Author's Note: Okay, so here is my new story that I' am doing per request! I haven't been able to write much for it so I figured if I wrote the first chapter I'd be more willing to write the next chapter. Anyway, I hope you like it and if you do, review (: But, don't worry I'm still working on my other story about Millie. I can't give up on her yet!

October of 2009

"Come on sweetie, do another dance for us!" The burly older man shouted at me and then chucked a twenty dollar bill at my feet. I fell to the ground and shoved the money in my bra giving him a sexy smirk. The man was absolutely disgusting with thinning gray hair and yellow teeth. He smelt like a mix of aftershave and beer. His three friends were not any better.

I hated to disappoint him but my shift was ending in less then minutes and then Holly would be taking my spot. The man just gave me twenty dollars for nothing. But, I might as well give him a little ending show so I stood up and began walking away toward the back. I blew him a kiss and bent down to touch my toes. The men hollered and shouted for me to come back toward them. I glanced at the clock on the wall. One o'clock. My time was done on the stage. I walked backwards, allowing the men a last few glances before I disappeared into the back and toward the dressing room.

Holly passed me on the way and I informed her that there was four men begging for a good dance and they tipped well. Holly was a good dancer and I knew she could give them what they wanted.

In the dressing room I changed my clothes to jeans and a t-shirt and threw my hair up in a bun. When I was satisfied with the way I looked I grabbed my bags and purse and headed out of there. As I pushed my way through the bar I could see Holly and a few other dancers on stage but the four men that loved my performance were no where in sight.

I went to the head boss's office and got my pay check for the week and headed out. It was almost October and soon enough I would have to break out the winter coats. I waved to the security guard whose name was Danny and went on my way. I walked up to my silver Honda and popped the trunk, throwing my bags in the back.

It happened so quickly that I barely had time to react.

"You owe us a dance," the voice stated. I could pick out that voice anywhere.

He threw me to the ground and I looked up at him. Ah, I was right. It was the four men from the bar and I wondered how I was going to get out of this one. Danny was close enough and I could just scream for his name...

The one with yellow teeth threw himself on me and tried to shove his tongue down my throat while the others attempted to take my jeans off. I was thrashing and clawing and yet screaming at the top of my lungs. I was tired and the man was so heavy.

"Hey! Hey! Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops," Danny shouted and I could hear the sound of feet running on the pavement. A lot of feet.

Yellow teeth rolled off me, smirked, and then ran off into the distant. I was so flushed and scared that I didn't get up. Another security guard named Ronnie was next to me and held my hand.

"Jordyn, are you okay? Can you hear me? Would you like us to call for an ambulance?"

"No," I muttered and sat up. "No ambulance, I'm fine."

Danny was gripping the shirt of one of yellow teeth's friend and said, "If you four ever come around here again I will personally kill all your asses. You don't mess with the ladies, ever."

He pushed him. "Now get out of here before I fucking knock your teeth out."

He went running and I was left with Danny and Ronnie. They made me drink some water and asked if I was okay to go home. I was, I didn't want to make a big deal out of nothing. It wasn't the first time that a man had tried to rape me. In my job everything is a surprise that is for sure.

"You get home safely Miss. Taylor," Danny said as he made sure I was in my car and safe.

"Thank you both, I'm glad you were around."

"Like I said before, gotta protect the ladies," he replied.

I smiled slightly and pulled out of there. It was time to go home and take a shower and maybe another one after that. I always felt icky after my shift and no matter what I did I could never get the smell of beer, money, and men off of me. Tonight would be much harder I knew that much was true and even after my two showers I'd still feel like scum.

But...I hoped and prayed that better days were near. They had to be near, they just had to be. If things were to work out with my uncle I would be gone faster then lightening. I would officially be done with this hell-hole of a job. I would make something of myself. I would be much better and stronger then I am as a stripper. I would have a life and dreams. And maybe, just maybe, find love.