kinky.

by Cereal-Killa

That girl is pretty kinky

The girl's a super freak

I really love to taste her

Every time we meet

She's all right, she's all right

That girl's all right with me, yeah

She's a super freak, super freak

She's super-freaky

-Rick James

Length: 3 chapters!

Published: July 3rd, 2013

Warnings: Adults themes, abuse, dirty talk, foul language, graphic lemon in 2nd and 3rd chapter, OOCness, prostitution, some non-con themes

PLEASE NOTE: This story isn't a progression of love- it's of lust and vulgar attraction. Throughout the three chapters, it's just the beginning of a relationship that starts rocky as hell. Once the three chapters are all out, DO NOT SEND ME A PM ABOUT HOW I DIDN'T WRITE ENOUGH, or I will send you some horribly non-tasteful hate mail back. As the title suggests, the story focuses primarily on sex and also the demons and dirty secrets we hold inside of ourselves. If you are looking for fluff, lovey-dovey feelings, or the like, I suggest you just turn back now. Other than that... enjoy!

Oh, also. For my readers who continue to pester me about updating Graveyard Shift, I suggest you stop. It's getting more than a little annoying and the fact that I receive messages about it every day is bringing me to a point where I'm about to just delete the story all together. I'm writing it at my own pace and it even says before you start reading it that it's a 'side-project'. So please stop harassing me about that; frankly it simply makes me take even longer to write the more you complain due to stress.

Onwards...

"Where the hell is the pink thong?" Lindsay whined, causing Gwen to offer her some rude retort back. Courtney sighed, shaking her head and ruffling her hair, taking the knee high fishnets on her legs and trying to situate them correctly.

"Come on out, everyone's favorite good girl gone bad, Kinky!" She scowled but let out a nervous shiver. She always got this way before a show. Bridgette wrapped an arm around her shoulders, giving her a large grin before shoving her toward the curtain.

Courtney sucked in a breath, walking through the fabric and setting a feral grin on her face. The crowd erupted with applause and she couldn't help but blush a bit.

If they only knew how old she was.

Even though Courtney was only seventeen (and sixteen when she started), Bridgette had offered her a job at the local strip club, Thong Turn (basically a play on words gone horribly wrong). They were looking for more entertainers, and Bridgette was the co-manager, so she had known that she could cover up for Courtney's age. Courtney's eyes had gone a bit wide when she told her the job description, but after a little bit of arguing, Courtney had accepted the job offer.

To tell the truth, she had been really excited about the whole situation. She knew it was bit degrading, but it wasn't like anyone would know it was her, what with all the make-up and everything. She also really needed the money to save up for college and wasn't expecting for this to be more than a short fling with the job. But things had taken a harsh turn a month earlier when her mother had fallen ill. Although they didn't live together anymore, Courtney's mother was the only family she had, and she had even offered to come and start living with her again just to make sure she was doing okay, but her mother's pride had gotten in the way of that idea and stopped it completely in its tracks. "I don't need help! I'm perfectly fine on my own!" Her mother's rough cough and redden eyes did nothing to help convince Courtney however, and she had been sent into a world of resentment when she had received a call from the hospital a week later informing her that her mother was in the hospital and in dire need of surgery.

Her mother obviously didn't have enough money to support that, even with her good paying job, and Courtney was beside herself with grief. She knew what she needed, and that was more cash, and fast. She had started dedicating herself to school and her job full time. She was glad that she only had a few more weeks before she graduated from high school and then had summer break before college started. She had actually gotten into a good university near her and Bridgette's apartment.

She actually helped pay for rent now that she and Bridgette had moved out of the beach house and instead to their own apartment. It wasn't a huge amount of money, and it was actually a pretty nice place considering how much they paid for it. She had a full ride scholarship and was glad to say that she wouldn't have to worry about school expenses anymore. The only thing that was really going bad in life had to be the fact that her mother was bedridden in the hospital, dying as they spoke. Courtney swore on her life that she wasn't going to let anything bad happen to her mother on her watch.

It wasn't like the job bothered her or anything, really- it wasn't as if she couldn't dance.

Courtney was actually effortless when it came to dancing and 'making love to the pole' as her boss put it. She had gotten the job easily, what with a recommendation from Bridgette and the dancing skills of a grade-A hooker. The only thing that upset her was how secretive she had to be about it. If her school found out, she was dead for sure, which was why she was so glad school was about to end. No more worrying about people finding her out… but then again, that wasn't her only problem. Strange men always tried to follow her home, but she could usually get them away once she told them her true age. Some of them didn't care, however, and they were much more complicated subjects, but she had become pretty good at shaking people off.

Shrugging those thoughts out of her mind, Courtney stepped fully out onto the catwalk, her make-up covered eyes heavy lidded and lips pursed in a pouty manner, grabbing the pole and lifting a fishnet clad leg around it. Her attire was made up of nothing more than a low cut sleeveless deep purple top that showed her entire stomach, a small purple thong with pink swirls on front, and tall black stiletto's that she had finally gotten used to walking in after being in this business for almost a year. They were a bit wobbly but other than that, she had pretty much perfected the art. The upbeat pop music swelled around her as she arched her back and slid down effortlessly.

Got that glitter on my eyes

Stocking's ripped all up the sides

Looking sick and sexy-fied

So let's go-o-o

(Let's go!)

Courtney smiled slightly as she heard the catcalls and wolf whistles from the crowd. The guys in here were all fans of somebody, and she felt actually a bit flattered when she discovered she had a small fan club out there at the bar. While it was made up of much older men, it was still flattering, if not a bit creepy. She didn't really enjoy the title that came with her job, but to say that she didn't enjoy her work would be a lie. Courtney absolutely loved to dance, she always had, and for once, she didn't feel like the nerdy girl at school. Here, at the club, she was sexy.

She went through the whole dance and finally blew a kiss to the crowd as the song started coming to an end and the lights began to dim around her. She bent down a bit for a few of the bills, stuffing them into her thong when she heard a voice beside her ear.

"How much ya charge?"

She felt a visible shiver rip through her as the deep baritone shook her insides. The voice oozed sex appeal, but Courtney had learned from experience that the voice really gave no justice to the looks. "I don't roll that way, ogre." She spoke through clenched teeth. It wasn't like this was the first time this had happened to her. Courtney grabbed the rest of her bills and was glad that it was too dark for people to see her, since she was sure she didn't look the least bit attractive stomping around all madly like that.

The only people in the club that you could manage to get for a good one night stand were Katie and Lindsay, and then again, Lindsay never remembered the person's name the next morning, so she obviously hadn't gone willingly, or at least not completely sober. Courtney hated how rude some of the men here could be, some were funny and while it wasn't all that great that they were in a strip club in the first place, some were charming and not at all pushy or suggestive. Those were the guys that Courtney really considered, but the fact of the matter was that most of those men were already taken and they only came for the bar or to escape from their wives.

"Thong Turn's one and only Kinky! Up next in a few minutes is our original Goth, Dusk Kitten!" Courtney sighed in expiration as she stepped behind the curtain and pulled the money out of the back of her thong.

"How much did you get?" Katie, a darker skinned girl who went by the stage name 'Bambi' stumbled up to Courtney, looking at the huge wad of cash she held. "Bet I can get more."

Courtney smiled at her but waved her off. "Thanks, but no thanks." Courtney really didn't feel like betting anything with Katie, seeing how she had just been kicked out of some guy's house. Katie was one of those girls who had a terrible taste in men, somehow finding herself with the most abusive and demanding people. She was a really easy target and submitted to almost anything, so Bridgette was often found giving her guy advice and talking her out of a relationship. She was one of the more dramatic girls at the club, but Courtney didn't mind. Though Katie was a bit annoying at times, she actually seemed to have a brain somewhere deep down in there and always knew how to make Courtney laugh.

"I bet I can!" A squeaky voice squealed from behind Courtney, only to be followed by a swift mutter telling the girl to shut up. Speaking of no brain, Courtney thought, turning to Lindsay and scowling. There was something she didn't like about Lindsay. It probably had something to do with the fact that Lindsay was always stealing her customers, but who knew? Lindsay was just too nice, too sweet, too innocent, too MUCH FREAKING BOOBS. Courtney was also much tinier than Lindsay, who was tall like a super model. Considering the fact that Courtney was much smarter than Lindsay, she really didn't think it was fair. How could someone as dumb as Lindsay have the best curves in the world?

Courtney rolled her eyes, trying to shove the look of anger off her face. "Don't make any bets with Katie, she's in debt as it is." Ignoring the pout from Katie, Courtney turned to Gwen, who was currently picking at her nails as she stood next to Lindsay. "Can I get a ride home tonight?"

The pale girl made a face, then looked up. "I'm pretty sure they just called me to go on… and anyways, I promised to stay late with Blondie tonight." Lindsay started to say something, but by that time Gwen had already grabbed her lips between her thumb and index finger and given her a glare that sent the blonde into silence. Shooting Courtney with an apologetic look, she shrugged. "Sorry. Maybe next time?"

Like she had said, Lindsay was always stealing her stuff. Trying to shove the thought away from her mind, Courtney chewed the inside of her lip in thought. "Yeah, sounds good." Looked like she was going to have to walk home again tonight, but it wasn't like she couldn't use it. She had wanted to lose a few pounds ever since that comment Lindsay had made about her butt the other day… what? It wasn't like she listened to Lindsay… okay, she did listen to Lindsay, but only because it frustrated her that the blonde thought she had the right to give her health advice. Courtney was pretty sure that shoving your head into the toilet and coughing up your insides wasn't a part of practical living. Of course, she didn't know if Lindsay really did that, but she once heard someone gagging in the bathroom and she had the right to suspect. No one was that skinny without having a few dirty little secrets.

Pushing aside her angering thoughts, Courtney changed quickly into a loose orange tee shirt, old, raggedy skinny jeans and a gray hoodie before she decided to leave before it got too late (it was already one in the morning, and thankfully tomorrow was Saturday, so no school). Before she could exit the door, Bridgette stepped in front of her, offering her a quick hug. "Good job out there tonight. I'm staying here for a few more hours with L-"

"With Lindsay, I know, I know, you and everyone else in this goddamned town!" Courtney spoke under her breath, voice heavy with sarcasm, causing Bridgette to giggle. Courtney smiled. "You owe me."

"I know." Bridgette spoke quietly. "Be careful, okay? There are creepy guys out there."

Courtney snorted. "As if I didn't know that." She laughed a bit but Bridgette's face stayed serious. "Okay, gosh, I know! I'm the most responsible person you know, right?"

Bridgette nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, you're right. But you know… just watch out." Courtney rolled her eyes and stepped by Bridgette, giving her a wave over her shoulder as she opened the back door and exited with her duffle bag in hand. She knew that Bridgette didn't mean any harm, but it wasn't like she needed someone worrying about her. In two weeks, she would be done with high school. A college student. It sounded so perfect in Courtney's mind that she couldn't help but let out a small smile as the door slammed behind her.

The apartment she shared with Bridgette wasn't that far away from the club, so she started by turning to the corner of the alley where she had exited. She almost lost her breath when she turned the corner to find a large dark skinned man standing there, looking intimidating. And this guy was huge. He looked like her could eat her, or possibly use her as a tooth pick. Surprisingly, his voice wasn't all that loud, but that didn't make him any less intimidating. "Excuse me, miss, but will you please come with me?" She saw a large, black limo behind the man and felt confusion bubble up inside of her.

Courtney felt her eyebrows try to make contact with her hair line as she let out a dark grimace. "What do you want with me?" She asked, trying to step away and resisting the urge to squeal when the huge man grabbed her arm.

"The boss wants you." She felt her nose scrunch up in annoyance. 'The boss'? What the fuck was this- some kind of gang? She really didn't like this guy's vibe, but the grip the man had on her arm was making the choice of moving absolutely impossible. "I am not going to hurt you, the boss just wants to speak with you."

"Who the hell is 'the boss', you asshole? Let go of me!" She yelled, trying to get someone's attention but quieting harshly when the man pulled out a gun.

"You're cooperation is needed. Just do what the boss wants and you don't have to worry about us hurting that pretty little face of yours." She wanted to kick this guy in the nut sack but the loaded barrel in front of her had her sighing in defeat. The guy had said that he wouldn't hurt her, so what the fuck was up with the gun…? Whatever, it was better not to question it. When he started to pull her toward the limo, Courtney automatically stopped in her tracks, and the man just grunted, gripping her even rougher than before. "You have to get in the car, ma'am, the boss is at his place." Feeling the fear constrict inside her chest Courtney just shrugged him off and stepped into the open door of the limo, sighing slightly. How to get out of this, how to get out…? She decided that she should text Bridgette, but before she could that, the man was already stepping into the driver's side of the limo and stomping on the gas. Courtney was a few rows behind him, so she thought that maybe she could dig in her duffle bag and get her old cell phone out of the back pocket if she was quiet. She reached in, but it made a ruffling noise, so she stiffened, waiting for the man to hear her and shoot her face off. But instead of doing that, he just kept his eyes on the road, not paying her any attention. Smirking, Courtney reached in deeper, almost jumping for joy when she felt the cool cover of her blackberry. Before she could even manage to lift it, however, the car came to a complete stop, and the man was exiting the car and opening her door again, grabbing her arm with that strong grip.

She sighed and trembled in fear a bit when the huge man pulled her into a large, expensive looking, near skyscraper building. They were in a lovely, expensive part of town, highly populated, many people walking the streets, and yet Courtney couldn't make a peep thanks to the gun pressed into her back, hidden behind the man's coat. They rode the elevator up to the seventh floor, Courtney's heart a painful staccato the entire time. They were gonna kill her. "I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die…" She whispered under her breath.

Once they got to the designated floor, she was pulled to a door, which the large man slid open without having to unlock it. "Got her, boss."

Courtney looked around the large condo. There was a huge floor to ceiling window that stretched across one wall, and the room she was looking at now was bigger than her and Bridgette's apartment and then some. She could see many rooms, including a kitchen, leading off from it. A huge flat screen plasma TV hung on the east wall. There was a computer in the corner of the room and a million papers scattered in a random corner, also littering the coffee table. Beside the large coffee table was a huge, spread out red felt couch that she predicted could seat more than about fifteen people. She had to stop her jaw from hitting the floor. This place was nice. But then she saw a head of messy black hair leaning against the overly large couch. "Good. Ya can leave, Devon."

The large man let go of his grip on Courtney, pushing her into the room before turning around and shutting the door. Courtney was about to follow right after him before she heard the audible click of a lock. She then noticed the door didn't have a handle. Oh, what the hell what she dealing with? This guy had automatic sliding doors with no fucking door knobs! Dammit, she was in deep shit, wasn't she?

But she had recognized that voice from somewhere. She just couldn't place it…

Sighing, Courtney turned to the man who was sitting on the couch, feeling her anger grow as he made no inclination of getting up anytime soon. "Well, would you mind telling me why I'm here?" She was so mad at Gwen for not giving her a ride, and even more mad at stupid ass Lindsay for getting her into this shit. Why her? Why me?

The man let out a grunt and stood up, scratching his head and turning to face her, causing her to gulp. No, not because of the gun hooked in his holster, no, not due to the sheer way he towered over her… but because the guy was a fucking walking wet dream. He had messy black hair, slightly tanned skin, and bright teal eyes that were narrowed in a cat like manner. His loose, baggy dress pants and a soft blue dress shirt only accented his good looks and made it even harder not to drool over the guy. He smirked at her expression and said one simple sentence. "I'll ask again, babe, how much ya charge?"

Courtney felt her neck snap in attention as she then realized where she recognized the deep sexy baritone from; "How much ya charge?" It was the man from earlier that night, the one she believed to only have a good voice. Well, obviously she had doubted things far too much. Voice was a very good indicator of looks…

But then she realized what he said. "What?" She stuttered, wondering what the hell was going on.

He rolled his eyes, walking around the couch to get closer to her, stopping about five feet from her, and she could smell a strong, attractive musky scent as well as tangerines. "What do ya want? Jewelry, clothes, just plain ole' cash? I can go either way, Princess, it's not that hard a question."

She felt her insides turn on fire at the suggestion as well as the nickname as she tried to back up from him. "Shut the fuck up, I d-don't want to-"

"Yer mother is ill, am I right? You need money for that, don't ya? Ya need money to save her? What if I told you I could give that to ya?" The man's voice lowered slightly, and Courtney felt her breath back up into her throat. How did he know that she needed that money for her mother? How did he know, how could he make that promise…? "All ya gotta do is tell me how much ya want."

"Y-you… don't… I can't…"

He sighed, rubbing his temples and folding his arms together. "I guess business is going to have to come later, I can't keep on waiting like this. I'm fucking horny as shit." Courtney couldn't seem to form words as he looked at her with a smirk in his eyes again, his face twisted in the biggest shit eating grin she had ever seen.

"Strip."

TBC...