This story is kinda odd and my first M rated story :) which is ironic because all I read is M-rated fics practically . Anywayz believe it or not I got the idea from my TEACHER. He`s my teen leadership teacher and he was talking to this one girl who wanted to be a rapper and he was all saying to her its hard to get noticed in the rap industry ECSPECIALLY as a girl, and he said that the only reason Nicki minaj got noticed is because of SEX. And me who was eavesdropping was all like" hmmmm that's sounds intresting" SO BOOM BA DA BOOM BING here it is!

"So nobody still hasn't picked me up?" Glitch whimpered squeezing his knee caps tight staring at his feet. "…..im afraid so," The dance team manager sighed flipping through the papers, then setting them down neat on her desk. Glitch bit his bottom lip feeling it quivering. So he was going another year without anyone picking him up for their dance team. Glitch had been going there for 4 years that meant 8 seasons, and not once has anybody picked him up for their team.

The dance team system was a lot like football, they can trade, recruit and put up for hire and some might even not get picked up a season. But for Glitch he never, not once had got picked up for a dance team. And it wasn't just the dance team, he wanted to be scouted to be a pro dancer, which is hard if your not on an official dance team. Glitch slowly stood up and bowed "thank you for you time" Gltich whispered and turned around walking out "Sorry Glitch maybe next season" The manager said hopefully, actually sounded sorry for him, and she was. Glitch turned his head and shot her a grateful smile and walked out of the Dance building. While he walked out, he passed 2 black girls who looked a lot alike, one taller one and a girl about his age laughing it up about the routines they`ll probably do at practice today.

Glitch lowered his eyes from them and marched down the street to his apartment trying his hardest not to cry. Glitch had always wanted to be a professional dancer ever since he was real little .He would see dance crews dance on the sidewalks and tell himself "Someday I'll be like them!"

But he was getting older almost 16, tons of professional dancers he knew had already been scouted by his age, and it wasn't no secret that dance crews didn't want kids who were 16 years old and never been on a team. They weren't looking for 16 year old inexperienced, they wanted younger kids to teach. And each year it was getting more heart braking every time Addie, the Manager told him over and over again "Sorry kid, maybe next season". His childhood dream was falling apart, and the sad thing was, 'next season' when he was 16 he doubted that anyone would want him by then. This was his last chance…and it was lost. Deep in thought he wasn't watching where he was going and stumbled into somebody. "Watch where you were go-"The man yelled but cut off when Glitch looked at him apologetically. The plump man smiled deviously "hey, Little boy what you doin out in the streets all alone?" he purred as he caressed Glitchs shoulder and he slowly moved down to Glitchs 'more private' regions.

Glitch shoved the man's hand away and ran down the street feeling so violated. This happened a lot to Glitch, there was just too many lonely pimp men in dance central that wanted to fuck Glitch. Glitch had just learned to ignore them and walk away calmly. They wouldn't do anything in public. Its not that Glitch didn't like guys. To be honest. He didn't even know what he liked. All he ever been focused on is dance. Not who the cutest girl in his class was, or which guy had a cute butt. All he ever thought about was dance…some good that did him.

Glitch ignored a whistle an middle age man shot at him and wondered what he did wrong. He`s been practicing really really hard…so what was he doing wrong? "Hey hey! Who's this jail bait? And is he single and ready ta mingle?"Another pervert chuckled checking him out. Glitch pretended he didn't hear and pulled his maroon hood over his head so people *mainly pervs* couldn't see his face. What could he do? What could he possibly do to get noticed in the world? For somebody to give a 2 flying flip about him? He wasn't asking for much…all he wanted was just to get noticed by somebody other than Perverted old men. He was an all around good kid…he prayed to the lord and went to school…most of the time. His Grades were passing and he was never the problem kid in class. He`s done everything good to get noticed…but nothing has worked. What could it be?

"Hey lil lady how bout ya come home with me?"He heard a husky voice ask. Glitch turned around and saw an old man talking to what looked like a prostitute. She had long strait blonde hair that went to the middle of her back and side swept bangs ,with tan orange like skin. She wore a Purple strapless mini dress that had a hard time covering her massive Double D cup chest. She wore fishnet stockings and Black stilettos. You could write WHORE on her forehead really. She winked at the man and casually caressed her chest taking the old man hands gently asking "How much ya got on ya?". The man face flushed red and cleared his throat "I have about…well why don't we talk about that at my MANSION?".

The prostitute smiled her pearly whites and wiggled her round butt "Ok daddy" She giggled having the older man wrap his arm around her shoulder and made it where his hand was resting in the middle of her tits. It made me want to barf. "But daddy do you think you can help me get into the modeling industry?" The girl asked pouting. "It's my dream to model" She asked puckering his lips slightly. The man chuckled "I have a friend who`s a manager for some makeup companies ill see what I can do sweetheart".

'Its gross what some people would do to get noticed' Glitch thought walking away from the couple. Glitch has never done anything like that no matter how much he`s failed to get noticed he never dropped himself that low, besides she`ll probably just end up raped and then murdered. Its happens every day, there was just too many sick people in the world. Glitch shook his head wondering if she`ll end up on the news in a couple weeks. Glitch finally arrived at his worn down apartment and opened the door without even needing a key. His apartment sucked ass. Its lock was broken and it was a really dirty place no matter how much Glitch tried to clean up it still looked horrible.

Glitch`s parents died in a car accident 4 years ago so he tried to live on his own, afraid that if he got adopted, his new parents….that they wouldn't share his passion of dancing. Glitch`s apartment cosseted $50 a month. That's how much it sucked. The whole Apartment complex was worn down and wrecked it was where Prostitutes, hobos and some hippies lived. Glitch sat down on his dusty couch and turned on the TV. The Dance central news was ranting about some bank robbery in another state, Glitch changed the channel on the 20 year old TV with really low quality screening. A sitcom about some nerdy girl transforming into a drop dead gorgeous prom queen was on. Glitch rolled his eyes at the cheesy, predictable show and changed it again.

A news report Live camera was interviewing a crew who recently lost their leader named Stephen, and some girl was ranting on how she knew who killed him and she was going to keep his crew going for the sake of his will. Glitch lowered his eyes and turned the TV off. He couldn't stand watching dance crews on TV. THAT crew on TV belonged with each other. They had a team. They belonged somewhere. And more importantly, they were needed. Glitch however…nobody needed or wanted him. Glitch exhaled and laid down on the couch setting his watch to wake him up at 7:30 sharp for school tomorrow. "Not like anybody would care if I showed up anyways.." Glitch thought before drifting off to sleep.

****One month later****

"Good night Glitch have a safe night" His boss smiled ringing up the cashier. "Thanks you too" Glitch said politely zipping up his maroon jacket and stepping out of the gas station. He worked there part time to pay off his apartment. His Boss was really nice so he made it where it fit Glitch`s hours and paid him well enough. And Glitch was a responsible good worker so it worked out alright. Glitch pulled his hood on and walked down the familiar street and into his apartment complex. Glitch shoved open his door and took off his jacket and plopped down on his dusty couch as usual. He would usally at this time work the last of his energy to practice dancing but his boom box needed repairing and his Boss had agreed to fix it,if Glitch put in a couple extra hours, which was a fair price for Glitch anyways which all of his money went to the selfish Apartment complex owner. Glitch couldn't remember the last time he had a decent meal. Usually he just ate at school where he got free lunch for living in poverty.

Glitch turned on the TV and watched 'how I met your mother' for a little bit before it went to commercial. Glitch picked up the remote about to change the channel when a commercial for Olay came on and a girl…that looked really familiar to Glitch was the spoke person. Glitch frowned and leaned forward trying to figure out where he had seen this girl…Long blonde hair, orange skin, and a big chest.

Glitch eyes widened as he had a flashback from a month ago where some prostitute was talking to some old man! It was the prostitute! Glitch nearly choked on air before recovering himself. He stared at her on the commercial….didn't that guy say he had some connections?

Glitch turned off his TV and leaned back crossing his arms sighing. Is that really all it took? All she had to do was sleep with him and….now she's a model. Glitch felt his grip tighten an thought "Is it really that easy?". Glitch was always hit on by a bunch of perverts in the streets….does all it really takes is a blowjob for him to get noticed? There were bunch of men out there who wanted Glitch, one of them was bound to have connections to a dance manager or better yet! A dance CAPTAIN! Glitch felt his body shake and had a hard time holding back a smile. Could it really be that easy? Then Glitch finally realized what he was thinking he should do and scratched his head in frustration with himself.

Glitch wasn't a fucking whore! And 2nd of all he was an inexperienced virgin! He wouldn't even know what he was doing! Glitch sighed and felt his hopes drop, he couldn't believe he was actually thinking that was all he had to do, to get noticed. And it was not like glitch to drop so low to get noticed! Glitch shook his head ashamed of himself.

But then again…that prostitute did it….why couldn't he? Glitch sat up again and thought about it "maybe I would only have to do it one or maybe two times tops….then ill get NOTICED that's all I really want anyways it's not like I'm going to be blowing every manager I meet. Once I get noticed the rest will fall in place" Glitch determined. Glitch lowered his eyes and decided he`ll go to the dance studio tomorrow….and hopefully run into somebody important.

Glitch looked at himself in the Dance studios reflection to make sure he didn't look too stupid. Glitch wore a white button down T-Shirt that he um 'borrowed' from Wal-Mart. Some jean shorts, one of his favorite necklaces and his hair was gelled up, which he did on special occasions only. Glitch nervously pulled the collar of his shirt open a bit. Did he look Cute or Slutty? Was it even slutty? Or did it just look bad on him. Glitch sighed and took a deep breath and gulped when he walked into the dance studio with his 'meeting' with the head of Dance Studio. "Sure hope this works" Glitch thought taking the elevator to the very top floor.

END 4 now anywayz