The Secret Life of a Teenage Stripper

by XxBrown-Eyed BetaxX

Megan Spencer's father left when she was a toddler. Her mom recently recently went to Prison. To sustain herself in a studio apartment, she had to resort to the lowest thing above a prostitute; Stripping. When Amy walks out, Ricky is left a brokenhearted single father looking for a babysitter. That's when they both end up with much more than they were ever looking for. Maybe lemons

I don't own a thing!

May 25, 2014

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please clear the dance-floor. It's time for the Bride and Groom's first dance." He announces. I tuck my hair behind my ear, my face burning. I lift my dress as we make our way to the middle of the floor. "You & Me" by Jayson Belt starts to play.

His arms snake around my waist as I wrap mine around his shoulders. He pulls me flat against him and I bury my face in his shoulder as we sway.

"Are you okay? You seem pretty upset for being at your own wedding." My husband whispers, still swaying us.

"Your ex just crashed our wedding, Ricky. Of course I'm upset." I reply, "And my feet hurt." He reaches down and slides my stilettos off, lifting me to stand on his feet.

"There, now your feet won't hurt." He grins at me-causing my heart to flutter in my chest.

"Do you wish I was her?" I blurt out.

"Megan, There is no-one on earth I would rather be here with than you. I love you, not Amy Juergens." Ricky dips me down and back up.

"But...she's John's mother."

"I love Amy, but I'm in love with you. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." He smiles, leaning in and kissing me. I slide my fingers into his hair to anchor him to me until I hear a catcall. John tugs on Ricky's pant leg.

"Daddy, I wanna dance with Megan too." He pouts. I lift him up and set him on my hip. One chubby little arm wraps around my neck, the other around Ricky's. My husband laces the fingers of his left hand through mine-our rings aligning.

This is the family I've always wanted. I smile at him, leaning my head against my stepson's.

Amy stands with Ben in the corner glaring in our direction.

"Megan, you look like a princess and daddy is the prince." John compliments. I kiss his cheek.

"John, you can call her mom if you want to. I married Megan, which makes her your stepmom."

"I like Megan better. It's prettier, Daddy."

We both laugh at this and I realize just how much I love this man and his beautiful son.

"I love you, Ricky." I tell him.

"I love you." He replies, brown eyes lit up. Mine, I think as I look at Amy Juergens. Amy Boykewich, now. Gods, I hate her. But I can tolerate her for John.

I'm Megan Spencer-Underwood. I'm 18 years old, and this is my story; The Secret Life of a Teenage Stripper.