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I couldn't leave everyone without this story for long. I've done a little cleaning up in the beginning, but I don't have the time to do anymore with everything going on in my life. IF you see the story, MAIN STREET by A.M. Hudspeth, that's me. I'm hoping that no one will even see the similarities because I've reworked so much of it!

Chapter 1 Money

Money was the root of all evil, or so they say. It's also the primary reason for standing in front of the gentleman's club on Fourth Avenue after my classes finished for the day.

Finally, I would be living my life the way I wanted. It was my freshman year of college, and I had moved four hours away from my parents to find my way in the world. My parents were great and supported every decision, I ever made, but I highly doubted either would be happy with my current decision.

My first semester tuition had been paid by my parents. That was all they could do for me. The remaining balance was left up to me. This proved to be a little trickier because I couldn't get financial assistance. Their combined income prevent me from getting anything more. Yet, they couldn't afford to pay for all of my education. It seemed that my mother enjoyed her credit cards and shopping more than one should. She had run her debit up so high that with the income she was making she still wasn't coming over her debit. was going to school to teach like my mother, or that was the intent. Charlie was brilliant. He did not linger and let me make my own choices, but sometimes you just had to go out on your own. That was how I found myself in my current situation. I had to find a job to manage the school. Charlie did not have money to pay for my college. A little hard work would never hurt anybody, but finding a job had been quite difficult. It would seem that all the other new college students here had taken all the jobs, so I was forced to look at different options. That was how I found myself to be standing in front of a gentle man's club.

They had a now hiring sign in the window, and I was hoping that they were just hired for the wait staff or a bartender. I thought this would be the best positions for me. I did not want to have to worry about telling the Chief that his daughter is a stripper. He would not be happy hearing that I take my clothes off for money. What daddy would like to hear his daughter is a stripper?

I open the door and walk in looking for the first person that would be able to guide me to the owner or at least the person doing the hiring. I walked up to the bar to wait.

"Hi, Welcome to La Cantante my name is Alice. Would you like something to drink?" The bartender had finally noticed I had been sitting here.

"Um, nothing actually my name is Bella Swan. I saw the sign out front and was wondering if I could put in an application or talk to the person who does the hiring." I tried to look the bartender right in the eye, making sure to exude confidence.

"You would need to speak with Aro; he is in his office. Follow me, I'll show you the way. If you need anything else just let me know." We stopped at an office door in the back of the club. Alice stepped into the doorway to introduce us.

"Excuse me, Aro? I would like to introduce Bella Swan; she is here about the sign that we have in the window." Aro stood up from his desk and walked around with us.

"Well, you may leave her here with me Alice. So, Ms. Swan what brings you into a business such as those inquiring about a position? You are not the usual kind of girl that comes to these places, whether it is for pleasure or for employment." He motioned me to move further into the office. I stood there somewhat confused; because I did not know how to formally, address him. He had not exactly given me a name.

"I was terribly rude, please, excuse me. My name is Aro Volturi," he stated, while extending his hand for me to shake or at least I thought. He proceeded to pull my hand to his lips to plant a kiss on it. "It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Swan."

"Mr. Volturi it is a pleasure to meet you, too." I tried to flirt a little knowing that this might pay off in the end."The reason for me inquiring about this job is easy. I am a freshman at UW. All the other jobs in the area seem to have been taken by another freshman of the student body. You had a sign, and I am in need of employment while I attend college."

"I see. What kind of job would you be interested in?" He was circling me because he had not asked me to sit down yet. He was also giving me the creeps, looking me up and down. I couldn't help but blush from the looks he was giving me. I wondered what was going on in his head. He was intimidating me, which caused me to stare at the floor. Was he sizing me up?

"I was hoping that maybe you had something waitress wise or perhaps a bartending position," I stated these as my preferred choices. However, I should have known that becoming a dancer would be higher paying. You see I did not see myself as pretty; in fact, I am homely, oddly normal, nothing to see here. I have brown hair, brown eyes, and a slim body. Some might even argue that I am too thin considering that double zeros are hard to find, and some zeros did not fit as well. I did well to weight a hundred pounds wringing wet. Aro interrupted my mental analyzing.

"I hope you would consider a different position here. We are in need of dancers, and with the right training, I think you would be perfect. You see Ms. Swan you are what we call the "Girl Next Door." The one that every man would love to have but never has the guts. You are the best friend that everyone wants, but they are still too chicken to ask." I just stared at him thinking that maybe he had lost his ever loving mind, but he continued. "There are other types of women around Ms. Swan I know you have seen the types before the tomboy, the Barbie dolls, the plus sized, and so forth. I like to have a collection here, and you would be an excellent choice. I have one of every type of women with the exception of you." I was totally, stunned into silence. "So, would you be interested in dancing for me here?"

I stood there weighing my options: I didn't have to tell Charlie, in fact, I didn't have to see him much; I did need the money; as long as the dancing stayed clean, then nothing should interfere with my long-term goals; and just maybe the training that he was talking about will bring some confidence for my overall shyness.

"I have few questions Mr. Volturi…," waiting for his permission to proceed.

"Yes."

"Tell me about the training that I would have to do?"

"I want you to start with pole dancing lessons, yoga classes, and strength training. In addition to the classes, I also want you on a diet so to speak. I want to add a little weight to you, and doing the classes will help add weight in the right areas." I would not mind the classes, and even putting on a few pounds. I have tried forever to gain a little weight and have been unsuccessful.

"How much would I make?"

"For the first three months you will be training with a personal trainer. They will report to me, you will make ten dollars an hour during this part of your training. The second month you are here at the club, along with your exercise regimen. During this time, you will also learn how to tend bar and serve, just if you are ever needed in those areas. You will make three dollars an hour plus tips, I will say that the better you are the more money you earn. Learn how to flirt too. The third month you will assist the housemother here with the other girls. The housemother fixes costumes, applies makeup, and usually does whatever is needed. You will help with whatever she assigns you to do. She will also be the one to see when you are ready for the stage, and she will make the final call. During this time, you will be making at least twenty dollars an hour." So far, the training and wages did not seem that awful.

"Mr. Volturi, I only have a few more concerns that I would like to discuss. The first being, my education, I do want to finish school. Will this be a problem? The other concern I have is will this hurt my future career in any way, or form?"

"Ms. Swan as long as you keep the housemother in the know she is the one who makes the schedules for the dancers. Alice is the head bartender while doing your training, and she would be the one that deals with the servers and the bartenders. Let me also tell you that you are not the only young woman attending college here. We will try to accommodate your classes. In regards, to your career choice, well, we will figure that out in due time. You might change your mind next month or next year. By the time you graduate, you may no longer work here or you might have changed your career; then you wouldn't have to worry about this venue on your application or resume." He just wrapped everything up in a nice, neat bow. It made my decision a bit easier.

"Yes, Mr. Volturi, I will take the position here," I said, smiling; at least I would have a job. I could tell my father that I was a bartender or a server. I mean what was the difference between working at Hooters and working here. They all show skin to a degree.

"Very good Ms. Swan the first thing I would like to say is, Welcome. The rules here are simple; in fact, there is only one rule. Do not sleep with the clients. Lead them on, flirt with them, and make them think that they are the most important person here, but never sleep with them. Are we understood?"

"Yes," I responded. The one rule of the club was not a problem. I was not planning to lose my virginity anytime soon anyways.