Written By: Summer Carlisle
Disclaimer: Although I doubt these disclaimers make any difference, it can't hurt. I own only the new plot ideas seen here, not the characters or place names or anything else.
Setting: A bit after Harry&Co leave Hogwarts, not HBP/DH compatible
Rating: M
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Language/violence/sexual situations
Note: OOC somewhat, I know. Also, very old and in need of updating.
Chapter one
"Name?" a thin lady with her bleach blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail asked in voice that clearly said she had done this too many times for her liking.
"Virginia Lawrence," the girl replied quietly.
"Age?"
"Eighteen."
"Mr. Brackner will see you now. Last door on the right," the secretary said tiredly. The girl made her way down the dark hallway. The whole building smelled like alcohol, drugs, and sex. She found the proper door and knocked.
"Come in, come in," said a voice from inside. The girl walked into what was a very small, dim office. The only light came from a weak lamp sitting on a desk behind which sat Mr. Brackner. Mr. Brackner was a hefty man, not overweight however. He appeared to be in his early to mid thirties and was smoking a large cigar.
"My name is Virginia Lawrence," the girl said. The man motioned to a chair in front of the desk and she sat down.
"And you would like a job as a dancer, correct?" he said, putting out the cigar and placing his hands carefully in his lap.
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"Why?" This was not a question she had expected. She came prepared to tell them her name, age, measurements, and other general information. Why? Why was she there? She had to get money somehow. She was living on her own, having shunned the life she used to lead, and desperately needed money. She had no one to ask for the money, she had no one to help her. All her friends had started ignoring her when she announced she didn't want to 'be like them'. Why would she? The whole world filled with despair and destruction, who would want to be like them? Being like them pulled her directly into the front line of fighting. Thing is, Ginny Weasley did not want to fight.
"I need money," she said, shame-faced.
"I see. Okay, you can start working tonight, if you wish," he said simply.
"Really? Is that all there is to it? I just start?" she asked, astonished.
"Yes, you can have one of the other girls show you how to dance. You could start as a waitress tonight though."
"Alright. I want to begin now, if that's alright," she said timidly. Had she really lowered herself to this level? Giving out a fake name and age so she could pole dance for a bunch of guys who either didn't have a wife or girlfriend, or wasn't excited by her anymore? I have to live somehow. She told herself. How else was she going to get a job? She wasn't qualified for anything in this world. She only had her education from their type. That would not get her far out in this place. So far away from everyone she used to know, even love, yet so very close to them. They lived in the city, just a few streets away. They would never discover she was there though. They would never look for her in a muggle erotic dancer bar.