Life has never been a bowl of cherries for me. For starters I was the child of a pill addicted stripper and a man that was more of a monster than he was a father. I was 8 the first time he touched me and it went on for another eight years. The abuse only stopped when my brother Phoenix caught him touching me and put two bullets in his chest Now he is prison for five years because of me. I will never forgive myself for that. Not to long after that my mother was diagnosed with stage IV breast cancer. With my mother sick my "father" dead and my brother in jail for killing him I had little choice but to become the thing that I hated the most; a stripper just like my mother. Being

Every time I get up on stage a little part of me dies on the inside. But hay the money is good and no one was allowed to touch me. Having old perverts ogle me was a small price to pay for as much as five grand a night. The club I "work" at is called Skin. For the past few weeks there has been this strange older balding guy with dark hair. He is here every night I and he seems a little off but I kind of like it. He is always flying colors for the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. I have heard of them being form the town of Stockton that's not even thirty minutes outside of Charming their exploits are well known.

Most of the girls are afraid of the guys flying the colors but I am not. For one the most they cold do is get handsy before the bouncers would get a hold of them. For two I wouldn't even let it get that far. A swift kick in the balls would take care of the problem faster. Maybe that's why I am always requested by him for a private dance every time he is in. I mean the motherfucker is a strange one but he has the cash and that's all I want even if I do have to pretend he is god damn Channing Tatum.

"Man why do I get all the fucking weirdos?" I said with the roll of my Icy blue eyes. Looking over at my friend Skye with a playful expression on my face We were getting ready for the night to begin in the back room of Skin She has become like the sister I have never had. I don't know what I would do if I lost her.

"Maybe it's because you are also a weirdo?" She quipped back at me.

"Why am I weirdo any ways? Is someone jealous because she is a member of the itty bitty titty community?" I answered back with a mock biting tone. Playfully pushing her shoulder.

"Fuck you cuntface." She answered back She was getting ready to take the stage for her dance. Hers was always right before mine.

:"Your just mad because it's true Skye." I said as she rounded the door way to the stage .

I sighed as I slid the robe from my shoulders. Taking a quick glance in the mirror I sighed. Dressed in a simple white lace bra and matching thong. I put on a short little jacket with fringe and tied it up so my navel piercing was showing and slipped on a matching cowboy hat along with the classic clear heels. I could hear the end of Skye's song and took in a deep breath pushing my full breasts out just a bit as I rounded the corner between the dressing room and stage. As soon as I walked past the tapestry that separated the dressing room and the stage I plaster on my most seductive look. I see Skye bent over topless as she picks the dollars she earned as tips off of the floor. "Welcome to the stage the lovely Laci Lawless gntleman." The emcee calls out I take the stage

The beginning beats of Pony by Ginuwine play as I wrap my hand around the pole and slowly begin to twist my body around it. I rock my hips slowly to the beat untie the jacket all the while. I then let go of the pole and make my way to the front of the stage I give the man I recognize a grin as I drop my ass low. My hands working my bra off slowly as I continue to rock my hips Dropping to the floor of the stage I crawl over to the guy in the MC Kutt. He dangles a one hundred dollar bill from his teeth. I wink as I pull it out of his teeth using my own. I give him a wink as I settle on my knees in front of him pushing my tits in his face. I make him feel like a king for a few seconds. The song is getting close to the end as I make my way to the the other end of the stage I give the guy one final wink as I pick up the pieces of my costume. I head back to the dressing room smiling a shit eating grin as I glance down at the Benjamin in my hand.

"That motherfucker may be a strange one but he is generous." I say aloud to no one. The rest of the night passes quickly and I dance two more times each time the dude with the dark hair gives me a crisp one hounded dollar bill. I have no idea why he wants me so bad he looks like he could be my father and to be honest it kind of creeps me out but the fucker is loaded so I try not to give a shit.

2:00 am comes and the club begins to close down. I get dressed in my street clothes and look for Skye she was supposed to give me a ride home tonight but she's no where to be found and the night is cold as fuck for the middle of October. I step into out into the night. I see the dark harried guy setting outside the club on his Harley. I know I should be wary but again it's cold a shit out tonight. "Are you stalking me or something man?" I say as I stand next to the custom bike pulling my jacket to me to keep the cold out. "I saw almost everyone leave and thought you could use a ride. Stockton isn't the place for a girl as sexy as yourself to be walking out here alone." The guy said with a strange grin on his face.

"So I am supposed to take a ride on the back of the bike of some guy whose name I don't know?" I say with my usual sarcastic tone that I reserve for the males of the species

"My name's Alexander Trager but every one calls me Tig or Tiggy. Now you know my name. Would you like a ride home?" He said still determined to take me home. Normally I wold have said no because this guy stuck me as the type to maybe kill me but it was cold and I didn't want to freeze my as off.

"Sure I will take a ride as long as you promise not to kill me and fuck my corpse." I said as I swung my legs over each side of his Harley gripping around his waist...

A/N the characters you recognize are not mine but Kurt's Storyline and original characters are mine though don't steal. Also sorry that Tiggy may be a little ooc but I am not the genius that created loveable nut job. Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors I haven't got a beta so if anyone would like to help me with that pm me. Thanks to my sister for the encouragement to start my first fic in a long time. 3