Mysterious Skin (boyxboyxboy)

City of Fallen Angels.....

It was dark. Humid, the music was blaring and with every booming sound it reverberated through me. The music changed, the song 'Breathe On Me' came on by Britney Spears. That's my cue, I sashayed from the curtains and started my routine. I was donned with fish nets, and a sort of little crop to that was see-through, along with frilly underwear, topped off by stilettos. I got most if not everyone's attention, heads turned and eyes prodding my body, I danced on the pole. Sliding to the floor and crawling toward my customers, I got up on my knees and rocked my hips. When it got to my favorite part I traced my hand up to my neck and turned my head suductively. I then laced my hand down my body ever so slightly and grabbed my groin earning whistles and money being shoved in my panties.

One customer a regular got a little cocky and decided to snake his hand around my waist and put a twenty in by groping my ass. I just continued the show and grabbed his hand leading it, I traced it around and down my body, before he got to what he wanted I pulled back and walked off stage, making sure to sway my hips as I went. As I walked backstage to the dressing room, upon opening the door I was met with a stranger looking back at me. He had blonde hair, skinny yet toned, and his eyes a piercing blue. I walked closer, and looked in the mirror, the stranger was me. This wasn't me, this isn't who I am. But I was in dept. to the owner, I was originally working for him as a dealer, but I was jumped and lost much more than what my ass was worth. But according to him I could repay it in more than one way. And I didn't like the first option.

I began to fish out the money and counted, $150, not bad for a night and only one gig. That leaves exactly $19,000 left. And I here a tap at the door, and I stuff a twenty back in my underwear. So what I do have to eat. And in comes the devil himself, my "boss" Ben. As always he never forgets to eye rape me before asking for the money, I handed him the $130 and he tells me I can leave. But he stops me, "I have a special job for you." He says, a mischievous smirk on his face gives me chills."And what would that be?" I didn't even try to hide the distaste in my tone. He stares at me almost contemplating something before he speaks again, "I need you to go pick up a delivery for me." I sigh. I know I can't really decline, he literally owns my ass. I sigh again before answering, "Where do I need to go?"
He smiled, "That's a good boy, not that you could refuse anyways. I need you to go to 3131 South Las Vegas Boulevard, you'll be going to the very top floor, the 'Tower Suite'." As he was about to go he turned on his heels and was sporting that same smirk, "Oh, and don't bother changing, grab the robe and come on. I'll drive you."

The drive wasn't long, but when we pulled up I was awestruck, it had to be million of stories high! The building was a golden shade with black tented windows, but I was quickly snapped out of my trance. He ushered me out of the car and I didn't have to turn to see he was smirking, something wasn't right....... But I complied and walked through glistening golden doors, it felt like I'd stepped into a fairytale castle. But little did I know that it was very far from that of a fairytale.......

*Cliffhanger! Stay tuned to see what happens next!*