A Rebel Love Story
A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter as much as the last one. I know that it can seem a little weird, but this is what I like and it spoke to me in an unusual and peculiar way. Hope you all like this chapter. Enjoy it!
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Chapter 2
Recap: I stared at her as she began dancing on the silver pole like I've never seen anyone move before. It was pretty incredible. I've never seen anyone move like that before, not in my entire life. She moved effortlessly across the stage. Her hips moved in a really sexy sort of way. When the clothes started coming off, I looked away and averted my attention to the door for some reason. This is one hell of a way to spend my first day out of juvie. When I did, I caught sight of something that just made the air in my throat freeze.
All the backround noise was just tuned out when I saw him. All I could hear was the pounding of my own heart. It felt like it threated to beat out of my chest. He didn't look that much older than me, probably 18 maybe 19. He was built a little skinny, but you could tell that he was strong as hell. His hair was jet black and eyes were as blue as the ocean depths. His arms were covered in these weird, exotic lookin tattoo things that were as black a night against his pale skin. Unusual, but very cool.
His friend came in behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder which made him turn and look at him. He gave his friend this very, probably meant to be casual, smile. But there wasn't anything casual about it. To me it was sexy as hell. And it takes a lot of sexy to make me drool.
His friend was about the same height as him and maybe a little thinner than him. This person had almost a pale blonde hair color and light eyes. You could tell that he wasn't from around here by the shape of them. His arms were also covered with the same unusual markings like on the other guys skin.
I must have stared a little too long because all of a sudden they both turned and caught me staring. Both of them gave me a quriked eyebrow and a smile that could have been mistaken for one that held devious intentons. As quickly as I could, I averted my gaze away and finished wiping out a glass with a towel. The guy with the black hair jerked his chin towards the bar and started talking to his friend. I couldn't catch anything that they were saying because the music was way too lound to hear anything.
I snuck a small side glance and found them heading towards the bar. One staring right at me.
I sort of frenzied around looking for Jessamine, but she had some how disappeared on me, without warning.
" Oh shit.." I mumbled under my breath. "Here they come."
Sitting down right in front of me, the guy with the black hair raked his eyes up and down my body as if trying to imagine what's underneath. There really wasn't much to imagine because this outfit basically showed off everything.
The leather pants were so tight that they could have been painted onto my skin and the corset, well, it gave me a curvier, sexier shape and bigger tits. Other than that, the corset stopped about an inch above my belly button, so my belly ring was showing and my tattoo that was right on my lower back. Sexy right?
"Whatcha servin tonight, Angel?" was he talkin to me?! And who in the name of all that is good and pure in this world gave this.. this.. idiot the right to call me Angel?! Well two can play this game.
"Wouldn't you like to know." I looked at his friend. "What can I getcha?"
"White Russian sounds good. Thanks." he offered me an easy smile unlike his friend.
I didn't know many mixed drinks, but White Russians I knew how to make. Pouring it into a glass I set it back down in front of him. Turning back to the guy with black hair.
"Now if you're done with all the questions, I'd be glad to get ya somthin'." I told him as I leaned on the counter.
"I have so many more questions. Curiousity isn't such a bad thing ya know." he retorted.
"Haven't you ever heard of how curiousity killed the cat?" I asked in an innocent voice.
"Actually I have. I prefer to believe that curiousity is good for the world and not just killing cats." Did this guy think that he was being funny or somethin' ?
"Last chance. What can I getcha to drink?" I asked a little irratated.
" Give me 2 shots of straight up coconut vodka and a round of absniths for us." he smirked. He fucking smirked? Jackass...
"Fine." I poured the two shots of vodka and set them down in front of him. "I'll be back with the absniths." I headed to the back hoping to find Jesse. Looking around the parking, I found her in the corner talking on her phone. This is what she's been doing for the past 20 minutes?!
"Jess, two guys wantt absniths and I can't make those." I called.
"Alright I'm comin'." she shoved her phone into her pocket and walked back inside with me.
"You and I need to sit down and have a couple lessons on mixed drinks if you want to survive here with me." Grabbing two glasses she began pouring this clear liquid into the glass and set these metal plates with holes on top of the glass. Putting these things that looked like little round sponges on top she lit a match on the counter and lit them on fire. After 30 seconds, the guys tipped the sponges into the vodka and did a classical toast before downing the whole thing in a gulp.
"Excellent as always Jessamine." blondie complemented to Jess.
"Thank you very much James Carstairs." she said sarcastically.
"Please, call me Jem."
"You're a dork. You know that?" she asked and he just laughed. She looked at me and gave me the small deer in the headlights look. "Shit I forgot to introduce you. Jem, Will, this is my cousin Theresa. Theresa, this is Jem and Will."
"Damn it Jess. I thought I told you not to call me that. I hate that damn name." Looking back to Jem and Will. "Theresa is my real name, but I hate it with every fiber of my being. I prefer Tessa. Do you frequent this place a lot?" I asked.
"Yup. Every chance we get, you'll either find us at the Institute or here. My name's James Carstairs, but everyone calls me Jem by the way. " What the hell is the Institute?
"Nice to meet you. And you?" I asked Will.
"Name's William Herondale. Everybody calls me Will."
"Are you just filling in for someone or is this going to be a perminate job with Jessamine?" Jem asked.
"Most likely perminate." I looked over at Will. "What have a rendered you speechless now?" I asked all sarcasic and smart ass like.
"No. Just trying to figure out where this sexy lady has been hiding all this time." Smart ass.
"I haven't been hiding anywhere. You just never noticed me."
"I see. I just don't see your kind here often. You're tattooed and pierced, but look like an angel." I rolled my eyes and wiped out the absnith glasses.
"Why the hell must you call me Angel? You know my real name so start using it."
"Okay fine Theresa." I glared at him. Asshole.
"You so know that's not the name I gave you." I really do hate that name. I leaned over the counter so that my face was just an inch from his. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, but also leather and a mischevious glimmer. Lifting my chin with his finger my stared straight into my eyes.
"Easy girl. No harm was meant. I just wanted to get to know you better Tessa." I pulled my head back. Hearing my name come off a pair of lips like that, well,..nevermind.
"Maybe you should start using some words instead of staring at my ass."
"Come on, Tessa. You can't dress like that and not expect me to look. Besides it's a nice ass." You're an ass. A very dumb smart ass. He laughed at my blush and headed straight for the bathroom.
"Don't think much of Will's comments. He's like that with everybody, including me."
"Does he always act like this?" I asked Jem.
"Pretty much. I've learned not to take it to heart or let it get to me. I suggest you do the same. Despite his outer shell, underneath, he's really a lot different. Just give him some time."
"Thanks for the advice." I mumbled.
"So how'd someone like you end up here in this place?" he asked.
"Hmm, that's not a story I'm ready to let the world know yet."
"I see." He looked at me understandingly. How is someone this nice friends with that.. that jackwagon?
Jem was so nice and kind. Even with his extremely pale hair and eyes he's still very good looking. There's just something about Will and his black hair and blue eyes that just drives me nuts! I even have yet to see this sweet side of this idiot and I'm already frustrated with him. This is so not good.
"Flirting with our new bartender now, are we James?" Will's voice came out of nowhere.
"No. Not really. Just a civil conversation between two people." He replied to Will's question. Then they just started to ignore my presence all together as they started tiffing.
I felt my phone vibrate in the back pocket of my pants. Stepping away from the two boys and their pity fight.
'Jessamine' was on the screen. Unlocking the phone and answering it. "Hello?"
"Tessa, I need you to come back stage, like, right now. Its an emergency!" Jesse's voice came over the phone in a frenzy.
"Its gonna be okay, Jess. I'm on my way back." I hadn't even noticed that she fricken disappeared again! DAMN! I need to work on my game.
Rushing out from behind the bar, I ran to the door on the right side by the stage that said "Backstage; Private; Employees Only!" Entering the door, I came to a small hallway with a door cracked at the end of it. Running down the hallway, I find Jesse and another girl sitting on the other side of a brightly lit room. This reminded me of a dressing room, minus all the racks of clothing. I look around the room and find a closet wide open that's huge and filled to the brim with clothes and shoes.
And I thought this place couldn't suprise me anymore, It goes and proves me wrong.
"Tessa, thank god you're here! Christine fell and broke her leg and can't perform tonight. Sooo."
Oh God. I think I know where this is going, but I don't like it. No at all. "What?" Unsurness is laced in my voice.
"Please? You're our only hope of making it through the rest of this night."
"Jessamine! Are you crazy? I can't pole dance-"
"Tessa? Christine isn't a pole dancer. She's a private stripper and a lap dancer."
"Oh no. OH HELL NO! I do not publically strip so why would I strip privately for some man whores? And I certainly am not going to be giving any lap dances any time soon!" I knew that thiswas coming!
I hadn't noticed Charlotte standing at the far wall talking to somebody. "Tessa, if you do this I will give you this bartending job and I will triple your check for this night. Please Tessa we need you to do this and it will only be for one night."
"So if I strip and lap dance for complete strangers you'll triple my check for tonight and give me my bartending job?" I can't believe I'm contemplating this or even considering it. "How many clients are there?" I ask.
"Christine is a top notch stripper and lap dancer so she has a pretty big client list, so tonight she has about 21 clients to see tonight." Charlotte said.
"21!? I have to strip and/or lap dance twenty-one men? Are you insane?!"
"Tessa, most of these men are middle aged or a little bit older, so it's not like they're old and gross looking. Plus the list is usually twice as long. Christine is very picky about her clients and only picks the pretty ones who are fun to look at. In fact, don't kill me for telling you-."I cut her off. Blood roared in my ears and my face twisted in disgust.
"You've got to be kidding me! And I'm the only one you can find to do this?" I asked Charlotte.
"Yes Tessa. Most of the other girls are either on vacation or sick or ,as you can see, injured. Please Tessa, we need you to do this." Jessamine pleaded.
"Why can't Jessamine do it." I ask as a last resort.
"You can't bartend well enough. You can only serve beers. Most of the clients that come in and drink before their appointments have exotic drinks that you can't make without proper training that only I have mastered." Damn, Jesse. Ever heard of over working it a little bit? There is such a thing as a helper or an apprentice.
With a regretable sigh of defeat I agreed. "Fine. I'll do it. But only and only this one time. Just tell me what to do."
I am soooo going to regret this choice.
A/N: So here is the second chapter of my new Clockwork/Infernal Devices Series fanfic. There's an itty, bitty, twist in the next chapter that is going to make you possibly combust into thin air. I hope you all enjoyed this second chapter and be on the look out for a new story that will be appearing very soon. Another writer has granted me the honor of adopting her story "Catwalk Love". Love2Write DealWithIt you will have my thanks for an eternity and I promise that you shall not regret that choice you made. I hope you all enjoyed this story and be on the look out for updates. I love you all to the stars, to the milky way, to the universe and back.
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