My Little Girl

The Beautiful Girl

1964

Paul McCartney walked with his friends, George Harrison, Ringo Starr and John Lennon to a local strip club in Blackpool. This was his very first time going to the club. Paul looked at the sign. The Cage.

John slung his arm around Paul's shoulder. "Ready, Paulie," He asked, pissed out of his mind. Paul gave him a weak smile and walked with his friends into the club. Paul sighed.

All he saw were women trying to get senseless men to rooms. Paul sighed. "I'm not doing this," He thought. He sat down on a couch and watched as a bird with way too much eyeliner pull John by his tie to a room.

Audrey Rose Moore, her stage name being Star, sat at her makeup desk in her stage room in the strip club, The Cage, also her apartment. She applied a little extra red lipstick on her soft, plush lips.

Star's previous client had tried to kiss her, which was against the rules of the club. She had gone though with her dance, but tried to stay away from his lips.

Star forbade herself to fall in love. She came to the club when she was fifteen and this had been her life for the last four years. Star was taught that love was something that didn't didn't exist. She had closed herself off from love. That's what people at this club taught her.

Star pulled on another skin tight white tee shirt and a pair of tight leather jeans. She pulled on a leather jacket and yanked on a pair of boots.

Star walked out the door and went into the main lobby. She was the most popular dancer and all the men wanted her to dance for then. Who wouldn't? Her fair skin complied with her crystal blue eyes and honey blonde hair.

Star's beautiful slender hands had long, artistic fingers. Her nose was shaped in a small manner. Her heart shaped face was crowned by her beautiful, wavy hair.

Star gazed around the room and looked at the men ogling her. Her eyes fell on a man sitting alone on a bench. He didn't look like he was enjoying himself.

Star smirked and sauntered over to the man and sat beside him on the bench. "Hello mister," Star's sweet, soft voice said. Paul was flabbergasted by the beauty of this woman.

Paul stared at her for a minute. "Take a picture, it last longer," The girl said cockily with a smirk on her face. Paul shook his head. "Come with me," The girl whispered, taking his hands.

Star led him to her room. She sat him down on her bed and started dancing for Paul. She sat on Paul's lap. "What's you're name, love," Star asked huskily. "P-p-Paul," Paul stammered. Star smirked. "I'm Star," She answered.

Paul felt some sort of infatuation with Star. She was beautiful, even if she worked in this dump. Star leaned into Paul and nipped along his neck. Paul groaned and jolted her back up.

Paul looked into her eyes and kissed her. Star, after a few moments, realized what was happening. She pulled away from Paul and got off his lap. "Paul," Star started. "I can tell you're new here, love, so I'm going to explain the rules."

Paul frowned and raised an eyebrow. "You can't touch me, Paul, unless I touch you," Star explained. "See, it's against the rules. I don't want to get you or me in trouble," Star said sensually, running her index finger over Paul's chest.

Paul's breathing hitched. Star smirked. She knew she had this one wrapped around her finger. Paul sighed. He finally nodded and Star continued her show.

Star began her show and finished. She slipped her shirt over her head. "Does it bother you much," Paul's meek voice chimed through the silence.

"What," Star asked innocently. Paul shook his head. "Nothing," He muttered. In fact, it was something. Paul wondered how Star could just sell her amazing body.

It made Paul think that Star didn't value her beautiful body and that just made Paul sad. Paul wanted to rescue her from this place. He wanted to be her knight in shining armor.

Star smirked, watching Paul, deep in thought. He was different. He just didn't want her body, he wanted her. She could tell. "Oh, no, do tell," Star urged. Paul sighed. "Your body is so beautiful, yet you let everyone see it like it's nothing," Paul  answered.

Star grimaced. This man knew more was going on here than he let on. He actually cared about her. Star shook her head. She couldn't let anyone see that side of her. She laid a small hand on Paul's shoulder. "Show's over, love," She whispered, smiling softly.

Paul shook his head. "I want to take you out to dinner," He declared. Star panicked and put her hand over his mouth. What if her boss heard him? He would probably do what he did to Becky for flirting with a client.

He gave her ten lashes on her back. Mr. Kite was a cruel man. He cared about three things. Money, his club, and having his claws dug into his dancers. He would go ballistic over this. Star was terrified and paranoid Mr. Kite would hear them and hurt Star our Paul or both.

"Shut up, Paul," She whispered, with fear in her eyes. Paul frowned. "I'm still taking you," Paul said, quieter this time.

Star's eyes widened. He'd hurt her, then he'd probably kill Paul for trying to take away one of his dancers. But, then again, Paul was just another client. Nothing more, nothing less.

Star smirked. "I can't be involved with you, Paul," She mused. "You're a client, but you can come back later." Paul looked disappointed. She really wasn't sorry.  She had had clients say this to her when she was that stupid fifteen year old, four years ago.

She remembered doing her first dance, her first shag when a client wanted more than what he paid for. She couldn't and wouldn't let Paul see the soft side of her. He was a client, and clients had to know their place.