I'm In Love with A Stripper
DISCLAIMER - I DO NOT OWN THE VAMPIRE DIARIES OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS I ONLY OWN THE STORY PLOT!
I wanted to start another story which wasn't as fluffy as three simple words or as ridiculously comedic as peanut butter and jelly. This ones more exhilarating as chapters progress.
hope you all like it,
Love S xox
Chapter 1 – thrown out
There he was; Damon Salvatore, walking down the dangerous streets where he was brought up. In the beginning, life dealt him a cruel hand, his mother was a hopeless crack head who resorted to selling her body in order to fund her addiction, she was never conscious throughout his childhood, if you could call it that. Damon was made to look after himself; he had to come back to his shed of a home after school and make himself dinner with whatever little things his mother actually had in the cupboards.
His father was no where to be found. Damon asked his mother once or twice when she didn't have various men over, but he never got a reply, his mother was always so cold towards him and never really cared about what happened to him.
Finally when he turned sixteen, Damon couldn't take living with his poor excuse of a mother any more for blatant disrespect of him whilst she slept with masses of men in her room and he could hear how she downgraded and humiliated herself and her only son.
So Damon got the address to his grandmother's home, his mother never talked about her and he had only seen her in pictures that were well hidden amongst his mother's belongings. She was a woman of short stature, with stereotypical short Grey hair and a kind, warm smile.
Of course his grandmother had welcomed him with open arms and took care of him by sending the very smart boy of to one of the most well regarded colleges money could buy. His grandmother was a rich old bird who had no idea how her daughter ended up on the fast track to hell, but she did know that she had a chance to redeem herself through her only grandson, and boy was he a looker!
Now here he was, ten years later, the twenty six-year-old successful literary agent, walking the streets of memory lane, reminding himself of how he managed to pick himself up and launch himself into prosperity.
The street lights flickered and Damon felt himself shiver with apprehension as car tires made an ear piercing sound and the headlights bored into him making him temporarily blind.
Damon stood still as the car jolted to a halt and the back door opened as a body like shape hit the pavement with a thud.
Damon blinked a couple of times to make sure he could see properly as the car sped of in the direction it came.
As he made out the figure illuminated by the orange street lights he ran over to it in his expensive hand made suit.
As he neared the figure he saw that it was a girl, unconscious, in a tight red leather dress with thigh high black high-heeled boots.
She was bleeding from the wound she had sustained on her forehead and Damon noticed how beautiful she was, her light mocha skin tone and her chestnut hair colour that had subtle streaks of blonde in it which made her hair appear even silkier.
Running on adrenaline, Damon picked up the sleeping beauty in his manly arms and jogged over to his car that was parked all the way at the other end of the street.
Damon placed the young girl in the back seat of his light blue 1969 Chevy camaro convertible that he inherited from his grandmother; in fact he inherited forty-eight expensive vintage cars that his grandfather, who he hadn't the pleasure to know, had left to his wife after he died and then she passed them onto him.
The girl stirred and made a little whimpering noise that sounded so innocent despite her attire.
Damon swept the hair out of her pretty face and debated what to do. If he called the cops, she would be arrested for street walking, if he called an ambulance she would be questioned anyway and he could hardly leave her in a shelter, so he came to the conclusion to take her back to his house in upper west side Manhattan where she could rest until she felt better.
Damon got into the driver's seat and watched as the car came alive.
Looking in his rear view mirror Damon watched the pretty girl sleep and couldn't help but feel protective of her vulnerability. He remembered how he wished someone would look out for his mother, yes his mother was a lot older than this girl but he still couldn't help but feel like he had to help, like he was trying to atone for his guilt over leaving his desperate mother all those years ago to die a sad lonely death.
Once Damon reached his house, he placed the petite looking girl in a guest bedroom and took off her ridiculous boots to make her more comfortable as she fell in an even deeper slumber.
Damon looked at his statement gold watch and saw that it was just a little past one in the morning when he exited the room the girl was in to get a drink from the bar, there he sat down on a plush arm chair and drifted off to sleep.
Damon was awoken by a wailing sound nearly an hour after he succumbed to the pull of sleep.
Getting to his feet in a matter of seconds he ran towards the broken sobs and wails; it was coming from the guest room where he left the young woman to rest.
Damon placed his hand on the doorknob and entered the room, he saw the girl screaming and sobbing whilst she became tangled in the 500 thread count silk sheets that covered her.
"Calm down, Shhh, calm down." Damon stood by the bed; he spoke softly as to not spook the girl who was having a nightmare.
She kept sobbing gently and she clearly wasn't showing any signs of stopping so Damon sat down slowly on the bed, leaning back against the bed rest and patted her hair soothingly.
"Hey, its ok, don't cry, your just dreaming." Damon told her subconscious mind.
He patted her hair harder and used his other hand to move it up and down the length of her back as the beautiful girl hesitantly fluttered her damp gorgeous eyes open.
Damon was mesmerized; her beauty turned into something even more sacred as her emerald gem eyes contrasted with her caramel skin.
Bonnie looked up at Damon, he was indescribable, he was like a god with his icy blue eyes, his jet-black raven hair and his milky white complexion. He was so perfect, he was so dreamy and he was sitting on the same bed as her touching her comfortingly?
Bonnie opened her mouth to speak. "Where am I?" She sat up so that her and Damon were facing each other; her eyes darted around the room to take in her surroundings.
Her voice was faint and Damon quickly pulled his eyes from starring at her to think and answer her question.
"I found you in Harlem, you were unconscious and I bought you back here." He told the attractive young woman who stared blankly at him.
"Oh, well thank you for not calling the cops, I really appreciate that." Bonnie said getting up from the bed and smoothing down her tight leather dress.
"Yeah, I figured you didn't need any more on your plate…" Damon watched enchantedly as his eyes followed her every movement.
"Again, thank you so much." Bonnie told him as she walked over to the door after she had slipped her boots on.
"Are you leaving?" Damon asked unaware that he sounded quite upset.
"Yeah, I am, I don't want this to be awkward but I need to leave right now." Bonnie said as she turned around to face the beautiful man.
"You need to leave?" Damon chuckled.
"That's my exact words, nice to know you're not deaf." Bonnie said, quickly becoming irritated that the handsome stranger laughed at her.
"Hey, calm down little one, you could do yourself even more damage." Damon raised his head so that they were both staring at one another.
"Ok, well I will keep that in mind." Bonnie walked into the hallway, she knew, that he knew, that she was a hooker, he wasn't dumb, he found her in that part of Harlem, unconscious and dressed in a hoochie mama dress, of course he knew.
Not wanting to humiliate herself further, Bonnie tried to hurry to the front door down the brightly-lit hallway. This man obviously wanted something; he lived in this massive house with all the trimmings that was situated in the best place in town, he didn't seem like the type to help strangers. He definitely wanted something.
As Bonnie looked for the front door she heard footsteps behind her and readied herself to be manhandled like all the other 'clients' touched her. But no, he just spoke.
"You hit your head pretty bad, I think I should clean that up before you leave." Damon stood behind her now and watched as her shoulders rose with nerves.
Bonnie turned around to face him.
"Why do you want to help me? Is there something you want?" She questioned defensively.
Damon was taken aback because he had never had someone talk to him like that since his mother was alive.
"I just saw you in trouble, but as far as if there is something I want; no, no ulterior motive here, I just thought you might like to clean that up so you don't get an infection." Damon gestured to the massive deep gash above her left eyebrow.
"Oh, well I guess that makes sense, sorry for how rude I was back there." Bonnie apologized as Damon shifted her into the modern fully stocked kitchen that bounced light of off every surface available.
"It's ok, really, I understand. If I had woken up in a mysterious bed with an even more mysterious stranger stroking me I would be pretty defensive too." Damon tried to make her feel better by joking around and got a small smile out of Bonnie.
Bonnie sat down on the red breakfast stool that matched her dress and Damon pulled the first aid box out from the drawer below the counter.
"Wow, I don't see that very often." Bonnie raised her brow as Damon placed the box on the counter that she was sitting at.
"You don't see what very often?" Damon asked as he wet the white cloth and gently dabbed it over her cut as she hissed in pain.
"A man who knows where the first aid box is and how to use it." Bonnie watched him as he applied some dressing to the cut, he was just so bloody hot, he was concentrating quite hard on getting it perfect and his look of concentration was so damn sexy.
Damon could feel her mossy eyes on him and felt the need to blush, but he wouldn't.
"Well my grandmother taught me well, she raised a true gentleman." Damon told her.
"Blowing your own horn? Some may say the sound isn't very nice." Bonnie sassed as Damon pulled back to admire his work.
"But the majority find it very melodic." Damon put his hands on his hips and met Bonnie's amused eyes.
"Well I guess I'm in the minority then." Bonnie spoke and stood up; Damon didn't move which meant she was pressed against him tightly.
"Didn't your grandmother tell you not to invade a persons space? That's considered very rude." Bonnie joked as her breath caught in her throat, he smelled delicious.
"Well I guess I will keep that in mind." Damon threw the words she had used previously back at her.
"You do that." She moved around him and walked to the front door.
Damon turned and followed her.
"Its past two in the morning, I cant let you leave like this, your sleep deprived and you probably have a concussion, why don't you stay in the guest bedroom for tonight?" Damon held out his hand for emphasis.
Bonnie pondered over what Damon said. Damn it, he was right, she felt that slight dizziness and she wouldn't get a taxi at this part of the night with no money on her, what was she going to do, walk out of this apartment and into this prestigious neighbourhood dressed like this in the dead of night? No she was asking for trouble, well more trouble considering how her night had panned out.
She sighed and nodded her head slowly.
"Ok, I guess it couldn't hurt to be safe." She told him as he led her back to the guest room.
"I'm considerably bigger than you in size but I have a pair of tracksuit bottoms with an adjustable draw string and a T-shirt if you're interested?" Damon said looking at Bonnie with considerate eyes.
"That would be lovely, thank you." She agreed and he nodded and left to walk to his room.
Bonnie kicked of her boots and sat down on the bed when Damon returned seconds later with a pair of black Henley's tracksuit bottoms and a matching grey Henley's T-shirt.
He handed her the clothes and she smiled at him, a warm, honest smile, because she was truly grateful that she wouldn't have to be seen in this dreadful attire in this neighbourhood, it was way to posh, everybody would be scandalized.
"Thank you." She said as she felt the soft fabric beneath her delicate fingers, it was such a contrast to the uncomfortable slick stiff leather she had on.
"You need to stop thanking me!" Damon told her, he noticed how after everything he did she thanked him, like he was the only person that ever helped her.
"Sorry, I just am really thankful that your helping me out, not many people would have." Bonnie told him.
Damon nodded solemnly. "Well I think we have established that I'm not many people."
Bonnie smiled. "Could you unzip this thing? I can't reach it, my arm is so sore." Bonnie pointed to her zip on the back of her dress, when she fell onto the pavement she had landed on the side and she figured it was probably going to be black and blue in the morning.
Bonnie turned around and Damon stood staring at her back, after a moment he reached out and slowly swept her hair to the side.
With his right hand he tugged the long zipper but kept his eyes on the face of the stunning girl.
"All done." Damon told her. It wasn't the first time he had unzipped a woman out of her clothes by any means, but it felt different this time.
Bonnie turned around and clutched the dress to her chest for it not to fall down and reveal her breasts. "Thank you."
"What is it with you and thanking me?" Damon laughed as their eyes met.
"What do you want me to say? You helped me out and if you're so much as a gentleman that you claim to be then you should know the response to when someone says thank you." It was Bonnie's turn to put her hands on her hips.
Damon watched as the little madam showed her feisty attitude through her pose. He watched the way her curvy hips moved against the red fabric of the dress and felt his body get hard in an instant.
"Your welcome. But as you said, yes I do claim to be well brought up in the manners department and as weird as that may sound in a society today, I pride myself on good behaviour. I can try to be good although I take after my grandmother so there is a very slim chance that this good behaviour will last long. Although there is no definition to weird because what I think is weird may be what you think is normal, therefore weird does not have an infinite meaning and so consequently 'weird' is not the correct terminology to use." Damon rambled on all while making a very valid point that left Bonnie's jaw hitting the floor.
"Where did that come from?" Bonnie asked still a bit freaked out at Damon's rant.
"Well you know what they say… if you can't convince them, confuse them."
"Well you certainly did that."
They stood there, just staring at each other with those stupid smiles on their faces when Bonnie realized what was happening or rather what was not happening she averted her eyes and cleared her throat.
Damon did the same. "Well I should let you get some rest. Good night." He told her as she smiled sheepishly at him and walked out of the guest room and shut the door carefully to give her some privacy.
"Good night." Bonnie called through the door.
Bonnie smiled, but soon the smile fell from her face as she remembered how she had gotten here; three weeks ago she was on her way home from school when she saw Elijah at her door. Her steps faltered; maybe she could just turn back now without him seeing her.
"Well, Miss Bennett, you return home." Too late he had already spotted her.
Bonnie sucked in a breath as her hands trembled slightly with his words as he walked up to her.
"Going out of your way to avoid me I see, coming home an hour earlier and leaving much later?" Elijah hissed in her ear.
"No, of course not, I just have-" Bonnie said nervously as she was interrupted by the dominant controlling Englishman.
"Spare me your pathetic excuse's dear, I'm here to collect what's mine." Elijah said towering over her petite frame and not looking at her, but looking past her.
"And collect you will, but not right now, I need more time I promise I will reimburse you every penny!" Bonnie told him sternly, she was afraid of him but she wouldn't dare show it.
"Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie, what have I told you? I give everyone a chance, but second chances only come to those who deserve it. You do not deserve it, but since I am a man of honor I will grant you an extra hour to come up with my $10,000. If I return and you are empty handed, you will be mine for as long as your debt is paid of. Is that clear?" Elijah bellowed down to her in a harsh tone.
"You mean be one of your whores? Elijah I cant I'm still a…" Bonnie trailed of, she wouldn't admit to being a virgin, but she had to try to get herself out of this mess.
"Well Bonnie, I suggest you find me my money or a middle aged man with bad breath will have your V-card. Oh and sweetheart? Learn how to use a pole, Something tells me your quite the dancer." He was a cruel man who made his presence known; Bonnie was a virgin who had to whore herself out and dance in that disgusting club of his in order to pay of the debt she owed the pimp with an astonishing interest.
A single tear slid down her heart shaped face as she remembered that very scene, she was a seventeen year old stripper that dabbled in prostitution who had no further prospects after the summer was over because she couldn't afford to go to college.
Her parents were dead, Bonnie grew up in a string of foster homes with foster 'parents' who didn't really give one shit about her. She moved to new homes at an average of every three months until she was sixteen when she applied for student living in which she acquired a one bedroom apartment which she could happily call her own, yes it was in a very risky part of Harlem and the crime rate was sky high but Bonnie was always a fearless child, she protected herself and never relied on anyone, ever. Period.
Deciding to change into the sweats and T-shirt the man had given her Bonnie realized she didn't even know his name and yet here she was wearing his clothes… Shit! How was that for rude?
Sliding down the red leather Bonnie pulled the oversized T-shirt onto her body instantly feeling lost in the material.
Once she had changed, Bonnie climbed back into the soft bed and laid her over filled head on the memory foam pillow, drifting of to sleep for the second time tonight.
Damon on the other hand was wide-awake, unable to even shut his eyes, his thoughts never leaving the young girl in the other bedroom.
Pushing himself of off his king size black leather chesterfield bed, he switched on his lampshade and walked over to his industrial sized windows watching the busy New Yorkers and their never ending life.
This was the city that never sleeps after all.
Damon was thinking, he was wondering how a sweet, beautiful looking young girl got tangled in that kind of life.
He was no idiot, he could see that she was a hooker, although she didn't seem like she had been in the game long, she seemed too unspoiled, too naïve despite her hard core exterior.
She wasn't doing this of her own accord, something told him that she was being manipulated or pressured, he could be wrong, but Damon Salvatore was never wrong.
Hearing the honking of the busy traffic and watching the illuminous yellow of the taxis filling his view, Damon realized he didn't even ask her what her name was. Well that certainly contradicted his earlier statement of being raised with impeccable manners.
His sudden curiosity lead him to walk over to his door, but remembering that the young girl was probably resting terminated his movements.
It could wait for tomorrow, in the mean time he would place imaginary bets on which letter her name could begin with, maybe a K? No, it was definitely a more defined name, one that meant beautiful or beloved, 'hmm beautiful and beloved, perhaps a B?' Damon nodded with his mouth half upturned in a satisfied shrug, he would find out soon enough.
Damon grabbed his cell phone from the night stand and began rummaging through his missed calls and messages from various people.
Finally feeling like he should give sleep a go, Damon plugged his Iphone into the charger and jumped back into his bed, as his head hit the pillow Damon's thoughts wondered back to the beauty in his guest bedroom and he couldn't help but try to piece her life together and wonder about who she was, everything about the girl intrigued him.
The soft rays of the sun hit Bonnie's emerald orbs, her eyes squinting around the room as they caught the clock.
"8:28am! Shit!" Bonnie moaned as she heaved her aching body of off the mattress that was all too comfortable.
Remembering all the details from the night before, Bonnie sighed, she would just put on her socks and fold up her dress and creep out before the gorgeous Greek god of a man caught her.
Yes, that was a perfect plan! All she had to do was walk around the block and hail a taxi, even though she didn't have any money on her she would just pay them once she made it to her apartment.
Deciding on this plan of action Bonnie walked over to the white dresser and as she looked into the mirror of the dresser she realized she wanted to wash her face because she looked tired.
Picking up her dress and boots before snooping around, she saw two white doors opposite the bed. Bonnie pushed the left door open, marvelling at the two meter squared walk in wardrobe fully furnished with rails lining each wall, shelves at the top to preferably store bags and purses, racks on the ground for shoes and storage compartments for various bits and bobs.
After snapping out of the daze she had been in, Bonnie closed the door gently to not make a noise and moved slightly to the right to open the next door where she had to keep her eyes from bulging out of their sockets.
To say she was incredibly amazed at the en suite would be a major downplay because she was left dumbfounded, it was a massive bathroom, her whole front room and kitchen would fit in here!
Everything was white and gold, there was a big Jacuzzi bath in the right corner, and opposite the bath was a beautifully crafted gold marble washbowl basin, which also sat next to a white sinoe toilet, that looked like it had never been used.
Bonnie walked into the bathroom immediately being hit by bright light coming from the enormous floor to ceiling window that surrounded the bath.
There were white cabinets and a mirror above the basin in which Bonnie looked at her reflection again before turning on the faucet and splashing cold bubbly water on her flawless face.
Pulling a paper towel out of the dispenser, Bonnie dried her face before placing the used paper towel in the white pedal bin.
Reaching out for her dress and boots that was placed on the chair which was neatly tucked under the gold vanity table in the bathroom, Bonnie then made her way out and again, gently shutting the door before doing a quick glance of the room and exiting though the door to the hallway.
Bonnie followed the hallway until she found the front door in which she turned back around and gave a sorrowful smile before leaving.
Damon was still asleep until he heard the slight bang of the front door, to which his eyes snapped open and he understood what that meant, she had left, she had left and now he may never see her again, he will never find out her name.
Damon got up and walked to the guest bedroom, glancing in, the bed was done and it appeared that she hadn't touched a thing, it was unlike a girl to not snoop around. Under further scrutinisation, Damon saw that she had in fact gone into the bathroom and the wardrobe because the room didn't seem as untouched as he previously thought.
Damon walked into the hallway and opened his front door, the street was busy for a private street nearing nine in the morning on a Thursday, as he looked left and right through the busy crowds he didn't manage to spot the little departer.
A feeling of disappointment coming over him as he thought about the vulnerable young girl going back to a life of misery and regret.
He felt disappointed for two reasons. One, he felt a need to protect her, for what reason he didn't know and the fact that she didn't even say goodbye stung a little. And two, he really loved that T-shirt, it was one of his favourites and now he probably wont ever lay eyes on it again.
Looking up to the heavens, Damon inhaled and closed his eyes, letting the warm summer sun kiss his face.
Glancing down the street once more he stepped over the threshold of his house as he closed the door behind him, a feeling of emptiness and discontentment welling up inside of him. It looks like he wasn't going to get the chance to help this girl...
So Bonnie's playing a more innocent damsel in distress role however she's not going to let a man have the upper hand... Watch out for your feelings Damon...
Love S xox