Disclaimer: I own, nor know, nobody you recognize in this story. This is just a whole wrapped, made up, scenario I came up with in my head.

Author's Note: Alright guys, here's the new story I've been talking about in the A/N's of USFHP! Hopefully you all like it. Just a quick warning, it's gonna be a little edgy right from the start. Anyway, feel free to let me know what you all think! :)

Prologue

Chasity Nicole Gains stood before the vanity in her bathroom, applying her last bit of makeup. It was two-thirty and she had an hour to get to work. Normally she wouldn't have to go in until five PM, sometimes later, depending on her schedule, but her boss had called her and demanded she be in early today. His tone told her he wasn't kidding, and she was afraid if she was even a couple minutes late she may get fired. She couldn't afford to lose her job, so after hanging up her phone, she quickly jumped in the shower and started getting ready to go to work.

She made sure she locked up her apartment before walking down the Vegas strip to the strip club she was currently employed at. Living and working on the strip was not exactly ideal, but it was the best she could do right now. The landlord of her apartment was the only one willing to give her a break and take a 'pay cut' in rent so she could afford to live in the area. She also hated her job, but it was the only one available when she was job searching.

Entering the establishment she worked in, Chasity self-consciously pulled her short skirt down a little further on her thighs. She took one last deep breath before heading toward her boss's office. She waved at her best friend, who was tending to the bar. She gave her a confused look as she glanced at her watch and mouthed 'What are you doing here?' Chasity just shrugged before she disappeared down the hallway into the darker confines of the building, out of her friend's sight. She quickly found her boss's office and knocked on the door. "Come in," was the deep reply from the opposing side of the door.

Upon turning the knob and pushing the door open, she saw a scene she wasn't expecting. In the room with Mr. Smith, her boss, were two big, burly men she had never seen in, or around, the club before. They were much bigger than her. She stood at just over five feet; they stood at least a whole head above her and held the most intimidating glares on their faces. "Ahh, Ms. Gains, just the girl I was waiting for. Come in, come in. Have a seat," he said, pointing to a chair on the opposing side of his desk. Chasity sat down nervously in the seat he had pointed her to. "I'm sure you recognize Mr. Johnson and Mr. Stevens from around the club, right?" Chasity shook her head.

"No, I'm sorry. I can't say that I do." Mr. Smith chuckled.

"Well, after tonight, you'll have no problem recognizing them. They've been watching you for awhile, and they've requested a private show. I suspect you'll have no problem doing that, right?" Chasity shrugged.

"No, no problem. I'll take them to the private room and get to work, I guess." She stood up ready to lead the two patrons to the private room, but Mr. Smith stopped her one last time before she completely exited the office.

"Oh and, Ms. Gains, I expect they'll get whatever they request. Understood?" Chasity nodded and led the two out of the office to the private room.

As they entered Chasity flipped on the light and set up all the random props around the room that she could possibly need for this show. She hated these private shows, but it was part of her job, so she had to suck it up and perform. "Okay, so what show do you guys..." Chasity trailed off as she turned around. The sight before her left her speechless. Both guys had stripped out of their shirts and shorts and stood before her in nothing but their boxers.

Upon further observation of both guys she noticed both guys are bulky; without an ounce of muscle on their bodies. All the bulk was fat. She had no idea which one was Mr. Johnson and which one was Mr. Stevens, she only knew one guy had bleach blonde hair, with ghost white skin; the other had dark black hair and olive skin. They were complete opposites.

Chasity couldn't say, or do anything. She was in complete shock, her boss's words ringing through her brain: 'They get whatever they request. Understood?' The darker of the two men took a few steps toward her. Out of instinct, she stepped back away from him until she bumped into the wall behind her and couldn't step back any further. The guy gave her a gut churning grin as he wrapped an arm around her thin waist. "Where ya' goin', pretty mama" Chasity was repulsed by the nickname, but she bit her tongue from giving a snide response, once again, her boss's final words ringing in her head.

She felt the guy pull her off the wall as he turned her so that she had her back to the other man. Hooking his finger under her chin he locked his lips with hers as the other man ran his hands up and down her arms.

The entire thing happened so quickly she had no idea when she had lost all her clothes, but she had. Now she stood between both men, each one caressing a different part of her body and for some messed up reason her body was actually responding. She hated it. She disliked everything about being stuck in the midst of a three-some.

This job was not what she had pictured her adult life would be when she was growing up, and neither was the outcome that would come. Her entire life was currently, clearly totally screwed up, and she had never imagined it would take just one old friend, who she hadn't seen since high school, to fix it.