Uneven

Pole dance worker

Anastasia's P.O.V

Today is the seventh week I ran away from my problems back in London. I'm in Australia right now working at a club named Diamond Dolls. It's not a regular club, it's a pole dance club where guys or girls can ask you to dance for them and you get paid. That's how it works.

Well I don't really like this job but I have to since I ran away, I had nowhere to go so I slept on a bench in the park until a woman walked up to me. She told me she had place for me to sleep and a good paid job. She told me I had to go with her and as desperate as I was, I did. At first I had to give the people their drinks and that's it and as good trusting as I was, it was good for me but then I had to take dance lessons in pole dancing so I did and now I'm here, almost naked, dancing around a pole for men and women.

As I walked into the club through the VIP door I heard much people talking. I hate to be in the spotlight but I have to if I want to get paid and so I can buy food and pay my rent.. I entered the dressing room, which was empty because I'm a little too late. I started undressing me fast and dress into something I hate to wear.

I entered the club and the people were going crazy with wodka and tequila, throwing money at me and other girls.. I walked further to see a familiar face. He never drinks something or give money for a lap dance, he just stands there watching me every step I take.

We stared at each other for what seems like a couple of minutes but I got interrupted by a guy throwing money to my feet. "Dance!" he screamed and smiled. I got on my piece of the stage and started dancing around the pole. I smiled the entire time but inside I was crying, crying so hard that I didn't notice a tear escaping my eye. I looked over to where this handsome man was standing but I couldn't find him anymore.

"Hey! I paid to dance not to cry you stupid whore!" The guy screamed at me. I glared at him. "Anastasia! Come. Here. Right. Now." I heard a woman's voice screaming. Oh no, not right now.. I looked over my shoulder as my boss, Stephanie, was standing there with her arms locked over her chest. I heard a giggle from the man that screamed whore at me as I turned around, walking towards my boss. She nodded her head towards the dressing room as I followed her.

"What the fuck was that?!"

"What?" I asked scared

"You know what! you can't just stop dancing when they pay you!"

"I'm so sorry, it's not my day..." I said as a tear was about to escape my eye.

"I see but you still have to keep up the good work if you don't want to get fired." She said with a calming tone in her voice.

"You know you can always talk to me, about everything." She said while smiling and I nodded.

"Go."

I entered the club again and still there was no sight of that one guy. I sighed and got on the stage again. I smiled. A fake smile. I can't smile because right now, I want to fall into someones arms and cry, cry hard. I'm not okay and there comes the tears.

"You're coming with me" a guy said. As I looked down I saw this handsome guy. "Now" he said cold. I jumped of the stage and looked him right in the eyes.

"What the fuck?" I said as he pulled my arm and went into the dressing room.

"You can't come here" I warned him but he didn't listen.

"I know you don't want this so come on, we're leaving. put on some... clothes."

"I... I can't, I have to work" I said but I guess I better didn't because he pinned me up against the wall.