Carefully reaching her flat palms towards her red and puffy eyes, the one and only Lucy Heartfilia groaned and threw her head back. She seriously wanted to vomit all over the place when she had seen her ''brand new'' stage dress. It was cheap as fuck. No kidding at all.

The top was a cheap black plastic push-up bra with slight lingerie with a deep v neck clearly showing off her cleavage. The bottom was a black transparent mini-skirt with silver glitter lazily decorating it. Beneath it there were a black lingerie string barely covering up her shaved pride.

Beneath that there were black transparent socks with a little glitter. On top of the socks there were some frilly black lingerie cloth covering up the straps which would connect with the lingerie cloth beneath the skirt, and to make it worse. The owner had bought her plastic devil horns.

She really hated the good damn job. No she didn't see herself as a slut nor whore. She didn't even think so about the other co workers who practically danced naked. Carefully she picked up a wet cloth piece and brought it closer to her eyes that had been sending off a salty liquid earlier.

Now she were studying herself in the mirror and preparing herself for being sexually grouped by the visitors whom seemed enjoyed throwing away money on half naked women dancing and thrusting against a pole.

She never admitted it herself before since she were completely convinced that she was a ugly misleading piece of flesh and blood whom were a mistake made by her parents on behalf that the master of condoms broke.

Staring at herself in the reflection of the mirror with a poker face she carefully placed her left palm onto the glass and sighted. With a bittersweet smile she picked up the circular shaped golden box and threw a quick glance towards the letters before she threw it onto the bed behind her.

Quickly and experienced she slid the tight jeans off her waist and threw them away somewhere in the room. Not really caring where they would land. Slowly she made sure the lingerie cloth also was off, and did the same to the top and the lingerie bra which she wore under it. Now finally standing completely nude in the room she grabbed the box and slowly opened it.

The box was filled with a glossy white cream mixed with silver and deep turquoise pigmented glitter fleeces. Quickly she dipped her hand in the smooth cream and rubbed it into her skin. This was the usual routine for Lucy before she went on stage. In fact it was the policy of this cheap place to have glittery skin while performing.

When she was done she sat down onto a comfortable stool and once again stared at herself into the mirror. ''Whatcha lookin' at?'' she sighed and flicked a black rogue case open as she grabbed a smooth brush at the end and drew her cheeks in, leaving the figures of the cheekbones left. Slowly and smoothly she drew the powder along the cheekbones. When she was done with the rogue she continued with her make-up session.

When she finally was happy with the result of the make-up she continued onwards with the hair. While looking at herself in the mirror she decided to instead leaving it straight she wanted to curl it. Carefully picking up a few hair strands she twisted them and let them go once again.

Giving a quick glance on the wooden table Lucy picked up the hair protection spray with the name 'bed hair'. Slowly she sprayed it on her hair and a little in her palms as she drew the fingers through her hair and smoothed it out.

Quickly she decided to use her curling iron with the clear favorite brand BaByliss.

After a hour of curling the hair she picked up a coconut smelling hairspray to keep it content. Being the lazy brat she was she lazily sprayed it around her crania and put It down again. Finally she spun around on the stool as she glared towards her 'new' stage clothes; sure as hell they freaked her out and disgusted her, but she knew she would need to wear them.

Standing up from the comfy stool she paced over to the bed and started off with the lingerie, soon following with the rest. When the clothes finally were on she threw her head back before kneeling down to drag the zippers up for her high heeled shoes.

When the clothing task was done she once again walked towards the wooden desk and picked up a black rubber band to tie a part of her hair up on the left side of her. Which also were called her signature hairstyle.

Suddenly there were loud and hard banging's on the wooden door and she immediately knew it was the owner who had come to fetch her. Casually she picked up the plastic horns and paced towards the wooden door.

Sucking in a breath for a brief moment only to let it out again; she put on a poker face and took a firm grip around the door knob as she pushed it open. And as she had predicted outside the door the owner impatiently poked his nose while waiting for the young teenager to come out. Getting disgusted and shocked by the sight she twitched her eyebrows for a brief moment as Lucy busted past the man. –''Blonde beauty'' the owner paused to catch her attention before walking away. Annoyed Lucy turned around to meet the man's threatening glare as she placed her hand on the hip and rose a eyebrow.

''We have a special guest here today so I expect you to be on top behavior; no shitty attitude like usual, capísci?'' he asked and Lucy slowly nodded before she turned around completely ignoring the rest of his words.

Sighting to herself she stepped up on a small platform which was blocked with a white thin wall which on the other side only showed her black silhouette. Doing her normal routine to calm her nerves she repeated counting to ten a couple of times while sucking air in and breathing it out again. When the song rebel yell by Billy idol started playing she shook her body a few times while ignoring the bitch glares the other strippers gave her.

Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor
She said "Come on baby I got a license for love
And if it expires pray help from above"

The moment the chorus started she stepped out on the long platform stretching across the room and ending with a circle where a pole stuck up from the floor. But right as she were about to start the owner commanded her to step down from the stage. With relief she slowly thought that the owner actually 'had a heart', but she immediately dropped the thought when she saw the person behind him.

. did Igneel Dragneel do in a cheap ass strip club. Before the owner was able to utter a single word Lucy dragged him aside and angrily whispered into his ear. ''What the fuck is Igneel Dragneel doin' here?!'' she yell-whispered. ''Listen, take him to one of the private rooms he said he wanted a lap-dance'' he angrily responded and shoved her aside as he turned back to Igneel and pointed towards a empty room.

Lucy turned around and put her second finger in the air while flirtingly commanded him to follow; but when she turned around her expression immediately dropped and she wanted to vomit, this was disgusting, Lucy thought to herself.

When they finally arrived after a long awkward walk through a massive crowd of men reeking of alcohol and strippers grinding against them, they finally arrived at the private room which had curtains covering the door frame.

Carefully she pushed the curtains aside and stepped into the room with dim lights as she pushed out a stool right across the room so she could sit eye to eye with the man. Carefully Lucy sat down onto the stool and gazed into Igneel's eyes waiting for him to speak.

But since he kept silent and an awkward tension began to rose; ''Alright, just so you know I won't give you a lap dance. Those things freak me out and disgust me''. Now Lucy seriously got curious and annoyed since Igneel started to chuckle at her comment.

''Lucy Heartfilia'' the man spoke with his cheerful yet deep voice and surprising the young woman. Wait how the hell did he know my name? Lucy asked herself before raising an eyebrow still focusing on the conversation.

''I know what you in fact are 20 years old a runaway and have been illegally working here since you were 16 years old''. Igneel ended leaving Lucy dumbfounded. ''Are you blackmailing me?'' Lucy questioned straightening her position and intensely stared into the males eyes.

''No my dear, you have potential. Dance potential and passion for it as far I can see''. He finished once again leaving the young woman confused but still focused. ''I have an offer'' he paused and waited for the woman's expression which only were turned into a stern poker face.

''I want you to follow me to my mansion. I will let you attend a college as long as you take care of my son; Natsu Dragneel'' Igneel finally finished. Lucy was left in an indescribable expression as the last words had left his lips. ''Why the hell would you chose a twenty-year old pole thrusting woman as a babysitter?'' Lucy paused and thought for a minute before continuing; ''Why the hell did you come here in the first place?'' she asked once again leaving the male chuckling.

''1. My son is twenty-two and is studying in college. 2. I randomly picked you, sorry if I wasted your time Miss Heartfilia'' he finished and grinned. Lucy thought about it for a minute, why did a twenty-two year old even need a babysitter? She asked herself and sighted. She would get to study in a college, live in a mansion and she would get away from this disgusting place.

Finally Lucy decided; if she would be able to get away from here she would absolutely accept it. Throwing her head back for at least the third time this day she sighted and faced him again.

''I accept''.
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*Authors Note*

WAAAH! This is my first time writing a fanfiction so hope you will like it! And as you can see the lovely cover of this story is made by kasukiii on deviantart.

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