Hi everyone I got some really good feedback on this story so far. I'm really happy that you're intrigued. This chapter is really heavy, it's Emily's rock bottom and I know what I'm doing to myself when I post this. Lol, poor Emily, but give it a read, tell me what you think in the reviews or tweet me, I love you guys! Enjoy :)

Emily's POV

I woke up to Samara bringing in McDonald's breakfast. I make money every night but we agree to save mine to pay the rent to live in this shit hole. Samara doesn't get her paycheck until tomorrow, so we don't have any money for groceries right now. We can't afford nice things that are typically in a household, but somehow we manage to get by every month on $300 a week.

"Hey, I got you your favorite." She smiled.

"Thank you, I really appreciate this." I said quietly.

She sighed. "I wish you could just be a bartender like me at the club. I don't like that they gave you a job that's so degrading as-"

"I know, okay? It would be better if I was a bartender, but we only have one car and that was the only position the owner was willing to give me. I can handle a degrading job just fine." I snapped.

Her face fell after my outburst. "I'm sorry Em.."

"I didn't mean to snap at you, you didn't do anything wrong. Unfortunately, a more respectable job doesn't keep a roof over our head so if you could please not talk about my job, I'd appreciate it."

We ate our breakfast in silence after that.

Samara and I work at a lesbian nightclub called Pyramids, Samara works as a bartender and I'm...well a stripper. I don't know anyone in this town, but if I had to explain my job to someone, I'd tell them I'm a dancer. It's too humiliating to explain to anyone that I take my clothes off for a living.

I have ideas that one day someone is going to like me for who I am, but those thoughts are quickly dismissed from my head. Who would ever want to be with me? I don't have much going for myself, I don't have my own car, or a nice apartment, or a respectable job, how can I ever think someone would respect me?

Samara's POV

It's not fair to see your best friend in pain. Emily is the sweetest, kindest, and most caring person I know. Ever since her life was ripped out underneath her with this whole situation with her parents and everything else that's happening, it's almost like she's barely living a life. She eats maybe once a day, she sleeps for hours and still wakes up tired, she's miserable doing this job and it pains me to see these gross girls groping at her like she's a piece of meat.

I hope she'll one day give up stripping and realize her self worth, we've been doing this for two years now. I pray that an angel will one day stumble into the club and sweep Emily off her feet. Maybe it's wishful thinking, but I think Emily could have a happy ending. Hopefully someone who would treat her with dignity and respect.

But where can you find someone like that?

Emily's POV

Eventually it's time to go to work and an hour into my shift I see my regular walk through the door. I internally sigh as she takes me to the VIP Section.

"What's got you so down? I pay you a lot of money to act lke you enjoy being with me." She spat.

"Sorry, what do you want?"

She smirked "Just the regular from you."

I bite my lip and nod as I start to grind my hips into this woman and allow her to grope at my breasts and my ass. Suddenly she grasps a huge handful of my hair and starts pulling.

"Say my name." She demands.

"I don't even know your name." I replied icily.

"It's Paige. Now fucking say it."

"You know, I can have you tossed out of here for talking to me like-" I stop talking as soon as I see the amount of money in her hand.

"That's $5,000 dollars, it's yours only if you have sex with me."

"Fine." I get up and start to take her out of the VIP Section.

"Nope. Right here, right now." She glared at me.

"Fine." I replied in defeat.

What am I doing?

When my shift was over I had made almost $6,000 and lost all my dignity. I feel so dirty and I just want to scrub my skin until I can no longer feel her gross hands on me anymore. I got into the car and pulled up so I could wait for Samara.

"Em? Are you okay? You were out of there in like ten seconds flat!"

I just dropped the amount of money I made on her lap and started to drive, holding in my tears, as she counted it.

"Emily, there's $5,950 dollars here...how on earth did you make this much money?" She asked softly.

"Oh, I just sold the last of my dignity for $5,000, Samara," my voice started to crack "I had sex with my regular for five grand."

"Oh my gosh, she made you do this?" Her eyes widened in sympathy. "She's a pig, I can't believe she made you have sex with her for five thousand dollars. Her morals and values are so low that she's not worth a single penny, are you okay?"

"...as okay as I'll ever be, I just wanna go home and take a shower. I feel so dirty." I bit my lip as my eyes watered.

"Emily...I'm so sorry."

"I'm a fucking whore..." I started to cry in front of someone for the first time.

"Em, pull over," once I pulled over she took my face in her hands "listen to me, you aren't a whore. Those things arent even supposed to happen in the VIP section. Do you want me to report her?"

"There's no point!" I shouted "I accepted the bribe and I could get fired for that, neither of us can afford to get fired" I sobbed.

"Em Bear, we're gonna have security not let her into the club anymore. Would that make you feel better? I know it would make me feel good if she wasn't ever allowed in there again. It's already a tough line of work without her to further complicate things."

I nodded my head. "Okay, but how?"

She sighed deeply. "We'll figure that out sooner or later."

Poor Emily :(

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