This is just a crazy idea I came up with, so I hope you like it.

I send love to my incredible beta, toughcooki19 ! If not for you, I don't know what I would do. Ooh...that rhymed!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not even the computer I'm typing this on. Just Kidding! Wait, no I'm not. I don't own anything...I think. Sorry, continue on!

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She placed her hair up and allowed some of the ringlets to fall free. Her eyes narrowed as she applied yet another layer of lipstick. Smokey eyeliner, check, foundation, check, blush, check. She stood from her vanity table as she changed into tonight's outfit: dark denim hip-huggers with a deep maroon halter top. On anyone else this outfit would seem casual, but the way she wore it made it look exceedingly provocative. This was her life. She had no family, and she was glad. If she had a family then she would have a reason not to do the things she did.

As she exited her cramped New Haven apartment, she made her way through the cold streets around her. Not many people would believe it, but there was a corrupt part to the ritzy town. There were drug dealers and prostitutes on some corners, and there were too many gangs to count.

As she entered the club, she looked around. This was her home. This was where she could find solace, if only for a few brief moments. The music started to play and out came the first girl, Madeline. All of the girls had nicknames; Madeline, the schoolgirl, always went first because she was the least likely to bring in the big bucks. That's why Rory always went last; she was known as the coquette, or the flirt. This club was hers, and every other girl knew it. She had the moves, the looks, and the total package that would rake in the doe and make any guy go mad.

As Madeline picked up her tips and ran backstage, another, more experienced girl walked out. Rory watched as the men drooled, and she knew she had to step up her game. No one, no one, would outdo her.

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Logan Huntzberger was the essence of perfection. He had gorgeous features, a quick wit, and a big bank account. It was too bad that she didn't care about any of these things; he sometimes wished she did. Every night he would go into the club looking for her. He would try to catch a glimpse of the girl who had bewitched him so, but he could never hold her attention for more than a moment. None of his friends knew what had him leaving night after night. No one knew that he was so unbelievably infatuated with this girl that he barely slept or ate.

He had a fiancée, Jessica Fallon. She was the perfect fuck buddy; she would never make a good wife. She kept to her own business, and as long as Logan threw a few dollars her way, she didn't bat an eyelash at the other women he brought into their home. Their home, hilarious. It's not like he stayed in the lifeless museum that his "loving" fiancée had the nerve to call home. No, he spent most of his nights at this very club.

He knew the routine, as did she. They would ignore each other the entire night until she decided it was time. She would dance expertly, and Logan found himself hoping that she was thinking of him. She would finish up, and he would wait for her. They would walk quickly to her apartment and wouldn't leave till the morning after. It was now routine, and they had it down pat.

He had stopped begging her for a relationship long ago. His attempts were futile because he knew the things she would do, what she would say. Her chilling words would always make him forget the previous moments of bliss he spent in her embrace; he would forget how he felt when their bodies came in contact.

"If you want more…I'm sure I can find someone else."

Those words, uttered from her lips, made him want to crawl away before she could do any more damage.

Sometimes, when she was sleeping, he could swear that she had asked him to stay, but he never had. It would've been awkward and confusing, and honestly, he was too afraid of what he was feeing. This girl could control him like no other; everything about her hypnotized him. He knew that she could break him with a simple rejection, and he was so afraid of losing her that he accepted the small amount of time that she was willing to give him. A few moments of her wrapped in his arms was usually enough to make him accept his fate, but he knew that it wouldn't be enough any longer.

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Please tell me what you think! I thought the idea was a little crazy (especially for me), but then again, I never back down from a challenge (unless it is really difficult...then it's just not fair). Anywho, review please!