1Hello readers!! Here's the newest chapter. I know it's been awhile, but I'm back. I've got big plans for this story so you might want to stick around and find out what''s going on. Lol. Anyways, I live off of reviews so please read & review!!! And thanks to my new beta Hana for making sure that it's not a mess for you to read!!!

Chapter 3 - Shame

Don't let what others think of you cause you shame. Love who you are.

Peyton sighed as she pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. She made sure to park her car in a dark corner of the lot so that hopefully no one would recognize it. Her car was very recognizable and if someone saw it here they would ask questions and she didn't want to have to answer them.

Climbing out of the car, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. 'God, I look like hell.' She shrugged. She'd look and feel better after this visit. She wondered who this friend of Abe's was. She hurried around the building and knocked lightly on the door of the room.

"Just a minute."

Peyton glanced around, checking to see if there was anyone around. When the door swung open her back was to it and she quickly swung around. "You!"

Lucas rolled his eyes. "What is Daddy's Little Princess doing on this side of town?"

Peyton shook her head. "Fuck you." She turned on her heel, pulling out her phone to call Abe. He was going to get an ear full over this. Abe knew that the Roes and the Sawyers didn't get along – they never had.

Lucas rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Just get in here so we can get this over with."

Peyton laughed as she spun around. "Do you really think that I'm going to go in there with you? I don't even like you."

"You don't know me, Princess. Don't believe everything that your darling father and brother have told you."

"Stop calling me Princess!"

Lucas sighed. "Whatever. Are we gonna do this or not?"

"I guess." Peyton shrugged and then shoved past him into the room. She glanced around the room, trying to decide where to sit. She could sit on the bed or a dirty chair in the corner. She rolled up her nose and decided on the bed, hoping that he would choose to stay standing.

Lucas shut the door behind them and plopped down on the bed, pulling his backpack into his lap. "Do you want the usual that you get from Abe?"

Peyton jerked her shoulders. "Yeah."

Lucas laughed and shook his head. "Seriously, Princess. Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you, and I'm really not that bad, I promise."

"Please stop calling me that," she said through clenched teeth. "I'm not the spoiled princess that you think I am. You want me to stop acting like I know you? Why don't you give me the same courtesy?"

Lucas tilted his head, reassessing her. "Alright. Maybe we should start over." He extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Lucas."

Peyton looked down at his outstretched hand before glancing back up at his face. With a shrug, she slid her hand into his. "Peyton."

"It's nice to meet you Peyton." He pulled a container from his backpack, tossing it to her. "Abe said that you liked it to be in some kind of container. That's all I could find."

Peyton turned over the box in her hand, realizing that it was a jewelry box. She glanced up at his, curious. "I highly doubt that you had this just laying around in your stuff. Did you get it from one of your girlfriends?"

"I don't think it's any of your business where I got it."

"Hey, sorry." Peyton rolled her eyes. "Just making conversation."

"Sorry." Lucas shrugged. "It's been one of those days."

Peyton nodded, pulling money from her purse and tossing it to him. "I know that feeling." She nodded towards the box she held. "Do you mind?"

"No, it's fine. Here." He pulled a mirror from his bag and handed it to her.

She walked over to the table, opening the box and pouring some of the contents onto the mirror. She quickly moved the powder around to form a line before rolling a dollar bill into a cylinder and snorting up the first line. "Ahhh, that's nice." She glanced over at Lucas. "You want some?"

He shook his head. "Nope, I don't do drugs."

Peyton laughed. "Yeah, right."

"No, I'm serious. I don't do drugs. I only sell them to make ends meet. Not all of us have rich parents."

Peyton's eyes narrowed. "And what? You think because my parents have money that things are perfect for me?" She rolled her eyes, a sarcastic smile on her lips. "A whole lot you know. Or do you think that I do this for my health?" She waved a hand at the drugs that sat before her.

Lucas shrugged as he stood up from the bed. "Whatever. I don't care."

Peyton rolled her eyes and began packing up her stuff. "Well, whatever. Thanks." She headed for the door, avoiding eye contact.

"Hey, Peyton. We're having a party at my house tonight. You can swing by if you want."

Peyton froze like a deer caught in the headlights. Had he just invited her to one of his parties? The Roes were renowned for their parties. Everyone wanted an invite, especially the kids from school. But it was a well known fact that they rarely invited high school kids to their parties.

She turned slowly to face him, her head tilted. "Did you just invite me to your party?"

Lucas shook head. "Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking. Sorry."

"Oh, no. You can't retract your invitation. Those things are like gold. Do you know how many people want to come to your parties?"

He shrugged again. "I don't know."

"Is it okay if I bring some friends?"

"Just do me a favor? Don't bring too many little teeny bopper friends of yours so that the cops get called because they couldn't handle it."

Peyton laughed. "Anyone that I bring can handle a party, I promise." She shot him a small smile. "Thanks for the invite. I'll see you later." She quickly left the room, practically running to her car.

Once the door shut Lucas threw himself onto the bed. What the hell was he thinking? Inviting some high school girl to his party. And Nathan Sawyer's little sister at that? Was he trying to get into a fight? And what had possessed him to invite her in the first place? He didn't even like her.

Shaking his head he gathered his things and headed out of the hotel room. It was a room that Abe kept permanently rented for these types of occasions and also for the girls that he pimped out occasionally. It was very rare that Abe had to pass off his jobs onto Lucas but occasionally when he was out of town he would call him in for important customers.

As he walked down the sidewalk he called Fergie to pick him up. He wasn't too far from home but they needed to pick up some things for the party that night.

Haley pulled her car into the parking lot and sighed. It had been a long day and it wasn't over yet. She had made it to work at The Liquor Box, the sports bar she worked at part time, at 2 and it was now almost 10. She still had a full night ahead of her at her other job, where she wouldn't get off until between 2 and 3 in the morning.

She climbed out of her car and headed towards the back door of the Striped Zebra. She knocked on the back door and smiled as Zack opened the door. Zack was a huge black man that towered over all of the girls because he was almost seven feet tall, but they all felt safe with him around.

She quickly ran into the dressing room where she spotted Brooke and Rachel. "Hello, girls."

Brooke grinned and tilted her head. "Thought you might be late for a second there. We've got to hurry up and get you ready. You're on in about 15 minutes."

"Why so soon?"

"Kellie called out so we're all having to do a bit more than usual." Rachel dumped her makeup bag out as Brooke started messing with Haley's hair.

"You know I can do this by myself."

Rachel snorted. "Not in fifteen minutes. And you know you look better when Brooke and I do you up. We've had more practice." She patted Haley's hand. "It'll be okay, just put yourself in our hands."

Haley rolled her eyes as she tried to figure out what she was going to wear. She wished that she had the money to get a few more pieces. Most of the other girls' costumes were so much more elaborate then her's.

Brooke was busy piling Haley's hair on top of her head in a messy up do. "By the way, I got a new outfit for you." She waved towards a gorgeous outfit hanging on the wall.

"Brooke! Stop buying me things!" Haley started to shake her head. "Ow! Will you watch those bobby pins??"

"Will you watch moving your head?" Brooke faced Haley's head forward again. "Rachel, get to work on the girl's face so that she'll stop trying to move. And far as the outfit goes, I saw it and knew that it would look hot on you. Plus I didn't buy it." Brooke leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I stole it."

"Brooke! You've got to stop with the shoplifting. One of these days you're gonna get caught." Haley closed her eyes as Rachel began applying the makeup to her face.

"That's part of the thrill, Hales. Wondering if I'll get caught. Now be quiet and let us make you beautiful."

Although she gave them a hard time she knew that Brooke and Rachel would turn her into the sex goddess that she pretended to be. This was the only place that she could really let loose. Here she could shed all of her problems and become someone that she wasn't. Someone that men desired and women wanted to be. Slowly, she let her thoughts slip away as she slipped into the skin of her alter ego.

"Are you sure this is where you want to go, Coop?"

"Of course. What more could I ask for than hot half naked girls and beer?" Cooper slid his nephew a sideways look. "Just don't tell your mom. I don't think she'd like it if she knew that I was bringing you to strip clubs."

Nathan snorted. "Oh, like this is the first one I've been to. And it's not like you're really bringing me. It's more like I'm bringing you."

"Okay, could we stop all the gabbing and go inside. I wanna see the girls." Tim shook his head. "It's time for the girls to get a look at the Timster."

"Shut up, Tim." Nathan rolled his eyes as they headed for the door. "Do me a favor and don't make an ass of yourself. I'd like to be able to come back here if I so choose."

"So, you've never been here before?" Cooper handed his ID to the doorman and paid their way in.

"Nope." Nathan followed him to the bar. "But I've heard good things about the girls here so I figured we could check it out." He nodded towards the stage. "And if the rest of the girls are as hot as that redhead on stage I'm glad we came."

Tim turned to the stage. "Mmmm, I'd like a piece of that."

Cooper shook his head. "Did we really have to bring him along?"

"Well, I promised him a night out and haven't had a chance until now. Sorry." Nathan sent him a crooked grin as they settled down at a table close to the stage.

Cooper settled into chair and ignoring Tim, enjoyed the show. The girl on the stage was tall with a head of bright red hair. She moved elegantly as she danced for the crowd. As he watched, Cooper could see that she made the man that she was dancing for think that she had eyes only for him. She was hot, but not quite his type.

"Thank you, Marjorie. Next up we have Summer. Why don't you give Summer a warm welcome guys? Sometimes she can be a little shy."

The redhead smiled at the guy she had been dancing for and allowed him to slip some money into her garter. "Marjorie my ass," Nathan scoffed. "Wonder what her real name is?"

"You don't think that her real name is Marjorie?" Tim glanced over at him.

"No, strippers never use their real names."

"Never?"

Nathan shook his head and laughed. "It's so that crazy guys don't come hunting them down."

Tim shrugged. "Well, that makes sense I guess."

The lights dimmed as a figure stepped out onto the stage. Slowly a single light illuminated her from above. She was a petite girl and was very pretty. Her light brown hair was styled into a messy knot on the top of her head and perched on her nose were a pair of black horn rimmed glasses. She wore a black pin striped suit, only one button holding the jacket closed. It left a fair amount of cleavage and a nicely toned stomach revealed. The skirt was short and fitted, the top of her sheer black thigh high stockings were only slightly revealed at the bottom of the skirt.

Slowly she leaned against the pole, sliding her arm up it until it was fully extended. Gripping the pole she slowly walked around the pole, her hips moving seductively from side to side. All eyes were on her, the other girls walking around forgotten. Facing the crowd she leaned back against the pole, sliding down it slightly, her eyes partially closed. Standing up she walked to the edge of the stage, pulling off her glasses as she did so. She tossed them behind her as she reached for the button that held her jacket together. Slowly, she slid the button open, allowing them only a peek at what lie underneath before she spun on her heel and headed for the bar once again.

She grabbed hold of the bar and swung herself around it twice, the jacket swinging open to reveal a pink lace bra with black ribbon lining and little black bows. She slid her arms behind her, allowing the jacket to fall of. Once it had fallen off she gripped the zipper to her skirt and slowly lowered it, her hips moving to the music. Once the zipper was down she turned her back to them and slid the skirt down her legs. She was now clad only in the bra, a matching pink thong and a ruffled pink lace mini skirt. When she bent over, her legs straight, the skirt slid up revealing a nicely rounded ass. She tossed the skirt into the pile with her jacket and as she stood she looked over her shoulder, eyes full of innocent promises.

Nathan could feel himself getting hard. She was one hot number. The combination of innocence and beauty was enough to undo him. But he couldn't help, but think that she looked familiar. Well, he might as well get a closer look. He glanced over at his uncle. "I'll be back." He took one last swig of his beer and headed for the stage.

When he got there the girl was dancing for another guy and there were plenty more waiting. He stood patiently, waiting his turn. When she finished he made sure to catch her eye. For a moment her eyes widened in what he assumed was recognition, but it was gone in an instant.

She gave him a sultry smile and reached behind, grasping the clasp of her bra. Slowly, she slid it down her arms and tossed it across the stage. She walked over to where he stood, her crotch practically at his eye level. She ran her hand along the side of his head as she shook her hips. She pushed him down into the chair that he stood in front of and slid down to her knees.

Slowly she ran her hands over her milky white breasts before reaching behind her and pulling the pins out of her hair. She shook her head causing her hair to fan out and settle over her shoulders. She ran her hands over her breasts again, pinching the nipples slightly before gripping his head and bring it to her breasts. Slowly she rubbed his face between them, making him even harder as he felt how soft and smooth her skin was.

Suddenly she pulled back sliding onto her butt. She lifted her legs, sliding them onto his shoulders and slowly began grinding just inches from his face. All he would have to do is flick out his tongue and he could taste her, but he knew better. That was the type of thing that got you kicked out of strip clubs. His erection was straining painfully against his pants at this point and he was almost thankful when she pulled away.

She slid back onto her knees and turned to the side, allowing him to slip the tip into her stocking. Nathan reached into his pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill. Usually he didn't give this much, but this girl had turned him on more than all of the strippers combined. "Thank you," she whispered as she leaned over and nibbled slightly on his ear. And then she was gone.

Nathan stood and wandered back to the table, a bit dazed.

"So, did you have fun?" Cooper asked, a smirk on his face as Nathan collapsed into his seat.

"Mmmhmm...She was hot."

"Yeah, she was." Cooper grinned.

"So where did Tim go?"

Cooper nodded towards the private room. "He went off with that redhead."

"Nice." Nathan rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to the girl on the stage. He didn't know what it was about her, but there was something that pulled at him.

"Well, hello boys." A petite brunette broke Nathan from his thoughts. "How are you doing tonight?"

Nathan looked over her, doing a quick inspection. She was gorgeous, with milky skin and big hazel eyes. When she smiled at them Nathan couldn't help but smile back. To match the sexy looks and sultry voice she had a set of dimples to die for.

"A lot better now that you're here." Cooper sent her a crooked grin. "And who might you be?"

The girl settled herself onto the edge of the table, crossing her long legs at the ankles. "I'm Jenny."

"Well, Jenny, I'm Cooper and this is my nephew Nathan."

"Nephew?" She looked shocked. "You're not old enough to have a nephew his age."

"Well, thank you, but I'm not that much older than he is. I was a surprise to my parents."

"Yeah, I guess." She sent him another smile. "So are either of you boys feeling up to a lap dance."

Cooper nodded. "If you're the one giving, I sure am."

"Would you like it out here or in the private room?"

"I think the private room might be a better idea." Cooper shot Nathan a grin. "I'll be back."

The girl took him by the hand and led him off. Nathan looked back at the stage just in time to see the girl leaving it. Oh, well. She'd be around later. Maybe he could get a private dance from her then.

"Hey, girls." Haley dropped down into a chair. "We've gotta hurry and get out of here. The party's probably in full swing by now."

Brooke nodded as she began dressing in a short black dress. "Yeah, I'm ready for a drink."

"You're always ready for a drink." Rachel laughed as she brushed her hair.

"So, did you guys notice that Nathan Scott was here? I don't think he recognized me, but I got a bit of a shock."

"Yeah, I did see him." Brooke grinned. "I actually gave a dance to his very hot uncle."

"Ewww, Brooke. Old does not equal hot." Haley wrinkled her nose.

"Oh no, Hales. He wasn't old." Rachel shook her head, glancing over at her. "I gave a dance to the little perv that was with them. He can't be more than thirty and he is HOT. Good looks must run in the family."

Haley shook her head. "I'll take your word for it." She quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a cute baby tee. "Thanks again for the outfit, Brooke. It was a big hit."

"I figured it would go with the whole innocent look thing that you have going on." Brooke grinned. "Why don't you wear one of the dresses that I've given you?"

Haley shrugged. "I'm more comfortable in this."

"You're not going to snare a guy like that, Haley." Rachel shook her head as she slid into a slinky red dress.

"Who said I was trying to?" She shot the two of them a small smile. "I'm heading out. I'll see you guys at the house." She headed out of the room, shooting Zack a quick grin. "See you tomorrow."

She threw open the door and headed for her car. She was too busy digging for her keys to notice the man skulking in the shadows. "Well, hello there pretty lady." The man grabbed her from behind. When she went to scream, his hand slid over her mouth.

Haley could feel the panic building up in her as she struggled to get free. It seemed that the stronger his hold became. She could feel the tears running down her face as she tired to figure out how to get away. Where was everyone? Why hadn't anyone come out yet? Someone had to come soon. They had to.

Suddenly the guy's grip loosened as he jerked backwards. "Let go of her, creep!"

Haley fell to the ground. She shook her head to clear it before rolling over to see who had rescued her.