"Come on Toby, it's your birthday. Birthdays are for fun," Caleb smirked.
"Your idea of fun... is a strip club?" Toby asked nervously.
"Well duh, any man who doesn't find that fun is crazy. Come on, let's go," Caleb urged.
"Fine,"
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As soon as he walked into the doors, he felt consumed by the music and people. He took in the aroma of the place and started to roam around, leaving Caleb behind.
"Why hello there," a female voice said behind him.
He turned around to see a woman about his age with long brown hair, and an outfit that barely covered anything, but it did show off her long legs.
"Alright, let's get this over with," she said irritatedly.
She lead him into the back room and pushed him onto a leather chair, climbing on top of him.
"Get what over with?" he asked, nudging her off of him.
"Listen, my job at this place is to find lone, horny men and bring them into the back room to fuck them," she said, peeling off her outfit.
As he tried to keep from staring at her naked body, he asked,
"Why don't you get a real job?"
"Oh please," she scoffed. "This job pays amazing. Actually, it depends on how good I do for the amount the man pays me, so, in that case, let's get started," she said, crawling on top of him again.
"Wait," he said, pushing her off of him again.
She rolled her eyes as she put her hands on her bare hips.
"I don't even know your name," he said, trying to stall.
"It's Spencer, now stop-"
"Why don't I take you on a real date some time?" he asked.
"Oh my god! You really don't get it, you do?" she barked. "I don't give a shit about anyone that comes in here, I'm broke as hell and I need a fucking place to live, I'm only doing this for the money!" she snapped.
He sat there, stunned.
"What if you lived with me?" he said suddenly before he knew what he was saying.
She stared at him.
"What?"
"I said, what if you lived with me?" he repeated. "Then you could have an actual job and not use men, and not get used yourself,"
She crossed her arms.
"Are you really this desperate to get a girlfriend?" she asked, crossing her arms.
"I wasn't asking you to-"
"Fine, you have yourself a deal. How much am I gonna have to pay you?" she said, pulling out a bag from underneath a couch and pulling out regular clothes from it.
