Ahh... I'm just about done with my other story and got bored so I thought why not release Chapter one of this story :) Hope you guys like it. It's all human blackwater...

Disclaimer: SM owns the twilight characters I just get to play with them.

Ch1: Who Are You?

They say a stripper is only as good as the dirty dollar that gets thrown at them but those sadly very uninformed people (particularly women) never know who's giving that dirty dollar (usually that woman's husband or boyfriend). Or what the stripper plans to use that precious dollar for.

Leah Clearwater was not a prostitute. Using the name LC or Luscious, she danced exotically, gave half-hearted private room dances, but was unwavering in her refusal to engage in anything sexual with any of her customers. Her benefactors offered for her company at dinner, the movies, or whatever, but she always let them know in advance that she was not a prostitute. Therefore most times the dirty perverts dropped the offer and sent the proposal to a more willing woman.

Leah needed the money that was the only reason why she was in this place but she wasn't that desperate. "The Hot Black Spot" was actually one of the most high ended strip clubs in Seattle. Leah couldn't go too far but she couldn't be too close to home. She made sure to pick a place that none of her friends or family could easily get to without having to call her first. Three hours or a hundred and fifty three miles of distance seemed far enough. Leah looked it up to be safe. No one could know her nasty little secret.

Leah was from a small town in the state of Washington known as La Push and unlike most the other girls that she worked with, Leah had a very loving and supporting father, mother, and younger brother. The girls just didn't know what her family supported her in per say. As far as her family and friends knew she was living her dream at Seattle University off a full ride scholarship. That particular scholarship was dropped almost six months ago due to complications.

So Leah was on her own. Her ex-boyfriend Embry Call was a good guy and even though he knew she was going to be far away at college surrounded by thousands of other guys, he still wanted her. It amazed Leah that he would still want her knowing she would be so far away. But she didn't want to hold him down so she broke up with him and said if he were still waiting by the end of her four years after she graduated college and they still had the same spark she would give their relationship another go. She never knew thought she would find such an amazing friend as him, but she did. They still talked on Skype just about every night after one of her classes only as friends but Leah could tell that he still was very much in love with her.

Leah knew her parents weren't making anything close to what the college demanded monthly from her, and she didn't even want to mention rent since she was no longer a freshman or a sophomore at the college. This would be her third year in college which meant she had to reapply for another dorm, that didn't work out so well with Leah. Based on the office records they never received her dorm application even though Leah knew for a fact that she had sent it in way before the due date was up. So now she was renting a one bedroom loft since it was the only thing being offered and Leah wasn't planning on being homeless.

So far, so good, and too many damn problems. But would she run and tell her family that after hearing how proud they were that she was the first Clearwater to get away and actually go to college? Hell fucking no.

Leah had come in the club completely on a whim, she received a business card she would have usually ignored from a girl named Jessica Stanley but her stage name was Starr. She was far from a star though. Leah was a little reluctant to go after seeing the overly made up girl that wore little less to nothing in public but Leah honestly had nothing to lose when she stepped in the club. She was almost homeless at that point and she wasn't planning on going home with her tail in between her legs.

Leah never got to meet the owner. She just got the manager James who was a real sleeze if you asked Leah. He practically drooled when Leah came into the club reminding him that she strictly came for an audition. He turned on a camera stating that the owner had to approve her before she could even be considered. Leah thought about just walking out at that moment, the asshole probably just wanted a reason to record her to play back later. But she really needed this so she told him to push play on her song "Santogold- Starstruck (Diplo Remix)" came on and Leah closed her eyes and lost herself in the song. She rotated her hips to the beat as she danced all over the stage as if she had someone in front of her. Leah was still a virgin but that was neither here nor there. She just had to look like she knew what she was doing.

She received the call a day later that she had the gig.

Leah seriously had tried looking everywhere in Seattle for a real job that didn't require her to take off some of her clothes: waitressing, store clerk, even a secretary for a very well paid law firm but all of those nine to five jobs was never enough. And they cut into her class time. No money was even close to putting a dent in her college debt but this, this was a start. This had seemed like her only solution for now.

Leah slipped her foot into a blue strappy stiletto she had just brought a few days earlier. She was wearing a blue fringed fishnet gown with long slits on both sides, matching thong, and an underwire bra that pushed her natural C-cups up another cup size.

She strapped on the other shoe and then gazed in the full length-mirror right next to her vanity table. Lingerie and heels– a lethal combination that had become as familiar as her own skin. If her father saw her now he would probably have a heart attack.

But not for long! Once she finished college, she would never again put on anything shimmering, slinky, or see-through. She would be sleeping in flannel pajamas and padding around her dream home in fuzzy slippers.

Hanging up her G-string for good was her favorite fantasy.

"Toxic" by Britney Spears, which was Jessica's corny theme song, broke into Leah's reverie. She was on next. She had to get her mind mentally prepared for the guys that would be watching her as if she were a prime steak of meat they had been waiting years to have. You can look but don't touch.

"You're on next babe. There are a lot of prospects out there tonight." Jessica was moving her tips from her body and placing them in the baggie provided. James always got three percent off top. The other seven percent went to the owner who was still a mystery to Leah. It was shitty when they weren't the ones shaking their ass to get paid but Leah couldn't complain she knew this came along with the occupation. It just made her work that much harder.

Leah turned away from the mirror and moved past a few girls that were running in from the floor, probably from a private dance.

She walked on the dark stage waiting for her music to begin, this time she decided to have the DJ play, "Massive Attack - Paradise Circus" it was one of her favorite songs. As soon as the beat started Leah became Luscious/LC she was no longer the college girl striving to get her art degree. She let herself be free and danced around without a care in the world, pretending that the men in the room were her pretend lovers in order to get through the set. She was used to touching herself, it distracted the guys from actually not removing her clothes from her body. As soon as the song was done she immediately got her money and moved off stage. Intending to go back to her vanity table and count how well she did before she went out on the floor and pretended she was interested in the guys that were waiting.

But Bree grabbed her arm before she could ever make it there. Leah backed up a bit and looked at the small girl with long brown wavy hair, who really could have only been eighteen if that. "The boss has requested to see you. Come with me."

Leah was confused this was all new to her. She never thought she would meet the boss. He never came in, or was always in? Leah didn't know, all she knew was she never saw the guy and she wasn't sure she was ready to see him yet. Not if he was anything like James. But Leah didn't have a choice as Bree looked around before punching in a few numbers and looking up at the camera that was placed above the door. She had Leah do the same before the door opened, Leah's money was taken from her hands before she got to count it and Leah was nudged in. The door closing with a sounding click.

Jacob Black hardly went into the club he owned. He never had a reason to, between Sam and James they had seemed to have had it handled. Plus Jake had other business's he owned and had to make sure those were taken care of also. At twenty five he was one of the most successful and richest business men in the world. He liked staying hidden and lowkey even though that never worked much for him. Not with his cheating, conniving, bitter soon to be ex-wife whom he was currently in the works of getting a divorce from liked to use his name whenever she opened her mouth.

When James sent the DVD of the girl named Luscious who only filled in L for her first name and C for her last name, age twenty one, no experience in the field. Jake was so intrigued just based on her written application that he couldn't find it in himself to not watch the video. He didn't know why this was any different than any of the other videos that James sent him but he had the urge to watch it.

Usually he would forward the DVD's right to Sam and bypass looking at anything. But he was curious when he saw her picture on top of the file. She didn't look like the usual applicant that Jake was used to receiving. Sure, she was beautiful and she had an incredible body that millions of girls could kill for and every guy wanted their girl to have. But there was something extra and special about this girl in particular. And she looked vaguely familiar. Jake just couldn't put his finger on her real name. Nonetheless he didn't want anyone else seeing this video. Especially Sam, his friend was becoming more untrustworthy as time went on, this was Sam's last chance helping him on any business of Jake's. He hoped Sam didn't blow it this time. But just in case Jake kept the video under lock and key.

He called James and told him to give her the job no matter what price she wanted. She could have whatever she wanted as long as he was able to see her. And boy was he able to watch her first hand from his two way mirror upstairs. He could see her but no one could see him.

Creepy?

Probably, but Jake didn't care, he wanted to see how she responded to his environment first before finally asking to see her. From watching her, she kept to herself mostly and refused the never ending advances that he usually fired women in the past for accepting. He was still thinking of her name when he unloosened his tie and took it off letting it fall onto his minibar as he grabbed a beer. He had a long day after finding out his bitch of a wife tried to max out one of his cards again. He had all the remaining money transferred over to his account with only his name on it. All other accounts with her name attached to it was closed and now his personal phone was being blown up with hate texts, calls and voicemails. He turned his cell phone off throwing it on his desk as he opened his beer and took a long sip.

He sat in his big black comfortable leather chair as LC came on stage and danced to the song as if she were making love to everyone she passed in the room. She touched her inner thigh softly letting her fingers trail all the way up to her silk gown that still left Jake with a lot to imagine. She grabbed on to the pole in the middle of the long walkway and spun around once before making her rounds on the stage to dance towards the guys that looked the most attentive flashing their money around. She was definitely popular here. Jake had watched a few of the other girls but not many of the guys wanted to watch them. They wanted something new, different and fresh. And that was definitely LC.

What did LC stand for? He knew it wasn't for short for Luscious. Why did she look familiar to him?

Jake was sipping on a beer angrily. He didn't like that so many men were watching her. She deserved better than that. She deserved him.

He wanted her to strictly dance for him, so before her dance was done he called Bree and made sure that she brought LC to him before she clocked out for the night.

Bree worked pretty fast because from the security camera's he could clearly see that Bree had LC with her and she barely got off stage. Jake thought maybe he should have done this sooner.

After he buzzed for LC to come in, Jake spun around in his chair and closed the shade on his two way mirror so she wouldn't see that he had in fact been watching her. She walked in the room with her silk nightie still in place and her hair wild from shaking it while she was on stage. She was one of the few girls who was able to keep her clothes on and still make just as much as one of the girls that had to get fully naked.

Yeah, there was definitely something special about this one. Jake was sitting in the dark part of the room as she stood in the soft light with a hard confused expression on her face as she looked around the room.

Jake chuckled placing his beer on the side table next to him as he finally realized her name. "Leah…Leah Clearwater."

Her eyes snapped to his, "No..." she gasped softly, even though he could swear she couldn't see him, she glared into his direction. "Who are you?"

"Well this is going to be interesting…"Jake spoke gruffly after a few moments of silence.

Interesting indeed.

I'm sure you guys will figure out who Jake's wife is ...

I left her name out of this chapter for some reason but the possibilities aren't that hard to guess :)

Continue... yay or nay?