Disclaimer: I own none of the people from the movie. Title of the story belongs to the same title song by Cinderella

Author's Note: Well this is different a lost boys story and not a Stand By Me one, anyway back in the day I posted a story on here called 'Lost Brother' and then I deleted it, but I've decided to revamp (hehe vamp) it. Hope you like it, this will be a romance but you will find out who later feel free to guess ;).

Enjoy and maybe review?

Update 2016 - Hi. I'm currently editing the current chapters and rewriting this. The story is currently on hold, but I will be continuing with it as soon as I've finished redoing the chapters. :D

Somebody Save Me
TheGoofyCat

I took the cigarette from my colleague Rocket's fingers and took a drag. I hated smoking, but it really did calm your nerves; and I was nervous, though I shouldn't have been it wasn't like the men who came here actually noticed how I was feeling.

After fifteen minutes of trying to get one fake eyelash to stay on, I had finally perfected the look. My fingers laced through the necklace I had been given to on my seventh birthday and I looked down at it. "This is for you," I whispered as I kissed the necklace and got up from the dressing table and proceeded to strut through the curtain leading to the stage.

"Now, let's welcome Darling to the stage," A voice called out from a microphone and that was my cue to step on stage. I walked on and took a quick look at Rocket, who had just rushed on stage and was now currently hanging upside down from a pole; she sure knew how to work it, and so did I. What kind of name was Darling? It was a stage name of course, one that I picked because it meant something to me, every time they called my name I had to be reminded of why I was really doing this.

I couldn't get emotional, I had a persona to fill. I had to act sexy and cold, a dominatrix. I had to make these guys nights, rock their worlds, otherwise I'd be living off soup for the next couple of weeks and I needed the money, so as I danced I made sure I put on the greatest act of all time, one that would even make Al Pacino give me a standing ovation.

My six inch heels worked the floor. Rocket had handed them to me and told me to not take them off for a week and to even sleep with them on, I stumbled all over the place for the first week, but I soon got used to them, it's like second nature, and now the shoes - they wear me.

Smoke filled the room and I wasn't sure if it was from the ten year old smoke machine that laid half busted on the floor or if it was from the dozen cigarettes being puffed away, anyway the smoke always blinded my sight and I was glad, it meant I couldn't see whoever I was dancing to, not that I usually saw anyway I always blanked it out as I did my thing, I couldn't even tell you what song was playing, probably some KISS song or Mötley Crüe, that's the music these guys liked, that's the music that came with this territory.

"Another dance, another dick." Rocket's crude words stung my ears, as I peeled away the fake eyelashes and placed them in their case. I rolled my eyes, she wasn't like me, she loved her job, she was in it for the attention, where as I was in it for the money. We were sort of friends, she was a funny girl but the only time we saw each other was while we were grinding poles. I was sick to death of this place, so I wasn't going to hang around with everyone who worked here on my nights off.

I placed my black wig on the stand and said my goodbyes as I left the dressing room and went into the office, and like every night the boss was nowhere to be seen, so I picked up my money that was shoved in a jar that had 'Darling' written on it in red lipstick, Rocket always had been creative. I counted my days takings and tips, it wasn't too bad, but I could have done better. I'll admit I had been slacking and it wouldn't be long until the boss hauled me in the office and told me to get my shit together.

I walked out the pitch black door and nodded my head at Steve the bouncer, he had saved my ass from being groped many a time. I slung my bag, with Darling's clothes inside, over my shoulder and walked across the road, it was past three o'clock in the morning and I couldn't help but yawn - I needed to sleep. I was due to be back in fifteen hours and if I was to lose the bags under my eyes I would have to crash as soon as I got through my door. I walked down the alleyway and turned right, sure enough, he was there standing against the wall waiting for me, just where he waited for me every Friday night.

"Here." I shoved my night's takings in to his hands. "That's all I have."

"Guess it will do, Darling," he smirked, counting the notes and then placing them into his leather wallet and then in his pocket.

"The name is Erica." I told him for the twentieth time, he really did like to push my buttons, he smiled and tipped his hat. And I wondered what shade of color his hair was, or if he even had any hair at all, then I cursed my self for being mesmerized by the flash of his pearly whites, after all it had been a long time since I had been close to a man - my job had put me off them for at least another ten years. But, I had to admit he did have a cute face.

"I know," he grinned as if he knew what I was thinking.

"If anything comes up, you know where to find me," I told him as I started to walk back to the motel I had been living in for the past year.

"You know, David has been gone for quite sometime, he might not even be back here," he called out to me.

I stopped dead on my feet and turned back and said, "He's here, all right." I smelt the cold ocean air and my skin begun to shiver. "I can sense it."