part one

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POV: RIVER

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The night started out like any other

It was my millionth time getting ready and working at Candy's Apples, a strip joint that I had been working at for 2 years now and I still got butterflies.

Butterflies to where I thought I would get sick throughout  all of the venue, to where I could pass out at any moment or scream hysterically in a bathroom stall, screaming about how I'd give anything to leave.

This place and where I "worked" is where I thought at any moment I could be whipped again, slapped, harassed and touched where no woman without consent should be touched.

My heart felt like I was simply about to explode of pain every time I thought of my past and present experiences

I didn't like the work.

Not one bit.

Not at all.

But, on the bright side I came home with stacks of cash every night, that I very much needed if I wanted to survive til my next paycheck.

I'm 18, I have my whole life ahead of me and I'm here getting ready to bounce my ass in front of 10's of middle aged men to get cheap dollars.

I was beginning to feel ill, I had to get back to my harsh reality of not knowing when the next time I would be preyed on.

I shook my head and continued doing the final touches of my eye makeup. My eye makeup contained shades of black that faded out to a dark brown then into a tan. My eyeliner wing was sharp and even unlike the last few times the wing was crooked. Finally the lips were plump and covered with a hearty shade of red, that I never wore except here because it reminded me of stripping.

For the rest of my outfit I wore a red strapless tight dress that only fit me when I didn't eat that evening. For the rest my waved dark brown hair laid over my breasts and fell to just above my belly button and it seemed to complete my look.

I took a step back and I was shocked of how I looked nothing like myself. My hair was in a flood of hairspray and no matter how well I did my makeup that night it couldn't help but make me look much different than I did. The eyeshadow was heavy and my foundation looked cakey, but if I wanted money and to not be fired, this is how things had to be.

I finally peeled my eyes off the mirror and forced them to concentrate on my iPhone, the phone was a outdated model which didn't seem to work well and on top of that the screen was cracked in the left hand corner. I hadn't been able to get around to buying myself a new one since I was given the phone by my mother.

As soon as I unlocked my phone a message popped up:

Cass 🤪: Riv, I called Jeff and told him I wouldn't be able to come in to work tonight. I know you work 8-11 tonight and I was hoping you could take my shift 11-2. Let me know <3

River: Yeah I can take it, but you owe me. I need the extra money anyway. Let me know how you feel, x

I sighed setting my phone into my locker, I ran my hand through my hair nervously. I didn't want to work the extra hours tonight but I wasn't going to let my roommate and coworker Cass know that.

A 7 hour shift was hard when you were in four inch heels, a thong up your ass and having to do lap dances throughout the whole night.

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