June 22nd, 2015
"That's it sunshine work it! You're doing fantastic." Charlie leads me into a room with a photographer taking pictures of a naked woman.
"This is the photography room. Jake here will take most of your pictures." Jake turns to us and waves. He seems like the straight edge kind of guy that has his life together. Wife, Kids, maybe living in the suburb of Florida with their old but lively golden retriever. But seeing him in this kind of business says otherwise. I follow Charlie into another room with half naked girls cheefing and money all over the place. "This is where you girls chill after a show."
"Show?" Confusion fills my voice. He looks down at me and smirks.
"That's the exciting part." He opens the door to reveal a strip club. "This is what you do in the day time." I look at the room in shock.
"I didn't know this place had a strip club." He lets a laugh out.
"Trust me, there's more to this place than you'd expect." He claps his hands together. "Now, you have to train with Sandra today to practice your pole dancing."
"What if I'm terrible at it?"
" I could put you in the street pickup schedule, but you're too good for that cupcake." This time, I don't blush at his pet name. All of this is too surreal for me. To think the guy I use to know is a pimp with his own strip club." "I expect at least $700 dollars by Sunday. After that, I'll raise your income to $1,000. Got it?" I just slowly nod at him. He walks over to me and cups my cheeks in his hands like he always does. "You'll do great. I promise you." I flash him a fake but reassuring smile. He kisses me and walks off, leaving me their in thought.
This is going to be hell.
"Alright hunny, we'll start with the basics. Getting their attention. You wanna start with a simple tease. You want them to cum in their pants right before you go to the next guy. Lets see what you got." I take a deep breath and walk up to her. I seductively twirl her hair and trail my hands down to her private. I lean in to kiss her until I walk off. All done with a coy expression on my face. "Wow, you're a natural Ava. Almost had me there for a second." She stands up and gets on stage. "Now, let's try a hand at the pole." She jumps up on the pole and twirls down gracefully. She points to the pole for me to try. I jump up and try to twirl like she did, but I miserably fail. "Its okay sweetie, we'll get it." She says consolingly.
July 24th, 2015
Tonight I have a man coming to pick me up at the strip club. His name is Steven Hartfield. He's 43, has three children, works at Life Science Washington on 1551 Eastlake Ave E # 300, and has a wife of 10 years. He drives a 2015 ford mustang coupe and plans on picking me up at 11:42 pm precisely. Charlie says that to do a good job, you must know everything about your client. I wait in the lounges at the back of the strip club. I just got done making a complete fool of myself in front of horny men in a skimpy glittery costume. I hold my head in my trembling hands, nervously shaking like a naked chihuahua. The smell of cannabis and perfume invades my nostrils and I start to feel a sudden nauseous wave come over me. I quickly get up and run to the bathroom, holding my fake extensions back from the vile vomit coming out of me. I don't know if it was the atrocious smell in the lounging room, or the fear of what might happen tonight. I hear someone come in the bathroom as I hang over the toilet trying to compose myself. I turn to see Sandra rubbing my back. "I know baby, this job ain't easy. But we gotta get through it." She says to me consolingly. Tears begin to stream down my face and I can't bring myself to stop. "Come on." Sandra helps me up and wraps me in a hug. "You're gonna be okay."
"I hope so."
"So, where are we going?" Steve looks at me and smirks.
"You'll see cupcake." Steven caresses my thigh with his right hand while the other is still focused driving. I flash him an alluring smile and turn my head to the window. I wish I wasn't here right now. I wish I was still at home with my family, all of us in my parents room watching TV. I wish I wasn't so stupid to fall for Charlie in the first place. But wishing won't get me anywhere. Steven pulls up to a motel and gets out the car, walking over to my side and opening the door for me.
"Thank you." I say as I climb out his car. He leads me to room number 609 and unlocks the door. As I enter the room, I slide my coat down my shoulders and onto the floor. Steve wastes no time and pounces and me like a hungry lion. He pushes me onto the queen size bed and begins to pull down my leather mini skirt.
"You ready for the best night of your life sweetheart?" He says alluring, hungry for more. I slowly nod my head, hesitant at what was to come next. The only person I have ever done anything with is Charlie. Being here right now, at this moment feels disgusting and unusual. A light goes off in my head and I finally realize what I'm doing.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this." I lightly push him off of me and get up from the bed, grabbing my skirt and jacket from the floor.
"Hey you can't just leave!"
"I'm really sorry. This just isn't me." I open the front door and run out before he can catch me.
I'm running. I need to keep running. I need to run from my mistakes. From my humiliation. From myself. I run to the only place I can run to... Home. I carry myself up the stairs and bang on the front door, hoping someone will answer. The door opens and I see my dad. The sight of his face breaks my heart and I burst into tears. "Are you okay Ava?!" He grabs me into a tight hug and I can't stop crying. I don't want to stop though. With the month I've had, being able to express my feelings without saying a word was what I need. My dad leads me onto the couch and wipes away my tears.
"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left." I see my mom and brother running out of their rooms and towards me.
"Its okay, you're here now." My mom caresses my head as they both hold me.
July 28th, 2015
I walk off the bus and stop straight at back door, too scared to enter. the horrid memories just came rushing in. I close my eyes and count to 10. Once I reach 10, I open the back door connected to strip club. I walk around and search for Charlie. I thought it was a good idea to give him his money and tell him no more of this shit. I hear muffled screams coming from a room. I slowly walk over and press an ear to the hear better. "No! Please don't!"
"Go get the drill." Suddenly, the door swing opens and the dreadful sight has me paralyzed.
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