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Tifa stuffed the last garment in the duffel bag she had and zipped it close. She put the bag over her shoulder, turned off the lights and walked out her room. While walking to the front door, her father walked through it. They looked at each other for a quick second. She didn't stop walking.

"Tifa..." he started to say. His voice sounded tired, maybe from working from early this morning. She looked at him. "...don't stay out too late..." He wouldn't dare ask her where she was going nor did he really care. 'You mean come back whenever the hell I feel like? Sure.' She said to herself. She could come home whenever she felt like it and he wouldn't even care. She nodded and walked out the door.

Tifa stood alone in the dressing room wearing very revealing clothing. Loud but muffled music could be heard. Zack was texting her and he suggested that he would pick her up when she finished 'babysitting' and that she should come to his house.

Tifa:
No

Zack:
I am picking you up and that's FINAL!

Tifa:
'I had to babysit, REMEMBER?'

Zack:
'idc! Why do you work anyway? Ur old man is RICH AS FUCK.'

She smiled at Zack's stupidity. She started to send another text but heard the dressing room door open.

"Hello Jessica." She looked behind her to see a short and fat man, Don Corneo. He was the owner of the Honeybee Inn, a place where Tifa worked as one of the dancers. 'Would it kill you to knock?' Tifa thought. Good thing she was dressed. He looked up and down her half revealed body.

"Um...hi...sir..." Tifa nervously said. 'Why does he have to stare at me like that?'

"No use for formality, dear." he walked up to her. "I haven't gotten a chance to get to…know you like the rest of the dancers." He said while touching her thigh. 'That's because I avoid you at all costs, old man.'

A dancer named Courtney warned Tifa about him. "Stay away from him, Jessica. Try not to be alone with him." Courtney said. "Don likes young girls like you and he'll do whatever it takes to have you."

Tifa took note of the memory. "Really? Haven't really crossed my mind." She said uncomfortably as she slowly moved away from his grip.

Suddenly, the dressing room door opened again and a petite brunette walked in. "Tifa, what are you doing? It's getting busy out here. We need someone at table 5." She said. Tifa sighed of relief. Saved.

"Well, my duties calling." She zipped up her bag and left the horny geezer alone.

Tifa returned to the dressing room. She was working up a sweat from pole dancing. She needed to check her phone to see if Zack had given up on her. 'No luck there. 4 new messages.'

Zack:

Look at you ignoring me lol

I know you're there

Tifaaaaaaaaaa

Fine, Be that way. I'm still getting you at 2. The brats parents better be home by then.

She looked at the time. 1:37. Shit. Well, time for plan like C.

She exited the dressing room and made her way to the bar. She spotted the blond haired guy she wanted to talk to. "Hi, Eric." She greeted him with a smile.

"Hey Jess. What's up?" He put down the glass he was holding. "Another margarita?"

She shook her head. "Actually, I wanted to know if you were leaving soon. I kinda need to get home."

"Yeah, my shift ends at 2. Can you wait until then?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Thank you so much. I owe you one."

Tifa entered her house and ran upstairs. Her dad was probably sleeping. She took off her skirt and replaced them with skinny jeans. She then took of her jacket and top and replaced her belly ring with a stub. She put on a t shirt. Sitting on her bed, she tied a new pair of converse. She went into her enormous bathroom and started to remove her make up. She sent one more message to Zack that she was home.

Zack slowly caressed Tifa's thighs and nibbled on her bottom lip. She ran her hands through his black spikes. They laid on Zack's bed slowly making out. Zack's hand slowly moved up her thighs, reached for the button on her pants and tugged at it roughly.

Tifa gave a forced moan and pushed him off of her.

"Zack, we can't."

"Why not?" He towered over her again and placed hot kisses on her neck.

"Your dad…is here." She said between breaths.

"He's sleeping." He mumbled through her skin.

"What if he hears us?"

"You mean what if he hears you? You're so fucking loud." Tifa's face turned a slight shade of pink. "But it's not a bad thing. I like to know I am doing a good job." He brushed his lips against hers.

"You're horrible." She leaned in and kissed him again. "But really, we can't."

Zack sat up. "Okay, okay." He looked down at her. "Do you wanna stay here tonight?" To his delight she nodded. "Scoot over." Tifa went under the bed covers and Zack turned off the light and followed her. Tifa adjusted herself on his chest and closed her eyes.

"You smell like cologne." Zack said casually, eyes closed as well.

"Me?" Tifa opened her eyes.

"Who else would I be talking to?"

"No, I don't." Her eyes started to fill of worry. Even though she changed her clothes she still smelled like cologne from the couple of lap dances she did previously.

"Yeah, you do. What were you doing before?"

"Babysitting. You know that."

"…meh…" He replied in a 'yeah, sure' sarcastic tone.

"Zack, go to sleep." She just wanted the conversation to die. Tifa closed her eyes again wanting sleep to overcome her.

She hated lying to Zack.

But the truth is she didn't babysit. She works at the Honeybee Inn as a dancer named Jessica. She didn't make $50 a week; she made roughly $400 a night.

Tifa actually didn't mind the work. She only had to sacrifice the nights she was called in and suffer from going to sleep at 4 am and having school the next day. Ultimately, she made more money than if she worked anywhere else.

To the customers' dismay, she never actually stripped like the other dancers do but she did know how to put on a show and due to her cute face, perfect body and young age, she's one of the highest requested dancers. At first she would be nervous of older men watching her but, with the help of the other dancers; she got used to it and learned what sells. Just a few lap dances, teases on the pole, or if she got lucky, just some drinks with a party of guys who wanted to have a good night in one of the private rooms is enough to hit her quota for the night. Also, none of the customers are allowed to touch her without her consent.

No one knew. Not Yuffie. Not Aerith. Not Zack. Not her dad. Not her sister. Tifa couldn't even think what Zack's reaction would be if he found out. He was the jealous type, to put it lightly, and is always possessive of her.

But deep down inside, she really wanted him to know.

An: So i like owe everyone the biggest apology of life. I posted the first chapter like 2-3 years ago. *Bows head in shame* I don't really have an excuse but writers block. I started to write again when summer started but im not that good of a writer so it took me a while to adjust things and make sure it was readible. I started the next chapter so i hope its not gonna be a forever update.