Bad Girl HS

6

I stood in line to perform on the big stage. My hairdresser, Mia, put my in skimpy lingerie and curled my hair. And who knows how many pounds of make up that lady put on my face.

The girl in front of me stepped on the stage. She walked down the catwalk and to a pole in the middle. She did a couple of stripper moves. The thirsty men in the audience yelled and whistles, cheering her on.

Do I really have to do this? Imagine how embarrassing this is going to be. What have I gotten myself into?

"Miss, don't worry! You will do great!" The stage director told me with a smile.

"Thanks but I have a feeling I am going to do awful." I moaned.

"Nessa, your the big prize tonight!" She spoke. Big prize?

"What big prize?" I asked in shock and confusion.

"Nessa, everyone here knows who you are. Word has been getting around for years that you are coming. You are a virgin and that is what those men want." she said, pointing to the crowd. "They know what you are really like under that 'Bad Girl Facade.' They want your beauty and innocence."

How did she know all of this? I felt like she was telling me things about myself that I didn't even know.

I looked on the stage and saw the performer walking off. Shit, it was my term. My legs were shaking and I was freaking out.

"Go get 'em, tiger!" The director hit my back and pushed me on stage.

The crowd roared loudly than they did for the other girls. I walked on stage and looked around. I probably looked like an idiot who was scared out of her mind. I walked onto the catwalk and grabbed the pole. They men immediately whistled for me to continued. I walked around the backside of the pole because this lingerie basically shows my whole ass. I grinded on the pole. I began to feel really stupid and slutty so I stopped and walked around it again.

A lady walked out and escorted me off of stage. She took me backstage and into a dressing room. I sat down is a chair with my name on it. Fancy stuff around here.

"You did wonderful! Don't worry. Everyone out there wanted you but only the richest can afford you! You got the highest bid of the night!" She cheered.

"That's a good thing?" I asked.

"Yes, that means that nicer people are more likely to get you. And not a filthy hoodlum." She was about to say something else when another hairdresser called her over.

The two women began talking. One of the pointed towards me and the other squealed with excitement. The other walked away and my hairdresser ran up to me with a huge smile.

"You aren't going to believe this!" She smiled.

"What?" I asked sitting up.

"Marcel Styles bid you! He bid a million dollars!" She chirped.

"What? Who's that?" I asked and her jaw dropped.

"You don't know who he is? Marcel Styles doesn't ring any bells?" She looked flabbergasted.

"Nope." I said, popping the 'p.'

"Marcel Styles is one of Desmond Styles' twin sons!" She explained.

"Does that mean he is nice?" I asked. I really hope he is. His name sounds cute.

"I am not sure. I have only met his twin, Harry. Harry is a really sweet so maybe Marcel is too." She said, honestly.

"I hope so." I sighed and sat up in my chair.

"Where is my doll?" I heard a boy around my age yell. Fuck.