Freddie's POV
I still remember when Sam and I broke up. I still love her, but I had a lot of problems. I was experimenting with drugs and my mom was with a guy who abused us... I couldn't tell Sam that though.
I remember the next day, Sam came to Carly's with a tattoo. She had a black butterfly on her hip. I started calling her 'Butterfly' for a while because of it.
She told everyone that it was a symbol that she was going to be free.
After that day, things haven't been the same between the three of us. Sam and Carly are still really close, but I got into a group of nerds. As much as I respect their brains, they're still a group of perverts. That's why we're visiting a strip club downtown tonight. Fake ID's can get you anything.
The nerds and I walked in and saw about 7 girls dancing on poles in their underwear. 5 girls were walking around naked and giving guys lap dances. I thought they were supposed have something on, but turns out this was different. The girls here had rooms to take guys to.
One girl had a special room. Her room was set up for guys to pay her for sex, she had toys, a couch, and a bed. Guys could pay her for whatever they wanted.
I only caught a few glimpses of her, but from what I could see, she was beautiful and extremely young. She couldn't of been over the age of 20. If that.
Sam's POV
"Sammy, honey... Come let me wash your hair. Please?" His voice flooded the small apartment.
"Sorry, Marcus. I have to get back home." I whispered back.
"I can't wait til you're 18." I sighed. I knew this was true. It would only be a year and a half before that time came. I couldn't believe where my life had taken me. I grabbed my jacket and walked into the night. Reaching into my pocket for a cigarette and my lighter, I quickly lit it and inhaled the sweet nicotine.
I can't believe that at the age of 16 I had already had more experience than that of a 40 year old.
I kept walking until I was finally home.
Freddie's POV
Something about Rayne, I learned that was the girls name, intrigued me. I had to get to know her. So I did something crazy, I paid 300 dollars for an hour of sex.
I couldn't believe I did it, but I had to.
"So, sexy. What do you want to do with me?" Her sultry voice rang in my ears.
"I just want to talk..." I whispered.
"We don't do that here..." She was shocked...
"Well then, let's do whatever it is I paid for." I said this amazingly effortlessly as she started undressing us... I knew I would talk to her later.