam coming up and needed to pass I wanted to get out of this job and help people. Through my job I've seen people overdose, rape and bloody faces and through that I wanted to help people, get people through those harsh times.

I needed to work hard to get where I wanted to be, I want to be on top of the world but bridge that I must scrape through the bad times. Besides my friends from work no one else knows where I work, that's why I wear a wig at work so no one could spot me on the street. I have light brown hair, curves in all the right places and a rack that is all natural.

My father is a lawyer and his family  streams from lawyers, my mother is head matron at an all girls school so with strict parents growing up was hard. I never went to school camps, sleepovers and if exams were on we couldn't leave the house but I needed to get out. I snuck out most nights and became the girl who always showed up late to school.

Before graduation a few friends and myself got blind drunk and caused damaged in the area busting house windows, breaking into cars, stealing belongings. We got caught and ended up in jail for a night, I remembered crying so hard knowing this was it with my parents. When I saw the walk into my cell with two luggage bags I knew I was on my own, I can still remember that conversation;

'Nina you'll never accomplish nothing!'

'Take your bags and go somewhere else, you're old enough to make your own decisions! Stupid decisions!'

'Grow up!'

My dad was a bit nicer though, he had given me $5,000 to help me do something but I spent that money on alcohol.

Few years later I rocked up at Bree's work and she suggested I take the job at the bar and that was good, making drinks, seeing what low lives come through but it sucked when glasses where being thrown at my head. I wanted to get on the stage and make more money so I got really drunk and gave Max a lap dance and we ended up fucking, I cried all night at how horrible it was and how scum I felt.

I woke up the next morning with a job and have tried to advert fromlooking at Max for 3 years, he has tried to get into my pants but I've shoved him off or slapped him. From then on I never wanted to screw another man so I made sure I don't do private dances incase I get trapped again, I can't cry like that again, I can't feel and more worthless than I do.