Ok, this is my first attempt at a fanfic. I have been reading fanfics forever now, and I finally decided to write one. Now for some info on the story. Its rated M for language, and the fact Bella is a stripper. There will be minimal lemons, because I think smut sometimes goes a little to far. But anyways, I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter and tell me what you think through reviews!

Well, if I must do this. Twilight does not belong to me. I am just making virginal Bella a stripper.

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Chapter 1: I'm on a Boat

BPOV

I officially hate Jacob fucking Black. God, he is such a bitch sometimes. Last night he borrowed my sailor costume, and today, when I need it, it is nowhere to be found. I enter his lair of all things kink, and look for my fucking corset among his piles of wigs, chicken cutlets and stripper heels. Its fucking sure I would never enter this place unless its an emergency, like the time Jacob almost died because of a malfunctioning "adult toy." By the time I found the fucking costume, it was twenty minutes after I was suppose to leave for the Red Dog.

Tonight is shaping up to be a pretty craptastic night. I mean, I love my job at the Red Dog, it gave me somewhere to be somebody else and just have fun. And I loved the Red Dog, and all the girls there. It was an upscale strip club, but if you looked at it, you would never think that. Mike, the owner, was obsessed with all things campy, so he made that the central theme of the Red Dog. The theme was a genious idea, and it really did bring customers in, especially bachelor parties. I think sometimes rich people just liked to "slum it."

But anyways, part of being a performer at the Red Dog was that you always had to look drop dead fucking hot, and tonight, that is not going to happen. Mike was going to rip me a new one, and not in the way he has been wanting for years, but I couldn't worry about that tonight.

I make it to the Dog in record time from the house I shared with the roomies, almost killing myself several times. I ran back stage, screaming, "AAAAAALLLLLLLIIIIIICCCCCCCEEEEE! I am running late because of the queen out there, I need you to help me get ready in like, ten fucking minutes!"

Alice quickly ran to my side, and starts doing my victory rolls as I did my retro make up. Tonight I was going for the naughty sailor retro look, but ten minutes to get ready was cutting it close.

I did my makeup in like two seconds, no fucking lie, and started dropping trou to get into my costume. How Jacob fit into my outfit I have no idea, but I cringed at the fact I didn't have time to at least febreeze the shit out of it before I put it on.

"Bella, you look fucking hot!", Alice exclaimed, which made me feel better. Maybe Mike wasn't gong to chew my ass out after all.. As Alice helped me flip off the ozone layer with a finishing shot of hair spray, I looked at myself in the mirror.

Damn, I actually did look hot.

With that, I heard Jacky Noire, or Jake the bitch, presenting me.

"And now, gentlemen, the pride and joy of the Red Dog, Verona!"

With that, I made my entrance onto the stage. "I'm on a Boat" started playing, and I began doing my thing. I know its not a traditional "stripper song", but I think it fits my personality quiet nicely.

I slowly started taking my top off, revealing my nautical star shaped pasties, which Alice thought were "adorable" and "perfect" for my naughty sailor outfit.

I continued dancing, grinding my booty all over the chair on stage, when suddenly a pair of piercing green eyes captured my attention.

Shit ass motherfucker, those eyes are beautiful.

Because of the darkness, and the lights on the stage, I couldn't see who they belonged to. I could see perfectly clear the big muscle model dude to his left, and the Hollister beachboy model to his right, but not the owner of the emerald eyes.

Fuck it! I wanted to know who they belonged to. I could feel the eyes still on me, even if I wasn't looking at them.

Shit, this was distracting me. I needed to keep my A-game until the end of the song, because afterwards I still had to do the rounds for lab dances.

The song ended, and men started coming up to me, putting bills into my garter belt. By the time I looked up, the emerald eyes were gone. Muscle dude and Hollister boy also came up, putting a stack of bills into my hands.

I picked up my costume and walked backstage, where Alice was waiting for me as always.

"Bella, I have to say that was a hot and steamy dance!"

"Thanks Allie. Hey, I have a question. Did you happen to see the guy that was sitting in the VIP table between the big muscles dude and Mr. Beachboy?"

With that question, her eyes immediately lit up. "OMG Bella, the blonde one was so cute! I was standing at the bar talking to Rose, and we actually made eye contact, and he smiled at me! I am going to see if I can talk to him later!", she shrieked in typical Alice fashion. It could be midnight, and Alice still had more energy than the energizer bunny.

"Alice, snap out of it! Did you see the guy sitting in the middle?"

"Yeah, he was delicious. But he looked pretty upset, and left immediately after your dance was over. Why are you asking about him?"

"I don't know. I couldn't see his face, only his eyes. But his eyes just called to me, you know?"

"But what about you lova, naughty professor Banner?"

"Alice, its not like I am bent over fucking the guy already, I just wanted to see who those eyes belonged to."

"Well, he was quiet the looker. I might be able to find out who he is from his tasty friend."

"Would you do that for me Allie?"

"Of course, what are besties, who happen to be roomies, for?"

"Ok, see you later alligator. I have to go do the lap dance rounds."

"Go, shake your money maker Bella, the rent is due soon, I will see you at home later."

With that, I went to do my rounds of lap dances. They aren't my favorite thing in the world to do, but they really brought the money in. Usually the lap dances go well, because of the no touch policy the club has, but occasionally you did get those dirty motherfuckers who got too touchy-feely. A simple signal to security, and those fuckers were out of here.

I saw Mr. Muscles and Beachboy still at the VIP booth, but they didn't seem to be getting lap dances. They appeared to be more interested in Alice and Rosalie, who were chatting at the bar.

Rosalie was my other room mate, and she worked at the bar of the Red Dog. Like Alice and I, she worked here to pay tuition for college. I met Alice and Rose during my freshman year, and we quickly became best friends. I met Alice first, during our completly shitastic math class, when the teacher placed us into groups of two for projects throughout the semester. I met Rosalie a week later, when a dipshit tried touching my ass, and Rosalie made it impossible for him to procreate. Since then, all three of us have been best friends.

I finished my last lap dance, with a hottie that gave me a totes fabulous tip, and headed to the bar.

"Hey Rose and Allie, I think I am going to head out. Tomorrow I have and early morning class with this new professor that is suppose to be a total hardass, so I want to get there early."

"Ok Bella, meet you at home", Rosalie said.

"Hopefully by then we will have the digits of those two loverboys in the VIP booth."

"Good luck with that girls, and remember to keep the twins up and out!", I said as I ran out of the door.

EPOV

I have no idea what I am doing at a strip club. Sure, I just found out my girlfriend of eight months was just using me for money and to climb the social ladder, but that did not justify this visit.

I should have never told Emmett, my brother, what happened. His solution to everything is a visit to a strip club. According to Jasper, a childhood friend of Emmett and I, they have visited every strip club in the greater Seattle area, except for the Red Dog.

And thats why we are here.

So far, its been extremely boring, well except for the Drag Queen working as emcee. He makes for a hideous looking woman, but he is quite entertaining.

Emmett and Jasper, of course, are totally into all the performances. I just stare into my glass of whiskey, which I might add, is very low quality.

As I am about to bail on these guys, because I know they will be here until they kick them out, the emcee announces the featured performer, Verona.

When Verona comes out, I am immediately captivated by her beauty. She is different from the other performers. She is naturally beautiful, nothing artificial about her. Her brown curls gently fall on her sailor costume, as sway as she moves to the music.

She begins to remove her clothing, but I am not interested in her body. What captivates me is her face, and the serenity it displays. Verona looks like she is enjoying herself, as if nothing existed but the music and herself.

Suddenly, I see that she is making eye contact with me. Our eyes meet, but she quickly lowers her gaze.

The song is wrapping up, and I decide I have to leave before she comes down to perform lap dances. I don't think I would be able to handle watching her with another man.

I get up quickly, and turn to Jasper and Emmett.

"Hey guys, I think I am going to go home. I am not really into this, and I can see you guys are more interested in the bar tender and the girl talking to her. I will see you guys tomorrow".

Of course, they don't even answer. They are planning on how they are going to go talk to the bartender and her friend, who just ran backstage.

I leave them, and head to my empty house. Sometimes, I think I an meant to be alone for all my life.

BPOV

I have no fucking idea why I am friends with Jacob Black. Once again, he made me late. He parked his trannymobile behind my car, and I had to run back into the house and get his ass out of bed to move his car. By the time he finally woke up, I was running totes late.

I hope I make it to class on time. I will totally be pissed if I get there late, as a woman I know being late is never good. This class is taught by the writer in residence of the university, and he is suppose to be really strict.

Plus, this writing class is only for senior english majors, so its with the same people I have been in class with since sophomore year, when I got done with all those ridic gen ed courses. It will be très embarrassing to walk into class late on the first day of the semester.

By now, I am running across the campus. I must look like a madwoman running in my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle backpack and tie-dye TOMS, but I don't care. I get to class and storm through the door.

And who do I run into.

Green eyes.

Well, fuck me with a spoon.

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So honeybunchesofoats, what did you guys think of the first chapter?Also, I posted links to Bella's sailor costume and what I think Jacob would kinda look like as a drag queen. Go check them out!