Meet Me in the Middle

Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight, no copyright infringement intended.

"Can you pass the ketchup?"

Charlie reached up and picked up the bottle, shaking it. "Might want to ask for another one, this one's almost gone."

"It's ok, I don't need that much," I took it and squirted that last bit of contents out onto my plate.

Charlie laughed a little, "got a little bit on your shirt."

I looked down at my shirt which held a small red stain. Great. I pulled a napkin up and started wiping at the spot. "How did the interview go today?"

Charlie cleared his throat. "Well, you know how it is. Gotta wait for them to call back. I'm not the only one who applied for the job Bells. But I think I got a good chance."

"hmm," I said taking a sip of my water.

"Hmm what?"

"I was just thinking, you know with the way things are, maybe I could get a fulltime job, instead of a part-time one. It will help out a little with the bills."

"No, no and no. Bella you're going to college and that's that. I don't care if I have to sell everything I own, you are going to college."

"Charlie,-dad, we both know mom's not coming back. And we already are having trouble making ends meet as they are. I don't want to add a University to that."

"I said you're going to college. Your old man doesn't lie. So drop it, and let's have a good lunch." I looked down at my half eaten burger a little frustrated. Charlie was never good at accepting reality, he called it being positive. I called it fantasy.

"I just think, maybe it could be a possibility," I mumbled under my breath.

Charlie sighed, "Look, Bella, I talked with your mom. She said she would be willing to help. So with my money, and hers, we will find a way. And if I get this job, we will be able to catch up on some of the bills, do some more food shopping, and put the rest aside for your college."

"But you are not sure you got it. Charlie let me help. I don't mind. I'll finish up my general education at the community college, and then get a job. I don't mind."

"Well I do. I do. Now, let's just," he sighed, "let's just finish dinner." He took a huge bite of his burger and then stuffed a few fried in his mouth. "By the way," he mumbled, "happy birthday Bella. 20 years old."

I smiled, "thanks dad." He lifted a box from underneath the table and handed it to me with a smirk. I smiled a little. Money was so tight right now. "I thought we said no gifts."

Charlie waved his hand, "nah, come on Bells open it. It's your birthday, come on." I laughed a little as I unwrapped the gift and opened the box.

"A phone?" Wow. A really nice phone. I looked a Charlie with a guilty look.

"Now, I know what you're thinking. But I took care of all the charges. Besides yours looks like crap. No offense. And, well, you know, I was thinking, you know, when you transfer and go away to that university, it will be a good way to stay in touch with your old man."

"Come on, you still got a few good years left," I said jokingly.

"Yep," he laughed, "this old dog is still going strong."

"Thank you dad." I knew the phone must have cost more than we could spend. I didn't want to ask where he got the money. It seemed almost selfish of me to accept the gift knowing we were behind on rent on our small two bedroom apartment.

"Hey, you're my little girl. You're all I have left. And I'm proud of you. Smart kid, must have got it from your mother's side. Now don't you go worrying about how much the phone cost. I took care of it. I picked up a little job as a janitor at a law firm. I was told by one of my old pals a job had opened up so I applied. I was going to tell you, but I wanted to wait a little. I was hoping to get the other job by now."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Cause Bella, you're still a kid. I mean lady," he held up his hands. "And I don't want you worrying about the bills, about the rent, food. I want you to still be young and enjoy being, you know, young. And I know it's been a year since you graduated high school, but you're still my kid. It's a parent thing. You know you want the best for you kids. To provide for them. I don't want life to hit you so soon, you're still growing up and I want you to have this time."

I struggled not to say that I had grown up ever since mom left.

I looked at my watch. "I got to go work." I stood up and kissed Charlie on the side of his cheek.

"Hey, wait, what about your cake? You got to have your cake."

"I'm sorry dad," I said picking up my jacket and purse, "but I really have to go. This was nice though. I love my present. And I love you, but I really got to go."

"Alright," he said with a sigh, "don't go growing up too fast." I gave him a half smile and placed another kiss on his cheek as I made my way out.

I jumped into my truck and zoomed over to the quickie-market. I was already late. I hadn't even realized the time. Shit. I hoped my boss wasn't in today. I quickly pulled into a parking space and sprinted into the store.

I immediately went to the back to grab my ugly green apron that said welcome with a smiley face on it. The exact opposite of how I always felt. I walked out from the back still tying the strings behind my back.

"Late again Bella." My jerk of boss Lenard, who I swear got off on irritating the shit out of me knowing I couldn't do anything about it. He and I both knew I needed this job.

"I'm sorry. It was a mistake."

"Always a mistake with you. You know I'm starting to think, the mistake is you. I have given you leeway. I know your dad is having a rough time so I've been nice to you."

He had no right to talk about Charlie. It's none of his business. But again, I had to swallow my pride and kiss up to the jackass.

"I know. And I'm so grateful. Please, it won't happen again." Seriously? Just piss the fuck off already.

"One more chance. And you know I have tons of others who would appreciate this job." Oh yes I'm sure. I'm sure tons of girls want to wear a freaking happy face all day while you eye hump them from behind.

"I'm sorry Sir. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again." His eyes drifted down my body. Sick bastard.

"See that you do. Now get to work. We got customers and we are short on staff today. Apparently there is a flu going around. Start with the restacking of the shelves. We just got the new shipments yesterday."

"Ok Sir." I quickly walked to the back storage room just knowing his eyes were on my ass as I walked away. I picked up closest storage box and opened it. Dried coconut. The store was like a mini market. It sold a little bit of everything. Birthday cards, cooking ingredients, a little bit of hardware supplies, small knickknacks ect. It was a perfect market to live next to.

I picked up the box and carried it out to start my work. "Hey Is."

"Hi Bobby." Bobby, the over happy suck up.

"Need any help?"

"Nope, I got it thanks."

"Alright, well I'm off for brake."

"Have fun," I mumbled. God knows I won't.

"Hey, remember we work at the happy store. Smile Bella." I gave him a bored look. "Or not." He laughed. "See ya in a little bit. Try not to have too much fun without me."

"Never do," I said putting up the small bags on the shelf. Just when I got a nice rhythm going of putting the price tags on and stacking the bags in nice rows I heard my name being paged to the front to help with check out.

I sighed. Seriously? I pushed the box aside and slowly stood up. This is ridiculous.

"Excuse me? Can you help me?" I heard a deep voice say from behind me. No! No I cannot. I turned around exasperated but promptly froze when my eyes met a pair of steel blue ones. I must have looked so stupid staring at the well-dressed man like a dear in the headlights. "Excuse me, you do work here right?"

"Um, y-yes. Yes I do. B-I-needed at the front. I'm sorry, what I can help you with?"

"Do you sell wine?"

"Yes," I said brushing a few strands of hair out of my sweaty face. "Just this way." I bushed by him and couldn't help getting a nice whiff of his cologne. Dear god. He smelled amazing. I could hear his shoes tap against the floor as he followed at a safe distance behind me. There was no doubt he was well off, as he was dressed in a smooth silver suit with a black tie. "Here we are, wine," I said pointing to the few we had. "It's a small selection, but across the street there is a-"

"This is fine. Thank you."

"Ok," I said slowly. No need to cut me off.

"Strawberries?" He said looking at me again.

"This way," I motioned for him to follow. He grabbed a bottle of wine, and again I listened to the tap of his shoes as he followed me to the fruit section. "Again, I'm sorry we don't really carry much in the way of selections. There is a nice market up the-"

"That's all I need. Thank you." Rude much?

I struggled not to glare a hole into the side of his perfect face. "I was just going to say that you seem new here, and there are better selections at the Fresh Market right around the corner." So there, I said it anyways!

He looked up at me from the strawberries and let his eyes travel up and down my body as if he was sizing me up. I could take him if he was looking for a fight. He seemed to sense my anger and then gave me a quick half grin. "I don't you're your suggestions". Again he glanced down to my chest and smiled again. "Isabella." He said my name in such a demeaning way that I could feel another wave of anger rising in me. What is it with wealthy guys and their feelings of entitlement? Who did he think he was?

I narrowed my eyes at him, and pressed my lips together struggling not to give him the finger and say fuck off.

"Thank you for your help." He picked up a small container of strawberries and walked pass me making his way to the checkout lines.

What an arrogant ass. A good smelling arrogant ass.

I turned and walked in no particular direction, not sure of where to go exactly, until I heard my name being paged to the front again. Of course I have to go to the front. This is not my day.

I made my way to the front checkout lines and expected to see the arrogant ass but he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he did a fast check out. I checked out a woman with a screaming baby, then an older man who insisted his coupons were not expired even though they were. To make my day less of a living hell I gave him the discount.

I picked up a tray of strawberries and scanned them. I paused at the bottle of wine and looked up from my mundane duties. And there he was. The good smelling arrogant ass with perfect blue eyes. His face held a very bored look as he looked me up and down for the second time. I directed my eyes back to the bottle of wine as I scanned it along with a loaf of bread. "That comes to 31.52$"

He dug into his pocket and pulled out a nice wad of cash. From it he pulled two twenties and handed them to me. I took it not too gently and avoided his eyes.

"Out of forty," I turned to put it in the register and get his change. "Eight dollars and forty-eight cents is your change." He held out his hand to which I placed the money in, my fingers brushing against his palm. "Have a great rest of your day and please come again," I said halfheartedly.

He smirked, picked up his bags and walked out. I watched as he made his way through the parking lot to a black two door Mercedes. He popped his trunk, placed his bags in and then walked around to slide smoothly into the car.

I could hear the roar of his car as he started the engine. He probably would never come back. A man as rich as he was. I'm sure he just wondered in this cheap store by mistake.

"Um, excuse me, miss, could you please," I looked back at a women waiting for me to check her out.

"Oh I'm sorry."

He was by far one of the most attractive men I had ever seen. He was most likely married. I didn't even look to see if he was. I mean he bought wine and strawberries, I'm sure for a girlfriend or wife. But it didn't matter, because he was a rude ass, and I was not going to think about him the rest of the day. But of course I did.

A few weeks went by, and even though I hated to admit it, I still looked for him. But there was no sign of him. It was strange. Once I told my mind to stop thinking about him, suddenly that was all my mind could think of. Those steel blue eyes were imprinted on my mind.

Charlie did not get the job he applied for. So he decided to pick up a few extra shifts as a janitor. There were days when he would not come home until 1:00 in the morning. He would come in quietly, thinking I was sleeping, slouch down on the couch and fall asleep in his uniform.

I knew he was working hard. I gave what money I could to help with the bills, and food shopping, but honestly my job sucked in the way of income. Charlie always insisted on not taking any of my money anyways.

We lived from pay check to pay check. Everything was budgeted. We had even decided to sell my truck, and share one car to cut down on expenses. In the mornings he would drop me off at the community college for my classes. From there I walked a few blocks to a nearby bus-station to get to work.

Because Charlie's work schedule was unpredictable we agreed that I would also take the bus home from work. I knew he felt bad about me walking and taking the bus, but we also knew it was the only option in order for him to keep what little job he had.

Finishing up work after a long day I went to the back to take off my apron and clock out. I sighed as I contemplated my journey home. I pushed my loose hair behind my ear and sat down on the floor for a moment to rest and retie my torn up shoes. I heard a faint tinny tap. I paused and listened as I looked up to the roof. Rain. Fantastic. Why did my life suck so bad? I must have really fucked up in my past life.

I stood up with a sigh, and smoothed out my blue shirt over my black jean leggings. I slipped into my bulky jacket and grabbed my purse. The rain was getting harder as I exited the backroom. I pulled my hood up over my head, slung my purse over my shoulder and stuffed my hands in my pockets.

"See ya Is," I heard Bobby shout out.

"Bye," I mumbled looking over at him. I promptly stopped and froze. Ice blue eyes were staring at me from Bobby's checkout line. They looked a little softer today, and he even had a small smile on his lips as he took in my appearance. I admit I must've looked like a hobo in my bulky jacket and ripped up shoes.

Looking away, I pulled my hood to cover the side of my face from his view. But I could still feel his eyes on me. I walked quickly out the automatic sliding doors and into the windy rainy weather. Wrapping my arms around my body I moved through the puddles kicking up water and feeling it seep through the holes in my shoes soaking my socks. The wind was so strong that I felt myself slowing down in the rain, and looking at my shoes as I walked so as to keep the rain from blowing into my eyes.

The skies thundered and I was nearly soaked. I hadn't expected rain today otherwise I would have brought a warmer jacket and umbrella. A gust of icy wind hit me hard. I panicked a little as I stumbled, grabbing the door to a random establishment and immediately going inside. I stood in the entrance to catch my breath.

Booming music immediately hit my ears. I could also hear the clinking of coins, the shout of voices, and the clank of glass bottles. I wiped the water from my eyes and looked around. The lights were dimed and flashing all sorts of colors. I walked further into the establishment. The beat of the music was electric, and the shout of voices and laughter was so loud that I covered my ears a little.

Half nude women dancing, smiling and licking their lips as men pushed money between their perky breasts. I closed my eyes and looked away for a moment. I was still pretty innocent in this department.

"Looking for someone Honey?" A woman said to me, while holding a tray of beers.

"No," I said while quickly moving away from her.

I looked up at the stage and watched as the women danced exotically. Their breasts and asses bouncing up and down as they spread their legs and ran their hands through their hair.

Why am I still in here?

I backed up to the door. "Excuse me," an irritated voice said. I jumped and moved away from the body I backed up into.

"I'm sorr-" I froze again. Really? Blue eyes. What was he doing in here?!

"Aren't you always," he said as he moved past me. I could smell the familiar smell of his unique cologne. I watched him as he weaved through people and stopped in front of a private room in the back. The door was opened and he was greeted by a busty blond haired woman. She put one arm around his shoulder as she leaned in to kiss his cheek.

I moved forward a little to get a better look. Her red lips smiled at him as she grabbed his crotch and rubbed it up and down. He smiled at her and moved further into the room.

A twinge of irritation ran through me. Why? She slowly closed the door while still rubbing his back. So he is a womanizer.

"You the new girl? Why are you standing in the entrance?"

"Huh?" I said in half a daze.

"Follow me," he waved to me. My eyes widened a little.

"I'm not-"

"You will do fine. You're a lot prettier than I thought you were on the phone. You struck me a blond. But you have a nice rack. The face is a nice bonus. Which will get you bonuses I'm sure." He smirked back at me. I remained silent as I followed him my curiosity getting the best of me.

We weaved through the loud crowd pushing our way through the people and into a small office. The man shut the door behind me. My heart was pounding in my ear as I clutched my purse closer to me.

"You can sit," he said pushing some papers to the floor from a chair. "Thought you would have come in something a little more presentable."

"Well, this was unexpected," I said a little nervously. He looked me over and snorted a laugh as he lit up a cigarette.

"What's your experience?" I gave him a strange look. He rolled his eyes, frustrated. "Dancing? Making drinks? You said you have experience on the phone."

I nodded slowly and swallowed hard. Experience. None. "I, well I can make a good Pinacolota." I looked at his face as he gave me a look of disbelief. I even wanted to slap myself for the embarrassing comment. The last thing the men wanted here was a weak fruity drink.

The man blew a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling. "You ever sucked a cock before?"

I bit my lip and shook my head. He smiled and looked over some papers on his desk and then back at me.

"Well, you better learn. You won't be making drinks. Obviously. You got a nice body, nice face. Learn how to suck some cock. You ever got naked and danced?"

"No."

He snorted another laugh. "Well, I expected more from the phone interview."

"Well, see, I-"

He held his hand up, "I don't need a long story about how much you need this job. I ain't got no sympathy for you. I'll give you a run. You screw up, you're out. And do me a favor, take that bulky shit off."

He threw some papers at me. "Sign these." I looked at him again with wide eyes. He was feeling around his desk, moving papers around and then picked up a pen. "Here."

I slowly took the pen. What do I do?! I'm not that girl. What the fuck am I doing! Bella you should have told him that you are not the girl he was looking for. No! You shouldn't even be here! My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest and onto the papers in front of me.

I signed my name on the line.

The man looked at the name on the line. Eyed me for a little bit. I avoided looking at his eyes and prepared myself for him to yell at me and tell me to get the hell out of his office.

"Bella, nice pet name. But for legal purposes, sign your real name one the lines, Jessica." He said the name with a hint of suspicion. I felt he knew I was not the girl. But he turned away before I could reassure him that his suspicions were correct.

I signed the name Jessica on the line. Great. First I'm liar, now I'm a certified whore.

"Pay is good. You keep tips. No negotiations on prices. Not for anyone. They are set. Normally, I charge a house fee, but we'll see how you do your first week. You serve the parties you are assigned to. Nothing too rough on your first week. You start tomorrow at 11:00am."

"I can't." I said quickly.

"What?" He said giving me a look of slight irritation.

"I mean, I have school. Classes. And another job I need."

"5:00pm. Final offer. If you can't do that then get out." I bit my lip. I shouldn't be doing this at all!

"Ok."

"Good answer. Monday, Wednesday and Friday, 5:00 to 10:00pm will be your shift. I'll start you off slow. Be on time. And for goodness sake, dress in something more presentable of the establishment. I realize you will be taking the clothes off, but you still represent my club. Any questions?"

"Um, what's the pay?"

He blew another puff of smoke into the air. "This is a Gentlemen's club. Most of your money will come by way of tips from the services you qualify to give. Such as lap dances, blow/hand jobs, company to lonely men, ect. There will be nights where you could make 150.00 to 1000.00 depending on how good you are."

I nodded. "I understand."

"Good, I'll see you tomorrow at 5:00 for your first day. Welcome to the Gentlemen's Club."

"Thank you." I left the room, barley breathing. What did I just agree to do? Oh my god, Charlie would kill me. If, if he found out. Maybe this could be my secret on the side. Just to make some extra money. It could help with the bills and even put me through college.

I walked towards the door, but stopped to look back at the private room where blue eyes went in. Maybe I would get to work one of those rooms. I shook my head. My god, how did I go from innocent Bella to total stripper?

I walked outside, the rain had let up thank goodness. I sprinted to the bus stop. My heart didn't stop thrashing in my chest until I was home laying in my bed looking up at my ceiling contemplating my new line of work.

Part of me was excited for trying something new and dirty, but the other part of me told me to quit and find a better way to earn more money. But Blue eyes was there. It sounded childish, but I wondered what life was like for him. I would never know what it was like to have money like him.

It was almost 1:00 in the morning and I still couldn't sleep. I knew nothing about my new line of work. I had never done anything like it before. How would I know what to do? What if I didn't make any money and was fired for being the worst company? What if they wanted me to do something humiliating?

I heard the sound of the front door close quietly as Charlie stumbled in with a sigh. I heard him open and close the fridge. We hadn't been grocery shopping in a while. Poor Charlie. He worked so hard. This job could really help us. I would be making so much more than my piss poor job at the quickie market.

I closed my eyes and decided not to think about the job anymore. I didn't want to think about how insane it was, or how degrading it might be. I didn't want to think about anything negative. I had made up my mind to give it a try. Tomorrow I would show up to the club at 5:00pm and work. I would do this for Charlie, and for myself.

-8-8-

Friday. My first day. The day was a normal day. Charlie took me to school. From school I went to my market job.

My heart started pounding as I loaded merchandise onto the shelves as I contemplated my next job. I didn't know what to expect. Maybe I would be fired after they realized I didn't have any experience.

It was almost five. My shift today didn't end till 6:00pm.

I approached my boss's office and knocked softly. "Come in," I heard his earie voice say. I took a deep breath and entered.

"Hey, I'm feeling really sick. I was wondering if I could cut out a little early today."

He eyed me up and down. "You look fine."

"Well, remember you mentioned that flu that's going around. I think I caught it. And I didn't want to give it to others."

"Well, now that you mention it, you do look a little pale." I'm sure I was a little more pale than usual, but it was my own nerves not sickness. "And you palms look a little sweaty. I guess I can get Bobby to fill in for you. Alright, go on. Don't get me sick."

I gave a fake cough, "thank you."

"Yeah, just cover your mouth and close my door." Ok, asshole. I quickly put my apron away and clocked out. I grabbed my change of clothes and hurried to get out of my jeans. I slipped into a small tight black skirt and a red tank top. I then put on my long black jacket that wrapped around my body and came down to my knees to cover my somewhat skimpy outfit.

I left my sneakers on so I could keep up my fast pace.

"Is? You leaving?"

"I'm sick," I said to Bobby.

"Oh. Feel better. You know an apple a day keeps the doctor away. That's what I do and I haven't gotten sick for a long time now. Being sick is a sign that your diet is unhealthy you know." I rolled my eyes.

"Thanks Bobby. I'll be sure to start eating those apples." I wish I was really sick so I could cough on him.

"Hey it's true. Diet Is, you know I have a book I could give you. You need to regulate. And be positive."

"Bye Bobby," I said as I ran out the door.

I sprinted down to the club as fast as I could. Before opening the door, I smooth my hair down and tried not to look like a sweaty pig. I fixed the small black skirt. I slipped my feet out of the sneakers, stuffed them in my bag, and pulled out a small pair of low closed toed heels. Thank goodness they were closed heel. I hadn't painted my toes since forever.

I looked around. I felt so guilty doing something I knew Charlie would freak about. But, if this worked, it could help us so much. I took off my long coat and placed it over my arm as I entered the club. The music was booming. The familiar sound of men shouting, glasses clashing into each other, coins crashing onto the floor, money flying onto the stages where half nude women danced. The lights were flashing, women jiggling their big breasts, the smell of cigars in the air.

I ran my hand through my hair and looked down at my outfit and saw how perhaps overdressed I was. It was a skimpy outfit in my opinion but compared to the women here, I looked like a nun.

"Hey there!"

I jumped at the voice behind me.

"Sorry," she placed a hand on my arm, "didn't mean to scare you. I'm Christina, but everyone calls me Sugar. James told me this is your first day and to show you the ropes." She had perky breasts and blond hair. I recognized her as the one that touched Blue eyes when he went to the back room. Her full lips held a smile as she looked me up and down.

"H-hi, I'm Isa-Jessica. Well, I go by Bella."

"Bella, nice name. It's short. That's good. Men don't like long names. So first thing, you can set your things in the back. Each of us has a locker." I followed her towards the back and down a hallway to a locker-room. It was a nice room. It had a nice long lighted mirror, places to change and store belongings. "Number 33, is yours. It's one of the smaller ones but of course it's only your first day. If you end up staying, overtime you might get a bigger one. The longer you stay, the bigger dicks you get, which means, bigger locker." She smirked.

I tried to smile at her while I placed my things in the locker, but I was a little uncomfortable with her loose speech about being with men.

"You got any experience with making men feel good?" I looked at her small top with her breasts popping out and her fishnet stockings that ran all the way up to the small tight leather shorts she wore.

"Not really," I said honestly.

She smiled. "I'll help you. We ladies have to take care of each other." She winked at me. I felt her hands run through my hair as she fluffed it up, making it look a little messy. "Come on," she pulled me to a mirror, "stay there for a sec." She returned shortly with some lipstick, and a few other things.

She started applying the red lipstick to my lips, smoothing it out. Then applied a thin layer of eyeliner, and mascara. Lastly she took out some blush and brushed it across my checks and smiled when she was done. "Perfect." I looked at myself and winded my eyes. I looked good, but so, whorish…

"Thank you," I said looking down a little. I was starting to feel this line of work was not for me.

"Don't be ashamed of how you look. Men come here to see us. One thing that determines if you survive in this work is your skill. This work is not just about looks. You have to know how to market yourself, your assets. It's about paying attention to people, observing your clients, and telling them what they want to hear without sounding too fake. Learn how to do your makeup and present your body as the prize worth paying for."

"What if I'm not worth paying for?" I don't know why I said that, it just came out. I could feel the fear in the pit of my knotted stomach.

"Walk into the room like you own it. Be confident in yourself. Don't think, just do it. If you believe it, then others will too. You will do great. Besides you're with me tonight. I'll look out for you." I was very thankful to have Christina, or Sugar. Where would I be without her? Curled up somewhere in a corner most likely.

She applied some makeup to her face and then we left the locker rooms. She walked so light on her feet. She had a smooth sway to her body. I only wished I looked that graceful. I stumbled behind her struggling to just walk in a straight line. No wonder Blue eyes liked her.

"You're lucky, it's a good night. Lots of tips to be made." She swiveled her head around to look at me, her red lips smiling. "Ready?" I just shrugged nervously.

"I guess."

"Don't think, just do it." Do what? We approached a room that had two men standing outside of it. As soon as they saw her she showed a pass and they smiled at her. "This is Bella, she is with me. James put her with me tonight." They nodded and opened the door for her. "Showtime," she said smiling at me.

I followed her in and could feel my legs shaking as I walked. I was thankful that the elegant room had a low lighting. Hopefully no one saw the red seeping into my cheeks as I took in the men with the all different types of women. Some dressed, and some with nothing on. There was a man at the piano playing some classy music, waiters refilling drinks. I could smell the smoke that flowed freely from the cigars, and the smell of elegant tasty dishes.

I simply just stood in one spot and watched as Sugar picked and approached her target. She approached him with a soft smile and said something to him. He immediately put his drink down and gave her a coy smile. He put his arm around her waist and she in turn put her hand on his leg and rubbed it slowly. He pulled her onto his lap and started running his hand up her arm. She leaned in and kissed him softly.

I could never be that smooth.

She moved to straddle him while wrapping her arms around his neck. I watched as she started moving her hips against him, throwing her head back and smiling as if he was her king. The man reached up and started stroking her breasts to which she started to moan. She put one of her hands in his pants and started to jerk.

I backed away a little. It was a little much for me. God, Bella, you have gone and done it this time. What have you gotten yourself into now?

"Excuse me," I jumped.

"Sorry."

"Aren't you always."

I looked up. Blue eyes. My breath caught. "I'm sorry," I whispered again. He looked me up and down and lingered on my chest for a moment before meeting my eyes. My heart was getting a workout, as it felt like it was in my throat.

"Store girl." I eyed him. Was it really hard for him to remember my name? He probably doesn't remember any girl's name. I couldn't help glaring at him.

"Asshole," I said glaring at him. But I instantly regretted it as a few people stared at me like I was insane. "My boss," I stuttered out trying to cover my blunder. I didn't want to get fired so quickly. "My boss is an ass, he really is." I looked away hoping he would accept the cover.

"Blow job?" I looked back at him in disbelief. Wow, that quick. I mean he just said it like he was ordering a burger. What did he think I was, a whore? Wait…was I? I guess I looked the part. He tipped his head to the side with a small smirk on his lips again.

"I-I don't think I'm supposed to do that. I mean it's my first day. I think I'm just supposed to observe, and stuff. I'm with Sugar."

He laughed a little, "observe? What are you supposed to be observing exactly?"

"It my first day."

He looked frustrated. "Is that a no?"

I saw another girl hanging around and circling as if she was just waiting for him to be done with me so she could sink her claws into him.

"I, well, I guess." Why did he have to be such an ass? So demanding.

"You guess what?"

"Ok, yes." He smiled, took my arm and dragged me with him to a secluded corner away from others. Sugar looked at us and smiled at me from behind the man she was humping.

Blue eyes sat down on a soft couch, took off his suit jacket and looked up at me. He started to loosen his tie and the cuffs on the ends of his shirt. "You going to just stand there?"

I wasn't really sure what to do. I mean, I knew what I was supposed to do, but had never done it before. How long would it take? What was it like to have a cock in my mouth? How hard did I have to suck? What if I couldn't get him off? This would probably be the shittiest blow job ever.

Blue eyes let out a sigh and put his hand around my arm as he pulled me closer to him until I was standing between his parted legs close to his crotch. He ran his hands up and down my hips rubbing them, and moving his hands to squeeze my ass a few times. I closed my eyes for a moment as I tried to imagine what I was doing.

I jolted in shock when I felt his hand go under one of my breasts and squeeze it gently. He looked up at me smiling. "Nervous?" Was it that obvious?

I shook my head. "No of course not." Even I didn't believe the poor lie.

"Relax. You're shaking."

"Sorry," I whispered. I don't know why I was apologizing. I felt completely out of my element. I didn't feel the least bit in control. It was clear that he was the dominate one.

Again a smile returned to his lips. He gave my breasts a hard squeeze, to which I moaned a little. I looked at him a little scared of what he was going to do next. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to feel you. Get on your knees." Oh god, this is it. Could I do this? No, I don't think I can.

But I did. Blue eyes took a pillow from the sofa and tossed it down on the floor. "Put your knees on this, I want to enjoy that mouth of yours for a while." My knees inched on to the pillow. I looked down at the ground as I heard him undo his pants. The sound of his zipper sliding down had my heart pounding again, and my breathing quickening. "Have you done this before?"

I wanted to lie and say yes, but instead I shook my head. He was quiet for a moment. I thought he might tell me to get up and leave. He didn't seem like the patient type. More like a person who demanded perfection. "How old are you?"

"T-twenty. I just turned twenty." How old are you? He looked much older than me. I could see very small wrinkles at the edges of his eyes whenever he smiled. "May I ask, how old you are? Sir?" He raised an eyebrow at the last word.

"Thirty-seven." I swallowed hard. Almost twenty years older than me. I was still being toilet trained when he was my age.

I felt his warm hand slid under my chin and grip it, lifting it up until our eyes locked. He stroked the side of my cheek with his thumb.

"I'm going to enjoy this. I bet that mouth of yours is just marvelous. Take off your top and bra." I looked at him in shock. "Do it," he whispered. I pulled the tank over my head and hesitated when I got to my bra. I would have never imagined exposing myself to this man. This man I met in a market and helped him to find wine, and strawberries. And now here I was about to suck him off.

I unclipped the bra and let it fall to the floor as I hung my head down again.

"Eyes to me." I looked up at him still shaking a little. He reached forward and ran his hand over my breasts, pulling at the nipples and rubbing them between his fingers. It felt so good, but I struggled not to show too much pleasure. I lowered my eyes hoping he wouldn't notice. "Eyes to me," he said immediately.

I looked back up at him, my breathing becoming erratic. He looked a little upset and frustrated. "Sorry," I said under my breath. He smiled at this. He seemed to like whenever I apologized to him.

"Call me Sir."

"I'm sorry Sir," I said slowly.

"Mmmm, I like that. Yes, I forgive you. But do it again, and this might get unpleasant for you." What did that mean? "mmm, you have nice tits." Thank you? Do I say thank you?

"Um, thanks." Blue eyes licked his lips a little while looking at them. The stroking stopped as he went in his pants and pulled his cock out. Oh my god. He's huge. My eyes widened. I could see the pre-cum glistening on the tip of his head.

"Open your mouth." I could only imagine the look in my eyes as I looked up at him. Fear, nervousness, lack of know how. I don't know why, but I could feel my eyes tearing up. Why was I about to cry? "No," he said wiping a stray tear away, "I'm not going to hurt you. So none of that."

I placed each of my hands on his legs and leaned in close to this big cock.

"Lick it first," he said holding it out to me. "The tip."

I kept my eyes to him as I stuck out my tongue and started to lick the head of his cock. It started bouncing up and down as I licked it. I then decided to run my tongue along the sides of it. It just seemed like the natural thing to do next.

"Oh yes," he said in a low voice, the hunger in his eye growing by the second. "Yes, that feels good, keep going." I felt so awkward in this position, but continued with more enthusiasm now that I knew he liked it. "There you go, lick that cock."

He took his dick and hit my tongue a couple times with it, and rubbed it on my face which I thought was a little strange, but I just tried not to judge too much since it was all new.

"Suck my balls," he said lifting his cock up and rubbing it with one of his hands. I leaned in and started pulling the soft skin between my lips, licking them as well. He groaned. "Right there. Good girl. Are you my good girl?" I felt his hand run through my hair pulling some of it back into a soft grip.

He pulled my lips away from his balls and without warning. "Good girls like cocks, don't they. Open your mouth wide little one." He pushed his cock into my mouth. I nearly gaged as the length of it went in, but he quickly pulled back allowing me to simply hold it in my mouth. He rubbed and jerked his cock at the base, letting it move in and out of my mouth without me doing anything.

"Suck," he whispered, looking down into my eyes. I closed my mouth around his girth and started to suck as hard as I could. He chuckled a little, "not so hard." I eased up and he smiled again. "Good, right there. Oh, that feels good." I felt a tug on my hair as he pulled my face back and then forced it forward onto his dick. "Keep sucking," he said in a moan.

I had to use my hands to balance myself as the rhythm picked up. It actually felt nice to have his dick in my mouth. His tugs on my hair were firm, but not cruel. I could feel throbbing and wetness starting to form between my legs. I longed to be touched.

"Oh shit yes," he whispered. "Oh, fuck. Yes. Oh god." I kept sucking as his dick thrusted in my mouth. For a moment he let his dick slip out of my mouth which allowed me to catch my breath a little, as my breathing was very heavy. Embarrassingly I could feel drool running down my chin. I reached up to wipe it, but he used my hair to pull my face away from my hands. "Leave it. And put your hands back on my legs. Do not move them again."

Awkwardly I put my hands back on his legs and instead focused on trying to catch my breath. Before I could catch it completely, he pulled my head back and slipped his dick back in and pulsed even harder this time. I chocked a little when it hit the back of my throat. He was so big. "Oh, oh my, that feels so fucking good."

He looked down to my eyes and smiled. "Let me feel that tongue." I let my tongue run along the sides of his cock as his thrusting continued. Suddenly he slowed, moving his dick slowly in and out of my mouth. He pulled his dick out just enough to where the head was left in my mouth. "Suck it."

So I put my mouth around it and started to suck it slowly.

"Such a good girl," he said. He pulled his head from my mouth and let his dick bounce in front of my face. I felt his hand loosen on my hair as he let it fall messily around my shoulders. "Stand up." My eyes darted in different directions as I wondered what he was going to do. I slowly stood up. He looked me up and down again and I saw his dick twitch.

"Turn around, and bend over." Oh god, I didn't want him to fuck me from behind. Please no. "Now." I did as I was told. While bent over I felt his hand go to my hips and pull me back towards him. I could feel my legs shaking. "Shhh, its ok. You're ok."

He pulled down my underwear letting them fall to the floor around my ankles. I looked behind me and saw him smiling as he rubbed my back and ass. I squeaked as I felt one of his fingers rub my clit. Oh god. Please. I moaned as I moved my hips back and forth. "What is it princess? You want to cum for me?" He whispered. I felt his thumb enter my pussy while his index continued to rub my clit. "Tell me what you want little one. Tell me." The rhythm picked up as his thumb thrusted in and the rubbing quickened. My body felt hot all over.

"I-I want to." My mind was going wild.

"What do you want princess?" I felt his free hand move to my chest and play with my bouncing breasts as he pumped my pussy with his fingers.

"You," I said breathlessly. He chuckled.

"Me? You like my fingers in you?" He slipped his fingers out. No! Oh god, please. Please. He pulled my body upright and backed me up to him. From behind me he reached up rubbed his hands over my bare breasts, my skirt still lifted from bending over. He pulled the front of my skirt up, returning one hand to rub my clit and the other to enter my wet pussy again from behind with two fingers.

My breathing was crazy. My heart was pounding. Oh yes. Oh god. I felt it. I felt the heat, and adrenaline rushing over me. My body begged for release. I didn't even care who was watching.

"How does it feel baby girl? You like this? You like my fingers?"

"Y-ye, ye, yes please."

"You're so wet. You want to cum?" I nodded and moaned. "I know you do. I know what you want. And you will get it soon. You can cum when I say you can. Are you my little girl?" I felt him shove a third finger up my soaked pussy. I felt them wiggled, stroke and thrust inside me. "Are you?" He grunted out thrusting harder.

"Yes," I moaned out.

"Am I your daddy?"

"Yes," I groaned.

"Tell me."

"I'm your little girl daddy. Pl-p-p-please daddy. Please."

"Ok good girl. You're such a good girl. Cum for me. Cum for daddy. Give me all you got. I want to feel that pussy squirt."

I threw my head back and couldn't help the loud broken up sounds of breathing and whimpering that escaped my mouth as I felt my release.

"There you go. Oh yes. Feel that baby girl." I laid back against him as I tried to catch my breath, my chest heaving up and down. I saw him bring his fingers up to his mouth and suck them. "mmm, you taste sweet little one. So good. Get back on your knees," he whispered in my ear from behind.

I stumbled down to the ground, turning around to face him while placing my knees back onto the pillow. Without him asking me this time, I placed my hands on each of his legs and stared back up at him.

His smiled grew at this. "Beautiful." I opened my mouth ready for his cock. He laughed at this. He bit his lip, picked up his cock and placed it in my mouth. I closed my mouth around him sucking and running my tongue around it.

"Oh yes. Your mouth feels fantastic," he said throwing his head back, his breathing picking up. "Oh, Oh." He grabbed my hair again in a hold, and shoved his whole cock back into my mouth pulsing again faster than before. "Isabella," he breathed out. "Oh fuck. Do you like the taste of my cock? You want my cum?" I tried to answer a yes, but it only came out as a muffled moan.

"You ready little one? It's going to be a lot," he said between breaths. I could feel how swollen his cock was in my mouth as I continued to suck. My jaw was so tired, and I could feel a continuous flow of drool running down the sides of my mouth. Our eyes locked and I silently pleaded for him to be done soon. I could feel my own uncleaned cum running down the insides of my thighs.

He grinned as if he could read my feelings clearly through my eyes. He kept his hand gripped firmly on my hair but used his free hand to stroke my nipples. I closed my eyes and moaned a little. It felt so good. My sucking on his dick picked up as he rolled one of my nipples between his fingers. "Almost," he said. "Oh, it's going to be big. Oh fuck, yes. I love your tits." He squeezed my breast and ran his hand over them slowly, flicking each of my nipples making them harden. I groaned at this, loving the feeling.

"Isabella," he breathed out, "I love your mouth." He moved his free hand back to his cock and jerked it in my mouth from the base. The pace really picked up and I made small gage sounds as the head of his cock reached the back of my throat. He sucked in a sharp breath and threw his head back, "fuck!" he grunted out. I felt a warm liquid squirt out inside my mouth and I coughed a little letting the warm cum slid down the sides of my cheeks and chin. There was so much of it that I turned away while the rest of it shot on the side of my cheek.

He let out a small laugh as he grabbed my chin and faced me back to him. "Open," he whispered. My jaw was sore from sucking so much, but I hesitantly opened my mouth again. I could feel the amount of cum in my mouth bubbling out as I opened my mouth. I was still struggling to swallow it all. He stuffed his sticky cock back in and pulsed, but slower. "Oh yes, that was good. Isabella," he looked down at me with a smirk. I just continued to stare up into his cold steel eyes waiting for it to be over. My mouth ached to close, and to breath normally again.

He released my hair from his grip, pulled out and rubbed his dick a little more, jerking it a few times. He put it back in his pants and leaned back letting out a sigh. "That was worth every penny."

Was it?

My body was tired, my mouth ached, and I longed to clean myself up. Seeing me still sitting there wondering what just happened, he sat back up and grabbed something from his pocket. He leaned down, grabbed my chin and wiped the sides of my face, and my lips. He dipped the cloth in a glass of water and finished wiping my face.

I really hope no one drinks that water.

He held my chin in his grip and inspected it.

"Thank you," I said putting my head down, still trying to swallow the contents in my mouth. Overall, it was a messy ending.

"That felt good. Don't be ashamed. Next time, keep your mouth around my cock and swallow when I cum. It will be less messy." I still remained silent still contemplating the fact that I just gave a blow job to an arrogant asshole who was in fact a stranger to me.

Wait, did he say, next time?!

I looked back up at him. He was redoing his pants and rolling his sleeves back down. He tightened his tie back up and then looked down at me again. I realized I still had my both my hands on knees with my top off.

He smirked at this, "here," he said pulling a wad of cash out of his pocket. Of course it was all hundreds. He handed me some of the bills. "That was enjoyable." I felt so cheap. I felt sick to my stomach. Did I really just do this for money?

I lowered my head, took the money and pulled up my bra to cover my breasts as I slowly stood up. I wanted to go home. I didn't want to be in this place anymore. Blue eyes stood as well grabbing his jacket to leave.

Was it normal to feel this dirty? He let out a sigh as he turned me and pulled my bra all the way around my shoulders and clipped it shut. He bent over, picked up my shirt and handed it to me. I put it on quickly, but avoided his eyes at all costs. I couldn't look at him. I felt ashamed. I leaned over and pulled up my underwear and made sure my skirt was well fitted again.

He brushed past me and walked away. I didn't even bother seeing where he went. All I wanted to do was run out of the club and curl up in my bed. I walked to the door, ripped it open and quickly left.

I heard the faint sound of my name coming from Sugar but I ignored it. I pushed my way through the crowds of people to the locker rooms, grabbed my stuff and ran out the club. I looked down at the balled up money in my hand and shoved it in my purse trying hard not to cry. I was fired. I knew it. People like me were not cut out for this. I felt used. And all the man could do was hand me money and walk away.

I climbed on the bench to the bus stop and let myself cry a little. I sat there for a little bit trying to imagine what on earth I could have been thinking to enter that club in the first place. So stupid. I'm so stupid. I could still taste the saltiness of Blue eye's cum in my mouth. I turned to the side and spit what I could out.

How could I allow that man to take control of me in such a way? I was like putty in his hands. I did whatever he told me to do. It felt so good. There was nothing I could do to stop it.

"I'll take you home," I heard a smooth voice say. Shocked, I looked to the voice and saw him.

What was he now, following me?! I quickly wiped the stray tears and hid my face.

"I'm fine."

He started fixing his expensive Rolex watch on his wrist. How did he get here so quickly anyway?

"It will be a couple hours before the next bus comes. Get in the car I'll take you home."

"I am not going anywhere with you!" I shouted, "you think you can snap your fingers and make me do what you want. I already sucked your cock, you already took my dignity, so leave me alone."

He laughed at this. "I enjoyed you sucking my cock. And I didn't take your dignity. I paid you for the service."

"Well, I don't want your money. You don't own me. And there will be no next time."

He chuckled, walked closer to me, and grabbed my chin. "There will be a next time. And whether you want my money or not, you will take it because you need it. Why else would you, of all people, be in that club? As for owning you, I prefer to think of it as voluntary control. I never forced you to do anything. I asked you what you wanted, and I gave it to you."

"You tricked me."

He grinned, "tricked? Isabella you could have told me at any time to stop and I would have immediately."

"You knew I couldn't."

"You enjoyed it. You felt comfortable and enjoyed me being in control. It's a natural thing."

He was right in every way.

"Am I right?"

"I just have never been treated that way before." The man made me call myself a little girl and him my daddy for crying out loud!

"What way?"

"You made me call you those things, and feel that way."

I saw another smile spread across his lips. "Isabella, I was gentle. And I didn't make you do anything. I gave you the pleasure you pleaded for. But I won't lie , I enjoyed it as well. I would like to see you again. Perhaps, we can try to get to know each other a little better."

"Who do you think you are, god's gift to the earth?" I looked him over. "You should be ashamed that you can't get a girl on your own. You have to pay for it. Maybe if you weren't such a controlling freak, someone would want you."

He laughed, "You really think I have to pay for what I want when it comes to women? Isabella, don't be so naïve."

I glared at him. His very arrogant presence was driving me crazy. "You will never touch me again. So leave me the fuck alone. Find some bimbo's mouth to stick your dick in. It won't be mine ever again."

He didn't say anything to this, but simply turned and walked away, while putting his suit jacket on. I almost wanted to force him to turn around and say something to me. It just felt awkward that he didn't have anything to say. He just left. I turned away and glared at the ground while the wind blew. Ass. Such an arrogant ass. How could I have sucked his cock? I can never look at him the same.

A black Mercedes zoomed by, and I knew it was him. I didn't even know his name. Not even sure if I wanted to. I was never going back to that club. I was stupid for thinking I could be someone I'm not.

When the bus finally came I sat in the back, changed out of my skimpy outfit and tried to rub some of the makeup off my face. My hands felt the stickiness of his cum still on the bottom of my chin. I cringed at the thought. How could I allow him to treat me that way?

I got home around 8:30 and was surprised to see that Charlie was home sitting at the table going through some papers. "Hey Bells. How was work?"

"Fine," I whispered.

"You seem tired, why don't you get some sleep? You hungry? I made some spaghetti."

"No, I'm just really tired. I think I'll go take a shower and get some sleep."

"Alright. I'll be going to bed soon too." I started to go to the stove to try and clean up some of the mess he made. "Hey, I got it. I'll clean up. You seem really exhausted. Go on, get some rest."

For the first time tonight I smiled. "Thank you, dad."

"Love you," he said putting on his glasses and looking closer at the papers in front of him.

I scrubbed myself extra hard in the shower, and tried not to think of his blue eyes. Something was seriously wrong with that man. On my way to my bed I lifted my purse, reached in and grabbed the balled up cash. 500.00 dollars! That was more than I made at the Quickie market in a month. I made this amount in about 15 minutes. I shoved it back in my purse and tried not to think about his cock. How he made me feel. The way he touched me. The second my head hit the pillow I fell fast asleep.

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