Cherry

A Needle In a Haystack

She was beautiful.
Probably the most beautiful woman that I have ever laid my eyes on.
Her skin was a lovely dark brown. It almost seemed to glisten, to... sparkle.
That was the first thing that caught my attention. The next thing was that she didn't look like the others girls here.

They had blonde hair and huge fake breasts. She was unique. Her bright tomato red hair was such a contrast to her dark skin, but it looked amazing. Even though her face carried a fair amount of make-up she was beautiful and I could tell that without it she would be even more beautiful.

Her body was slim and her breast were small. The woman's long legs made my mouth water. She was a goddess under the neyon lights that she danced under. The music was soft and the way she spun slowly on the poll made my heart beat at an unusual speed.

She looked so young, so youthful in the face. Definitely at least 20. Her face wasn't just youthful. It was also innocent. She looked like an Angel in a room full of demons. So out of place.
So wrong.She didn't belong here.
 
A tap on my shoulder tore my attention off of the dancing beauty.

"Hi Baby. Can I getcha anything?" An Asian lady with large exposed breasts asked me with a smile. Her teeth were yellow and her breath smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. Her hair was bone straight and greasy. But her face was cute still.

"Yes, actually you can get me something." I smiled at the middle aged women.

"I'd like a private dance. With her." I pointed to the red haired beauty onstage. Now spinning upside down with her legs in a perfect graceful split.

"Oh, you want...Cherry?" She asked in disgust.

"Sure you don't want me? She's new here. Just a baby. She doesn't know what she's doing. " She said while doing a little spin to show off her body.

"I'm sure" I smiled. She huffed and walked away. She was absolutely repulsive. And clearly jealous of Cherry.

It had been about 5 minutes since Cherry had exited the large stage. Another woman had taken her place. She was nice to look at. A curvy body and pretty brown hair that fell in loose curls. I think that she was of Hispanic decent, but I'm not sure.

"Hi." A soft voice said interrupting my thoughts.
My head turned towards the voice slowly. Behind me stood Cherry in a different fit than the strappy red g string she performed in. She wore a black G String and what seemed to be a black bikini to two sizes too small. Showing off the perfect amount of chest.
She was even more beautiful up close. And her voice was so soft and sweet.
It could convince me to commit murder. I would give my soul to this woman. She could take it. It was hers.
That may be the alchohol talking.

"Hi. Is it okay if we go somewhere and talk?" I ask with a smile.  She seemed to tense up. She looked scared. I never want to cause her fright. Ever.

"Only to talk sweety. I swear. I'll pay you whatever you want. I just want to talk." I speak urgently. Her face softens a bit and that makes me feel better. She was so...innocent, but mature and sexy at the same time. It confused me. I wanted to protect her and do unspeakable things to her all at once.

"Okay. Follow me" she smiles taking my hand in hers making my heart stop for a second. Her hand was soft and small. And her nails were long and pink. Her hand felt so nice in mine. As if it was meant to be. Like the last puzzle piece as clichè as that may be.

We made our way to a dim lit room that had one single black couch and a coffee table covered with bottles of alcohol and shot glasses. She walked me over to the couch and let my hand go then she walked over to the door closing and locking it.

I watch her with pure curiosity. I actually can't pull my eyes away. She has me in a trance so deep I'm not sure if I can even speak anymore.
She sat down next to me with a smile. She was so...cute. I wanted to know everything about her. I wanted to know why she was a dancer, her age, her dreams. I wanted to know her.

"What?" She giggled. Just that sound alone made me want to smother her in kisses.

"Nothing, it's just that you're so perfect. I don't know what to say."
She smiled. But it wasn't genuine. It was as if she didn't realize her beauty. Like she didn't see it. Or she probably heard losers say that to her every night.

"You know that right? You know you're beautiful. Not a flaw in sight." I spoke.

"You know, I heard that it's a flaw to be flawless? I'm not flawless anyway, nor am I perfect. Far from it actually." Her soft voice drew me in. I listened to every word she said. In disbelief non the less. I just couldn't believe her words. She didn't see her perfection. The perfectness that I see so perfectly.

Authors Note**
Hey guys I hope that you liked the first chapter. This story is going to get so crazy and messy so brace yourself lol. You'll learn the protagonists name soon too. Annnd
How do you guys feel about Cherry so far?

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