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We're in Mallorys head now..what did she think of Tyler?

Well whatever tonight was..interesting. No you know what, I made a lot of fucking money tonight for not actually doing anything. When does that ever happen? I mean what guy doesn't want sex? Really dude? He must be all kinds of fucked if he turned down free sex from someone he had just met.

Although… he was incredibly attractive.. I'm sure he gets laid all the time. He must have girls lining up with a face like that. His body wasn't too bad either. Who am I kidding he was fucking sexy as hell. He was the first guy I've worked for in the past year that I've actually been attracted to. That is a convenient fucking thing to happen. Figures. I'm pretty sure he was attracted to me too but maybe I just wasn't his type? Whatever I won't ever see him again anyways.

I was walking down the street towards my apartment. Luckily it wasn't too far away from where Tyler and Aiden live so I didn't have to pay for a fucking cab. I just wish it wasn't so damn cold at night, wearing a tank top and skirt is great for working but not for anything else.

I 'm confused about him though. When we were talking about cooking and I fucking slipped saying he should cook for me he said we could arrange something. You don't say "arrange" unless you mean I'm going to pay you to fuck me. Right? Was my sense of wording totally fucked enough that I'd interpret that wrong? Or did he actually want to cook for me? I shouldn't have said it anyways. I was getting caught up and that is just not acceptable. I'm not the type to be taken in by pretty faces and sexy raspy voices. I'm the type who takes advantage of them and uses them. I had to refocus and get back in the game at that point.

"Hey Sexy!" I was taken out of my thoughts by someone in a blue car slowly down the street. "Can I have a ride?" He winked and laughed at the guy driving.

"Fuck off asshole!" Really? I'm walking down the street not standing at a fucking corner.

"Aw come on baby! Just get in we could have some fun tonight. " They were now stopped a few steps ahead of me.

"You can go fuck yourself." Not only would I never get in the car of a random dude, I'm not stupid, I wasn't allowed to do any jobs without my boss being involved in the process. Apparently he finally got the fucking hint and drove away. My adrenaline always started pumping when I'd have to deal with asshole men. Who the fuck did they think they were?

A girl can have limits you know..just because you have money doesn't mean instant access to my pussy. Then they think that they can just be like your hot, lets fuck. No one ever compliments me unless it's to say I'm hot or some shit involving how good I am at fucking or sucking things. Even when I touch myself for them they compliment me. Those are the types of compliments I get. Those are the ones I'm used to.

He had told me he loved my eyes. That's a first..ever. I'm not used to having eyes someone loves. It freaked me the fuck out.

He fucking guessed my age too! Who does that? I said twenty one because Aiden had told me to lie. He said Tyler usually liked women his age and if I was eightteen he'd back off immediately. Too bad he fucked guessed it. I was so worried he'd read right through my immediate question and make me explain. I don't understand that at all. I was always liked at work because I was so young. Men come in and want young girls not old ones. That's not how it fucking works. Add that to my list of confusion as well.

Tyler really just completely mind fucked me tonight. I was doing everything I could to stay in control and keep the power. I was taking advantage of him and just about to use him for what we both obviously wanted when he stopped me. That whole thing just won't leave my head. Maybe it's because I've never been turned down before..ever. That's another first. I'm not enjoying these firsts. They are fucking stupid.

When I got to my apartment it was around 11:45pm, which was pretty damn early to me. I was usually let out around midnight and then I'd go out drinking or something just to forget all the fucked up people that I'd dealt with that night.

"Mallory!" I heard my name as I was jiggling my key in the lock on my door. It never worked.

"Hey Clara." I didn't even look up. I didn't want to talk right now.

"How was your night? I heard you made out with some private deal with a hot guy and Sara?"

"Yeah it was..great." I went back to jiggling my key. Gossip travels way to fucking fast. "Sorry but I have some shit to do so..I'll talk to you tomorrow Clara?" Usually she was easy to get rid of. Please be easy to get rid of.

"Yes! Of course! Goodnight!" Clara was a beautiful girl, everyone knew that, that's how she became a top girl at the club. She just didn't have a lot of brains to go with her beauty but she could make money. Whatever, she was a nice neighbor in this shithole of a place. I rented here because it was cheap and close to the club. I finally got the key to work and walked into my apartment. It was small, really small. I liked it though. It was mine and that was all I cared about.

I grabbed a drink on my way to my room, I had lost my buzz from the rum after I was kicked out. I wasn't expecting to be home this early. I don't think I have been home at this time of night since two years ago when I started working at the club. Maybe I'd actually get to sleep while it's still dark out tonight.

I stripped down to my tank top and underwear and got into bed. I needed to get refocused. I'd be going into work tomorrow and had to be on my A game. Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights were huge at the club. Probably because these were the nights where drinks were half off and we all cost extra to play with. It was a vicious circle but worked well for my bank account. Since I had done a fabulous job at getting my money for Friday night ..without actually working.. I knew I'd pay for it Saturday and be working the long shifts. As much as my boss liked it when we'd get private jobs, jobs where we leave the club, he liked it when we were there more. More women at the club means more money in his pocket.

What do you think of Mallory?

Reviews are better than having firsts with Tyler.