Short Stories | Dolan Twins

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Songs for this chapter:

Lovely by Brent Faiyaz

Poison by Brent Faiyaz

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-Julissa-

"This isn't what I asked for." I exclaim.

"Well, this was the only size that was available." He says, sorrowfully.

I rub my head in frustration, and take the bodysuit out of his hand. My roommate, Bijorn, moved in after I broke up with my old boyfriend. That was three years ago, yet Bijorn hasn't warmed up to me.

He's really shy to the fact that I'm a strupper, or an exotic dancer, as he likes to put it. Besides being an exotic dancer, I'm actually a student.

I'm in school, studying to be a medical doctor. I go to school everyday, and at night I go to work. It's kind of hard not being able to do whatever I want, but when I graduate it'll all pay off.

"Um, okay. Thank you." I say.

He nods, and walks away. Sometimes I feel that he thinks low of me. I mean, most people do when you work in a profession like mine. But I've seen some people in the highest positions do the lowest things.

Not only do people judge, most people make me feel guilty about it. One thing that I've learned, is that the people that you love the most will be the one's to judge you the most. This takes me back to my old boyfriend.

Grayson Dolan.

My high school sweetheart, as some would say. But he was far from a sweetheart, well until I picked up that job that I have now.

I look at the time, and walk out of the door for work. I walk out of my apartment, and lock the door. I run down the stairs, to the lobby and walk out of the building. Just as I walk out, I realize that I left my car keys upstairs in my apartment. I run back upstairs, and unlock the door.

I open the door, to see Bijorn walking around naked. His eyes go wide when he sees me, but I just grab my keys off of the coffee table and walk out of the door again.

I lock the door, and run back downstairs again. I walk out of the building, and get into my car. I drive to work, but come to a halt, as I see traffic is backed up. I sigh, as I know I will be late for work.

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"You're late." Carlos, my boss, says.

"I know. I know. Traffic was bad." I say.

"No excuses." He says.

"What else would you expect me to do?" I ask.

"Be on time." He says, as he walks away.

I nod, as I walk to the dressing room. I get my outfit for the night out of my bag, and put my bag in my locker. I walk to the nearest bathroom, and change my clothes. Although, I dance nude for a living, I'm still very conscious about myself.

I put my outfit on, and walk out of the restroom. I hear the beat of the the music upstairs blasting. I walk to a near bench, and place my foot on it, to tie up my heels. I bend over, and lace them up and feel a soft slap on my butt.

"Better watch that big old thang." My friend, Olivia, says.

"Don't touch, unless you intend on paying for it." I say.

"How do you know I wasn't?" She says.

We both laugh, and I finish tieing my heels up. We both walk upstairs, as the music becomes intensely louder. We walk out to the main lobby, and I  hear someone call me by my alias, or stripper name.

"Sinnamon!" They yell.

I didn't give myself the name. The people that I work with did. They gave me the name, because they said the freckles that cover my face look like specks of cinnamon. I replaced the c with an s for a humorous touch.

I walk over to the person that has called me. It's Carlos. I groan, knowing that he's most likely going to ask me to do something I don't want to. He has never ran the club like a business. He treats it more like a dollhouse, and all the dancers are his little action figures. The way he inappropriately does things, is what worries me the most.

"Yes." I say.

"You have a private session." He says.

"With who?" I ask.

"I don't know?" He says.

"You didn't I.D. them?" I ask.

"Why are you so curious tonight? He asks.

"He could be a fucking serial killer." I say.

"And if he is let me know, but right now he's willing to pay two thousand for a private show with you." He says.

"Which room?" I huff.

"Number 6." He says.

I walk through the main lobby, and to the hallway of private rooms. I walk down the hallway. As I pass eah room, the hallway begins to get darker and darker. I make it to the room, and let out a deep breath before walking in. I open the door, and there is a man sitting on the couch in the dark. The half of the room that I stand on is,however, not dark. I start to turn on the light for his side, but he stops me.

"Don't turn it on." He says.

His voice is rough, but not deep. Almost familiar.

I nod, in compliance, and search for a song to dance to. I tap on the song I want to play, but he stops me again.

"Play Lovely by Brent Faiyaz." He says.

*play the song now*

I nod, and play the song. It's more of a slow song. It's way slower than the song I had chosen. As the music begins I slowly walk towards him. I sit on his lap, and he cups my butt. I slowly grind on him, while still not getting a good look at his face.

My hair falls to the side of my face, and he sweeps it away. I stand up, and turn around. I bend over, as his hand lands on my butt again.

"Damn, Julissa." He says.

I stop, as soon as I hear him say my name. My government name. How would he know that. I walk over to the light swith, and turn it on. I turn around, and my stomach drops.

"Grayson?"

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