Author's note: This was a random, spur of the moment story. I really like were this is going, and I've edited, scrapped and rewrote just this peace at least a million times. I hope it's as good as everyone keeps telling me. I know, I suck at writing like a writer, but the idea is still there. Reviews would be lovely.
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Perverts and Pedophiles
I sighed, pulling on my thigh highs. Another night, another round of dirty old men.
"Ten minutes." Rose whispered into my ear.
"Okay." I stood, adjusting my top, and heading towards the closed curtains. Taking a deep breath, and holding it as I waited for Robbie to announce me, placing a smile on my face.
"Here she is, gentlemen. The lady you've all been waiting on. The new Lolly!" He announced, starting to play the song Cherry Pie by Warant. I walked as carefully as I could out to the pole, grabbing it. Leg around the pole. I reminded myself, trying to remember Candy's instructions. Swing around, climb pole. I can't believe I'm doing this. I guess if the money is as good as they say it is, it'll be worth it. It'd better be. After all this training, the bruises, everything, the money better be damned good. I repressed a sigh, feeling like a complete idiot as I crawled across the stage. Ew. Is he pointing at me? Crap. Yes, yes he is. He looks old enough to be my grandfather, for fucks sake! I attempted to walk sexily across the stage towards him, probably making a fool of myself, and got on my knees, trying to mimic Candy's moves from across the room.
"Woah Momma! You're fine!" He declared, sticking a five in my thong. I smiled, trying not to gag, as he went into a coughing fit. Disgusting old pervert. I wonder what he'd say, hell, what any of them would say if they knew my real age. Maybe that's why he hired me. He must have known I wasn't legal. I was pondering as I unbuttoned my top, throwing it backstage, when I heard a loud cough then a loud thump. I spun around to see what the commotion was, only to find a crowd of people. Should I stop and offer to help? Or should I just continue on? I bit my lip. Better just keep going. It looks like they've got it under control. I plastered a new smile on my face, working my way up and down the pole.
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I was walking out of the back, headed towards the bar, when I heard someone calling out to me.
"Hey, Lolly!" I turned towards the voice, which was in a dark corner. What could they want? Oh please, please, PLEASE tell me they don't want a lap dance! I don't think I could do it. I shuddered as the memories of me trying to give a lap dance to Candy – and failing miserably.
"Yes?" I asked, trying to sound seductive.
"We'd like a lap dance for our friend here." A young guy, who looked barely legal said, nudging the guy beside him. Crap. How did I know that? Shit.
"Okay.." I hesitated, trying to remember what Candy told me to do when a guy asks for a lap dance. "Do you have a preference in mind? Or do you just want any girl?"
"No, not real-" he started to say, but his friend interrupted.
"I want her." He pointed to a small pixie girl across the room. God, she was tiny. She didn't even look old enough to drive, let alone strip.
"I'll send her your way." God this outfit is killing me. "Is there anything else I can get for you guys?" I tacked on, remembering to be polite.
"No, thanks."
I nodded. "Okay. She'll be over with you guys in a moment." Good. I didn't want to help you out either, I thought, heading towards the bar, where there was a pretty looking mixed girl. She was a big girl, which just shows how much I know about strip clubs. I thought they only had skinny girls in them. I slipped behind the bar, beside her.
"How do you stand this?" I whispered, grabbing a free apron and wrapping it around me.
She laughed. "It takes a while to get used to, but once you do, it's a simple as breathing." She handed a glass full of some dark liquid to a young boy sitting at the bar. "That'll be 6.50" He pulled out his wallet, handing her a twenty.
"Keep the change, pretty lady." He winked, walking away.
"Thanks." She smiled, pushing it into her bra. "Tips are good, as long as you're flirty and nice."
I nodded, walking up to an older man sitting there. "What can I get you?" I smiled, fluttering my eyelashes.
"Just a Miller."
"Okay." I grabbed a beer mug, and tried to remember what Candy taught me – tilt glass, pouring on side. Keeps fizz down. I smiled to myself as I filled his glass up. I did it. "That'll be three dollars, please." I smiled. He pulled out a five, handing it to me. I was about to give him his change.
"Keep it, baby." He smiled, taking a drink.
"Thank you." I smiled, pushing it into my apron.
"So I heard you almost gave that old man a heart attack." The bartender laughed.
"I did?" I squeaked, looking at her. Was that what the commotion was about?
"Yeah. He just fell out of his chair in a coughing fit. Said you were the hottest thing." She laughed harder. I just giggled, shaking my head. At least that meant I was doing something right.
"My name's Kirsten, by the way." She smiled.
"I'm Marie."
"Nice to meet you. Glad to see some new faces in here. The guys were starting to get bored of all the same faces."
"I'm not the only new person here?" I asked, looking around for another new, unfamiliar face.
"Yeah. Angela's new as well." She nodded to a tall girl who seemed to be struggling with her heels. Good thing I was used to them. I don't think I could do this without being able to walk.
"Can I get a jack on the rocks?" a new voice asked, making me jump.
"Su-sure." I grabbed a glass, not bothering to look up.
"Other glass, hun." Kirsten whispered, walking by me.
"Thanks." I whispered back, grabbing the other one. I filled it with ice with one hand, and grabbed the jack bottle with the other. I remembered faintly something Candy said about spinning the bottle, but quickly decided against it. Knowing my luck, I'd drop it. I can't afford to risk something like that. The rent's due tomorrow. "Here you go." I smiled at him, putting the glass on the counter. I looked into his eyes, which was a bad thing to do. I let go of the bottle, and didn't even realize it til I heard the crash of the glass against the floor. "Shit." I whispered, bending down to pick it up.
"Cullen! One more fuck up and you're out of here!" Mr. King, who appeared suddenly at the bar, roared at me.
"Sorry sir. I'll pay for it." I mumbled, knowing I would have too, even without my suggestion. Mother fucking ass wipe. Why don't you ever work? Why must you bark orders at us all the time? Why don't you get off your lazy ass once and a while?!
"You'd bet you will."
"Of course." I mumbled, throwing out the glass. What the fuck? I thought as I stood up. That ass walked off without paying for his drink! Fuck. That's another five out of my pay check! If it keeps going this way, I'll owe the bastard money. Fuck. I sighed, wiping down the bar.
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I was wiping down tables before leaving with the young pixie brunette, one of the shitty jobs required by asshole.
"How much do you think you made tonight?" The petite brunette asked, trying to make conversation. "My name's Mary, by the way."
"I'm Marie. And, I hope at least three hundred. Rents due." I sighed, putting up the chairs to the table. "You?"
"About five hundred, probably." She grinned. "That group of guys that wanted the lap dance gave me like, two fifty."
"Wow. Really?" I asked, shocked. Damn. She must be good.
"Yeah. I was surprised too." She laughed.
"Let's go ladies. Closing time." The body guard, who I think was named Steve, called over to us.
"Well, I guess they're kicking us out. Wanna go get a drink or something?" She smiled up at me as we walked out the door.
"Thanks, but I've got to get home. I've got work in 4 hours." I sighed, frowning.
"How do you manage to do that every day?"
"Well, it's actually my first day doing so, but I think I can manage." I smiled. "Lots and lots of coffee." I laughed.
"Well, good luck." She started walking to her car. "Oh and Marie?" She called, making me turn around.
"Yeah?" I asked, shivering. Damn. When did it get this cold? I guess it's time for a new coat. Great. That's another two hundred. I sighed. At this rate, I'm going to need two jobs.
"Be careful. There are some real crazy people out at this time of night." She paused at her car.
"I will. Thanks." I smiled, jogging to the bus stop. Great. I thought, looking at my watch. Another thirty minutes before the bus got here. I'm going to be late. Again. Shit. Oh well. I think I'll do good here. The people seemed nice enough, at least. I sat down on the cold bench.
"Do you want a ride?" Someone called out. I turned. It was Mary.
"Um, no thanks. I'm just gonna wait for the bus." I smiled, looking wistfully at her Eclipse. Not even running, it looked warm.
"Come on. Where are you headed?" She smiled, waving me over.
"41st and Aspen." I paused at the passenger door.
Her laughter surprised me. "Get in. I'm going by there. My brother lives over there." She smiled, leaning over to unlock my door. A warm blast of heat hit me as I swung it open. I glanced back at the bench. I don't know her too well but she seemed nice enough. But, how was I to know she wasn't like, an undercover cop or something? Might as well take the chance. I couldn't afford to be late again. I was about to say thanks when I heard a soft melody playing. I recognized it instantly.
"Beethoven?" I looked towards her.
She nodded. "I only know a few classical, but he's my favorite."
"Mine too." I smiled, and pulled out the wad of cash in my pocket, starting to count it. Wow. There was eight hundred there.
Her laugh caught me off guard. "I know that look. It's the face I made the first time I counted my tips. How much did you make?"
"About eight hundred." I breathed, pushing all but twenty of it into my wallet. "Here." I tried handing it to her.
"I don't want your money." She said, refusing to take it. "I'm going right by there. I don't mind dropping you off. Besides, it's too late and cold to be hanging out in the dark by yourself." She shook her head. I sighed, pushing it back into my purse. We sat in silence for a while, lost in our own thoughts.
"Why do you do it?" I asked, after a while.
She shrugged. "It's good money. Plus, I have a lot of fun doing it. Why do you do it?"
I bit my lip, hesitant on whether or not tell the truth.
"You don't have to say if you don't want too." She added quietly.
"It's fine. I was just thinking that myself. I don't know. I guess because it was the only place I put in an application that would accept me." We sat in an uncomfortable silence the rest of the way.
"We're here." She announced quietly, pulling me from my thoughts as we pulled up to my apartment building.
"Thanks again for the ride." I said again, climbing out of the car.
"No problem." She called as I closed the door. She seems nice. At least she wasn't too noisy like a lot of people are. I squinted into the rising sun light as I got to my front door. I heard the car rumble away as I opened the front door. I sighed, and started towards the stairs. Today was going to be long. That much I could already tell.
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I was dreaming of a soft touch, a smile, when a sudden loud buzzing sound interrupted it. I moaned, opening my eyes to an almost empty class room.
"Good morning, Miss Cullen." Mrs. McDougal said, smirking at me.
"Sorry, Mrs. McDougal." I sighed, standing and heading towards the door. I was heading towards my next class when I locked eyes with a senior guy, a fellow classmate. Shock spread across his face as he recognized me from last night. I blushed a deep red, ducking my head and hoping to disappear. I sighed in relief as I got to my last hour of the day, glad to have somehow avoided the boy. I was mindlessly doodling when someone at the front of the room cleared their throat. I ignored it, continuing to doodle.
"Attention students. Mr. Brussells is out of town on emergency family business, so I will be your substitute until he returns." I smiled. Good. Mr. Brussells was an ass. "My name is Mr. Mackey. I have a note here from Mr. Brussells that you are to work out of your work books today. Pages six through eight. I don't care if you us your iPods, or anything. Just keep it to a low roar." He laughed at his joke, then cleared his throat again when he realized no one else was laughing. "You may begin." I looked up finally, and gasped. It was the jerk from the club who didn't pay for his drink! He heard my gasp, causing him to look over at me. His grin grew as he looked at me. I was still in shock as I pulled out my work book, flipping to page six. X times two minus five to the third power equals two hundred. That would mean five times five times five. Five times five is twenty five….I sighed, giving up. I'd have to have someone tell me the answers. I'm never going to pass this class. I laid my head down on my desk.
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I was headed out the door when Mr. Mackey stopped me.
"Miss Cullen? Could you stay after class for a moment?"
I paused, looking at the door. "Yeah. Make it quick. I've got a bus to catch." I sat down in a front row desk.
"Is there anything you'd like to share with me?" He smiled evilly down at me. Fucking bastard.
"No, not at all." I shook my head, playing innocent.
"Okay, well I'm here if you need to talk."
"Sure." I stood up, and started to walk away.
"Oh, and Mrs. Cullen?"
I paused. "Yes?"
"You were amazing last night." I shivered as he winked at me. Pervert.
End Chapter.
Author's Note: No, the creepy man is not Edward. I lied. There's more than two twi characters in here. But the others are hidden. Kudos if you find them!
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-M.E.