I had straight A’s in high school. When college started, I went downhill. Parties, clubs and drugs took over everything that I worked for. By the end of the first semester, I spent all my savings on drugs and alcohol. I couldn’t afford my remaining tuition and the college of my dreams, kicked me out. And here I am, working as a stripper in one of the most popular clubs in the heart of Los Angeles. Yay.
But I hate being a stripper. I hate sleeping with men I’ve only known for five minutes. I hate wearing fishnet lingerie every night. I hate stripping on that fucking pole every night. I hate people slapping my ass and groping my breasts every night. But money is money, and I need it to survive. And this is the only way, considering how much I fucked up.
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It was a busy night, more people come on Friday nights. As I danced on the stage, I noticed someone standing there, staring at me. No whistling, no “Hey babe, let’s fuck tonight!”, no money throwing on stage, nothing. He just stood there, and it bothered me. I decided to get off stage and push him onto the nearest chair. I did a small dance, trying to turn him on. Nothing. I whisper in his ear, “Come with me, babe. I’ll show you the best time of your life.” He follows me into one of the rooms in the back. I close the door behind us, he sits on the bed.
I turn around and give him a smirk, “What’s wrong? You don’t like me? Am I not revealing much? Do you want more?” He quickly grabs me and throws me on the bed. He leans in closely to my face, “You’re not like one of them. You’re not one of the whores out there. I know. You’re trying to make ends meet. You were never like this. Haven’t seen you since senior year, y/n.” my eyes widen as I then remember his face. It’s David Scarzone, my closest and only friend I had.. He looked so different, back in high school, he wasn’t chubby, but he wasn’t skinny. He was a nerd, just like me in high school. We’ve known each other since middle school. He was always there for me. He was there when my parents abused me. He always would let me spend the nights with him and his parents, I basically lived in his house through high school.
On the last day of senior year, he confessed that I was more than a close friend, and I rejected him, walking away from him that day, and I haven’t seen him since.
“David? What the hell are you doing in L.A? I thought you were in Chicago?” He get up, “Well, I graduated college already. I decided to fly out here to see how you were doing, when I went to UCLA to find you, they said you weren’t in the records anymore. I found one of our classmates who also went to UCLA and she told me that you got kicked out, and that you work in a strip club now. For three days, I’ve been searching in every club to find you. And look at you, you’re a mess. This is not the y/n I know.
Tears were streaming down my face, “Well this is the real me, David! I’m a whore, I’m a slut! Just one drink and sniff that one night turned me into this! I’m EXACTLY like those girls out there! I’m not high school y/n anymore!” I yell.
“THIS IS WHO I A-“ he slaps me in the face. I whisper, “this is who I am ..”
He grabs me by the arms and forces me towards the wall.
“THIS IS NOT YOU. THIS IS NOT THE Y/N I KNEW IN HIGH SCHOOL. THIS IS NOT MY BESTFRIEND. THIS IS THE GIRL I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR FOUR YEARS TO BE WITH! I DIDN’T SPEND FOUR YEARS TO GET THIS!” He lifts his shirt up, revealing his bulk six pack. “This isn’t you and you know it. The y/n I knew was a sweet and passionate girl who wanted to chase her dreams. The y/n I knew loved animals and wanted to save people in the future. She loves nutella sandwiches with strawberries, she loves mint chocolate chip ice cream-“ He smiles, “and she loved being herself.”
I turn my face away from him, “After all these years, and you still think about me.” I scoff, “You really are something, Scarzone.”
He turns my chin so I could face him. He leans in closer, I could feel his breath, “But I want to be your something.” He leans in for a kiss and I kiss back. He then bites my bottom lip, asking for entrance, and I let him. His tongue twirled inside my mouth as he lays me down on the bed. He stops and takes out his shirt, revealing his bulk abs. I pull him back in. He gives me slow, sweet kisses, from my forehead to my neck. He continues to go down to my inner thigh. I get up and turn him around, having me on top of him. I get up and start to strip off everything I had on. “Woah,” he said.
“Oh shut up and come here so I can take those pants off, it’s blocking the view.” He smirks and comes forward as I bend down.
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oh ho ho, i like leaving you guys with cliff hangers xD
Hope you enjoyed it! (:
