My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 1- I Have To Get Out Of Here!

     *Mickey's POV*

       I went downstairs to get my things and go to work. I hate my job! Did I mention that I work at a strip club? I'm one of the dancers. I wanted to be a waitress but my boss, Dakota thinks I have a perfect body, so I should be one of the dancers. That guy is a total pedophile. I hate this, I mean, the only reason I have this job is to save up for college.

        I put my things in my bag and walk out the door. I get in to my car, and drive to the club. I stare at my watch and, oh shit! I'm 10 minutes late! I get out of my car and walk into the club. On my way to the dressing room, I felt someone grab my arm. I turn around and oh shit! Dakota! Have you ever seen one of those overweight men who wear a suit with gold chains, and smoking a cigar and has a comb over, well Dakota's one of them.

      "Where ya been!" He yelled.

        "I'm sorry, I wasn't keeping track of-" I said but he cut me off as I felt a sting on my face. He slapped me.

       "It don't matter, just get your little ass in the dressing room, put on your costume, get on stage, and strut your stuff." He demanded.

        Did I forget to mention that Dakota slaps his employees or hits them when they're late. He'll beat us if we don't show up and you don't want to know what he'll do if he catches one of us having sex with a client. We can make out with them, but we can't have sex with them.

          I walked into the dressing room and changed into my costume. While I was walking to the stage, I ran into our club's biggest slut, Tiffany, and there was a guy walking with her. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, white shirt, jeans, and supras. We're not enemies but she has a lot of problems.

        "Where've you been?" She asked while walking back into the dressing room.

       "Dakota asked the same thing, I just lost track of time." I said.

         "Oh, well you better get up there and do your thing, good luck." She said.

        "Thanks, and who's your friend?" I asked pointing to the guy next to her who looked like he was in his mid 20s.

           "This is Michael and I think you know what we're going to do so don't-" She said but I cut her off because I know what she's going to say

         "I know, I know, don't tell Dakota." I said as I walked onto the stage. I could tell that Michael was drunk and his shoes remind me of Justin because he wears supras too. I miss Ryan and Justin.

       Anyway, about Tiffany, I like her and all, but she's a total whore. Remember when I said she was going to the dressing room, actually, scrath that. She's taking Michael down to her apartment so she can have sex with him. How do I know this? Because she does this with every guy she gives a lap dance to. She always tells me not to tell Dakota or she'd kill me. I just don't tell him because I don't want to. That doesn't mean what she's doing is okay. Her dad molested her as a little girl but I don't think that's a good reason to be a slut.

            I walked up on stage and the music began to play. I started dancing, then got upmagainst the pole and grinded against it as I took off my top. I can hear the guys at the bar screaming and whistling. They threw money on the stage and yelled at me to take off more clothes. I did as I was told. One guy told me to give him a lap dance and I did so. I grinded up against his crotch as he put his hands on my hips. I did that until I felt something poking my lower back. I knew I was done once I had given him a boner. I got up and continued to dance and take off more clothes. Soon, I was totally naked and there was money all over the stage. The guys were cheering and screaming while I felt totally violated. You would think after having this job for so long, I'd be used to it, but I'm not.

         I grabbed my clothes and money and went back into the dressing room to change back into my regular clothes. I put the money in my purse and ran out of the dressing room as fast as I could. I tried to get out of that hell hole, but I was stopped by Dakota.

            "Darling, that was a fantastic show, one of the best I've ever seen. Have you seen Tiffany anywhere by any chance?" He asked.

          "Thanks and no, I haven't." I said with a serious voice as I walked out of there.

            Usually we're supposed to give Dakota a portion of the money, but I never do, and he never notices. I got into my car and drove home. I opened the door to my house to see my mom passed out on the sofa with a bottle of vodka in her hand. Oh mom. She's had depression ever since dad left and she drinks alcohol to sooth the pain. She doesn't beat me or Ryan but we still try to get her to stop. Not that we've succeeded.

         I ran up to my room, jumped on my bed and sobbed into my pillow. Why did I have to take that awful job. I should've quit by now. I'm 19 years old, still living with my mom to help her with her alcohol problem, everyone judges me because I'm a stripper but hey! Not like I actually like my job! I miss Ryan and Justin. Oh god! Justin, what would he think of me? He hates it when girls dress slutty, let alone strippers. I hope Ryan wouldn't judge me. What am I going to tell them? All I know is, I have to get out of here.

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Hey guys! This is the first chapter of my new story! I hope you like it. What do you want to happen next? Write a comment or message me! Sorry this chapter is so short!