My name is Harley Woodley, and I'm here to tell you a short story. A story I never got to tell the only man I've ever loved. You know who it was? Strangely, it was Daryl Dixon. He was just another member of a small biker gang, and a regular at the strip club I worked at called "The Aphrodites." It may sound like a fancy strip club—fancy like Caesar's Palace-, but it was far from it.
One night Daryl decided to ask me to take him to a private room. Nothing different for me except for the fact that he was the only sexy, older man who asked me for a private dance. I was 17, but I lied about my age so I could have a job with a decent income. I wasn't about to struggle because of my dad. No, he'd get some sick satisfaction from it. My dad kicked me out so that his heroin girlfriend and her 6 kids could move in. May I say that they were all by 6 different men?
When I met Daryl, I did not expect more than great eye candy that I was able to please. I especially didn't expect things to go so smoothly.