Chapter 1

Ally's POV

Just one more month till I turn 18 and can get a share in the hotel without having to work in it. I can go do what I love-dancing. I've been going to the local burlesque show every Saturday since my 17th birthday, thanks to a fake ID and my crazy friend Trish. Ever since that first show 11 months ago I've known that I want to dance. Okay it might not just be the dancing that keeps me coming back, the most attractive bartender works there. Every. Saturday. Night. His blonde hair, his chocolate brown eyes and oh, gosh, his hands-they are massive. And you know what they say about guys with big hands. If you know what I mean.

"Ally!" my father, Lester shouts from the living room.

"What is it daddy?" I ask, coming out of my bedroom with my dressing gown on, covering the hot pants and sheer top I'm wearing to the club tonight.

"I'm going away to Las Vagas for a week to check on the hotel up there. You gonna be okay by yourself?"

"This isn't the first time you've left me on my own for a week. You know I'm gonna be fine." I reply in a reassuring voice.

"Great! My flight leaves in an hour, but the flight back doesn't land till Sunday morning. So I'll see you around lunchtime."

"Okay. Bye dad. Love you." I say in my innocent daughter voice. Oh what he doesn't know. My dad leaves with his hold-all and I call Trish.

Half an hour later she's standing at the door wearing a tight low cut black dress, which barely covers her ass.

"Hey whore!" I say with a giggle.

"Hey slut, you ready to go?" she replies.

"Yeah, just let me grab my purse, although I doubt we'll be paying for any of our drinks." Seriously i think we've had to pay for two drinks since we started going.

"Very true Dawson, very true." Trish laughs.

We go out the back door as we usually do, if any of the employees saw me I'd be dead meat. The club's only 7 blocks away so we're there in about 10 minutes. We get in no bother and head straight for the bar, since the show doesn't start for another 20 minutes. We stand at the bar chatting when a certain blonde haired bartender comes over.

Austin's POV

The club's mostly filled with middle aged men sitting in groups of two or three and there's a group of around 10 women who look in their early 30's. Work was pretty until two Saturday night regulars come in, their IDs say they're 21 but they only look about 18. Let's just say I hope they're only 18 because daaaym they are hot. One is a short Latina girl with curly brown-black hair and brown eyes, the other is short too but she has lighter brown wavy hair and big doe brown eyes, she's so small and petite but man how I would love to do some nasty things to her. They walk over to the bar, I leave them for a few minutes before going over to serve them.

"Good evening ladies, what can I get you?" I ask them in my usual bartending voice.

"I'll have a Sex on the Beach" said the wavy haired girl.

"And I'll have a Cosmopolitan." The Latina finished.

"Right away ladies." I say winking in the brunette's direction.

She looked especially sexy tonight with a sheer cream top on and black hot pants. I could see her red lace bra and when she bent over after 'dropping' her purse I saw the top of her matching red lace thong. Focus Moon, focus. She's just another girl. After handing the drinks over the brunette reaches for her purse. I grab her wrist to stop her.

"This one's on the house, just tell me your names...and give each other a kiss. A proper one on the lips. I mean I would do it myself but there's a no kissing hot costumers rule and I need a bit of entertainment before the show starts." I say as seductively as I can. It must've worked because the next thing I know the girls are making out. They break apart and the Latina turns towards me.

"I'm Trish by the way."

Then the brunette does something I did not expect. She grabs me by the tie and pulls me towards her, so she can whisper in my ear.

"How 'bout I just give you my number and you can call me sometime." Her hot breath causing shivers to travel down my spine, my breath hitching.

"Or we could cut to the chase and you can come home with me after the show tonight." I whisper, my voice husky.

"Sweetie, don't push your luck." She rolls up my shirt sleeve and gets a pen from her purse.

I look down and see what she's written on my forearm:

Ally Dawson

455-0121-978-23

xxx

"Well I'll see you later Ally Dawson, Trish." I say as they walk over and get a table before the show starts.

So review and tell me what you think. This is my first attempt at writing and fanfic but I've been hooked for a while. Anyways I've got the 2nd chapter written but I'm not gonna put it up until tomorrow just to see how y'all like the story. I apologize if it's rubbish as I said first time writer. I will try to update as often as possible but I have an essay to write on Atticus Finch from To Kill A Mockingbird, seriously it's gonna be the death of me.