The VIRGIN STRIPPER

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**** Lisa Michaels ****

I hardly had enough time to change since Harris had arrived just a minute after I was through with a very arrogant client and as much as all I wanted to do at that moment was to leave, I still had to change out of the flimsy outfit I was wearing.

Leaping on one leg as I  tried to balance while still pulling my vans on, the door to the changing room opened to reveal a grinning Ginger.

"You know, I've always wondered what the catch is for those men who keep pinning on you," She drooled intently and I rolled my eyes subtly as I pulled on my denim jacket. "Then I saw your boyfriend punching Magic and I realized you give the same teasing play of 'oh, I'm so innocent I can never play bitch with you' yet you are one!"

I was about to roll my eyes again and ignore when my brain fully registered what she'd said. I know her and as petty as she might seem, she wouldn't waste her time with no reason.

"Boyfriend?" I asked and dropped the bag on the floor where it was a second ago.

"Yeah. The blue-eyed all too perfect hunk that picks you up every night." She told me with a smile.

Before long I was running down the stairs to the bar section of the club. There, right in front of me was Harris aiming for Magic's nose.

"Stop!" I ordered him before more of the crowd from other sections took note of the brawl. "What are you doing? I thought I only asked you to wait for me." I scolded Harris between clenched teeth and ran a hand through my hair.

"He was saying stuff about you." Harris explained lamely.

"I'm a stripper," I reminded him bitterly and pulled him away from the minimal crowd still surfacing the bar, "It's what people do all the time." I told him.

"Well it's not fair for him to say that about you."

"But he still said it, didn't he?"

At that, he just looked away sadly as if it was his fault he couldn't stop Magic from calling me what he did.

"Wait for me in the car," I suggested as my voice lost it's edge once I realized he was only looking out for me. "I'll just pick my bag okay?"

"Okay." he nodded hesitantly and walked to the exit as I hurried back up the stairs.

Half way glad that Harris felt obliged to look out for me and half way  worried at what that meant about our friendship,  I turned a corner heading for the dressing room only t run into a couple making out at the dimly lit escapades of the glorious building, but as I got closer, I realized just not any couple but one that included Dave as a partaker.

Quickly walking past them, I hurried for the door and slammed it closed as a pang of pain and regret hit me where it hurt the most.

How had I even began to be more naive as to think that the stupid apology session the other night meant he finally figured out what was wrong with him?

**** Dave Morgan ****

Lisa's perfume wafted  in the air between us and I immediately looked up. Either I was thinking of her too much or she'd just walked in on me kissing Darcy.

My eyes snapped to the loud bang in one of the rooms and once I read it out loud I was sure enough it was her. Did she really see us? Did she notice me?

Fuck! what the hell was I thinking?

"What's wrong?" Darcy asked as her eyes scanned around me trying to figure out what had tensed me up.

"It's nothing," I told her and roughly pulled her off me.

She was one of the many reasons why Lisa and I couldn't see eye to eye.

"Guess you're having your PMS drama then," she hissed as she  straightened her top. Wasn't that an insensitive thing to say considering she  was- "My place." she barked, "seeing as to how moody you are, I definitely do not want to leave your place at the back of a cab." she told me and started to walk ahead of me.

My mind was too occupied to pay attention to her so I calmly walked beside her till we were out of the premises. But before I could turn toward my car, my eyes caught a glimpse of her again.

She was having a heated argument  with the bartender. By the looks of it he was fuming at him for something he had done.

"Are you going to stand there all night?" Darcy yelled and not only getting my attention but the attention of Lisa as well.

Her snapped in my direction a minute longer then she turned to say something to the guy and walked away just as I turned to give Darcy a poisonous glare.

"Why are you checking that slut out?" That almost made me punch her right on the face.

"I'm taking you home," I told her as I started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.

"You like her now?" she continued as she chewed noisily on a gum, "I mean she's nice looking and all but don't you think she's had too much for your own liking?"

The pot calling the kettle black

"Just shut up!" I told her and then stopped at a red light.

"Oooh!" she cooed sarcastically, "She's your turn on now!" she laughed out loud and I got a bit more irritated.

"Get out!" I didn't care whether it was midnight, her allegations were absolutely unacceptable.

Judging from my expression, Darcy climbed out of the car and looked lost for a minute before she turned to me.

"Find yourself a cab." I told then drove away but not before I heard her yell at me.

"Don't you dare call me!" was her parting shot.

Definitely!

Feeling a bit guilty of how I'd treated Darcy, I threw my car keys on the counter and picked up a beer bottle from the cooler and started at it.

Why was it so easy to judge from what she did when it was clear from the start she wasn't anything like her job?

It hurt me more to realize I was now part of the reason why people would take her as a slut.

She wasn't a virgin anymore.

Thanks to me...

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