GangstaSummoner: Thank you everyone for reading and reviewing, and adding my story to your faves and alerts. They are greatly appreciated. I would like to apologize for the long wait. A few things came up and plus, I wanted to make sure the previous chapters are up to par. Thanks to my beta, Lezlee, everything is looking pretty good.

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Chapter 3 – Learning To Become Icee

Shit! I'm going to be late! My first day on a real job and I was going to be fucking late! I took off running down the street to the neighborhood Sonic which was about eight blocks away from the gas station where I was sleeping. I guess you are probably wondering how I managed to not get caught. Well, the thing is, I set my watch alarm and leave before the manager comes in to do his daily morning routine in the bathroom. Luckily for me they never lock the bathroom door after closing up. Once leaving, I usually walked around for hours, just to get familiar with the city. L.A. was far from being anything like Texas. The blocks were extremely large, the streets were much wider. This place was huge.

I pulled at the collar of my blue uniform shirt as I ran as fast as I could. I panted loudly as I passed the many drug dealers on the corner and people hanging outside the local liquor store. "Stop running like you stole something!" slurred an old man hanging in front of the store with a brown paper bag in one hand and his beer in the other. I didn't say anything as I listened to the pounding of my shoes against the sidewalk. I could feel perspiration already leaking from my underarms; surely my shirt probably looked like somebody tossed water on me. I can't be late!

It was the weekend and most of the little children were either outside playing on the sidewalk or in one of the neighboring yards. Music blasted from the tricked out cars passing me by. I sighed in relief when I saw the big, black, yellow and red Sonic sign right across from me. I glanced at my watch, it was only 2:50 PM, I was only ten minutes early. My jog slowly came to a fast walking pace as I crossed the parking lot; some of the employees carried out trays while skating and the others walked to the customers' cars.

I pushed open the entrance door and then entered the small work area. A few girls worked the cash registers with headphones on their heads; a couple guys was making drinks; while a girl and a guy were farther back cooking the food.

I walked to the counter and waited for someone to acknowledge me, but no one said anything. They just went on by their business taking orders here and there. "Excuse me," I said.

Still no response.

I cleared my throat and my words came out very loud and clear this time, "Excuse me!"

The girl on the right who had just turned around from taking an order glared at me with her green eyes. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and then she removed the headphones from off her head, letting it hang around her neck. She stepped around the counter and it was then when I noticed that she was shorter than me by an inch or two. She sighed, "Are you the new girl? Isabella?"

I nodded, "Yes, but call me Bella."

"Whatever." She turned around toward the counter and swayed her hand for me to follow her.

"Hey, Sandra take over my station for me," she ordered as she walked around the counter. The girl known as Sandra took over her position. We walked to the back of the brick building, where she had me cornered in the tight hallway. "What happened to your uniform? You look like a mess."

"I fell down and I ran all the way here too," I partially lied.

"Look, if you want to work here you need to look decent. I don't want the customers thinking we are putting sweat into their Ocean Water or something. We have a perfect record and I don't plan on fucking it up, okay?" She stared at me with those intense, serious eyes. I stared at her back and glanced at her name tag, only to see that was Jessica. "Okay?" she asked in an annoyed tone. She snapped her fingers in my face. "Hello, in there!" She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Not another idiot."

"Jessica stop being a bitch to the new girl," yelled a male from down the hall. I turned around to see the guy whose voice I'd heard. It was the same guy who was cooking with the other girl. He had a dirty, white apron over his blue and black uniform and a thin, black hair net over his short, messy, brown locks.

"Mike, shut the fuck up! No one was talking to you," Jessica spat with her hand on her hip. She stormed past me to get in Mike's face. "J-Just, shut up okay!"

"Whatever," said Mike. He suddenly popped Jessica on the butt with the towel that was draped over his shoulder. I watched as she turned beet red and quickly retaliated by hitting him in the back before putting her headphones on. Mike only laughed loudly as she took over her position. He flipped a burger patty as I approached him. "Bella, right?"

"Yeah. So, what am I supposed to do?" I looked around at his station as the smoke from the griddle rose up to the vent.

"Here," he handed me the spatula. "You can help me flip a few burgers. Don't let Jessica get to you. She thinks that she is the shit because she was promoted to assistant manager a month ago."

I laughed as I placed the flat edge of the spatula against the griddle and under the sizzling, hot meat. "She's still on cloud nine, huh?"

"No, she is still smelling herself, that's what she is." He moved to my right side and grabbed my arm, "Now flip it." The whip of my wrist caused the meat to flip onto the uncooked side. "Now look up here." He pointed toward the three monitors placed at an angle near the wall. "These are your orders and the things that go with each meal. You got that?"

"I think so." I stared at the words and numbers on the screen.

"You will get it eventually." He rubbed my shoulders, "It's your first day. Just watch me and everything will come naturally to you."

I spent the rest of the night shift learning how to cook burgers, fries and all the other stuff Sonic had to offer. It was quite fun and entertaining; I met some interesting people, Mike in particular. He said that he attended a private high school nearby and his parents made him get an after school job to help pay for his tuition. He said that the school also had a good athletic department and it guaranteed him a football scholarship to any college he wanted to attend. I also found out that Jessica was his on-again/off-again girlfriend, and that he was getting tired of her games. I can tell you now that Jessica and I were not going to get along at all. She was a bitch and I could be a bitch when I felt like it. The one thing that was going to start a fight between us was Mike. She watched me most of the day and stared at me like she wanted to come over there to rip my head off. I wanted to see her try; bitch was going to get a beat down.

"Do you need a ride home?" asked Mike as he walked with me outside. "Because I got a car. I can take you." He held his car keys out and dangled it in my face.

"No thanks, but my place isn't very far from here. I can walk."

"Seriously? This is L.A. we are talking about here. You shouldn't walk alone," he insisted.

"No, really." I started to ease away from him as I tried to find an escape route. "I have walked these streets plenty of times at night. I am very aware of my surroundings."

He sighed in defeat and then stuffed his hands into his black pockets. "Fine, just be careful, okay?"

"Will do," I said before jogging across the parking lot and then across the street.

Truth is, I didn't want him to know where I stayed. How could I tell him that I was homeless and I was living in a gas station bathroom? I believed that he would look down on me. No, I'm wrong. Mike wouldn't do that. Jessica would. She would think that I was a whore who slept with each and every man that I'd met. Hell, she probably already had it in her head that I slept with Mike. I never knew how much I hated girls like her until today.

I took my time walking "home" tonight. I needed to think. I wasn't working full-time and I knew that this job was not going to get me any kind of real income. I wouldn't even make enough money to actually pay for a deposit to rent an apartment, let alone afford a hotel room every night. I needed my money to feed myself.

I wrapped my arms around my body as the cool night air whipped at my skin. The post light nearby had gone out and now this route to the gas station was pitch black. I glanced over my shoulder to see if anybody was following me. I picked up the pace as I tried to get out of that neighborhood as quickly as possible

Relief settled in as I crossed the street to the gas station and rushed towards the bathroom. I turned the doorknob, but it wouldn't open. I jingled the silver, round knob again but nothing happened. It was locked. Fuck! I tried it once more before I turned around to walk in the opposite direction. I had no money for a hotel room and I was in a serious need of a bath. I wonder if Monica would take me in for a little while.

"She does not stay here anymore."

"You have got to be kidding me." Monica was not at the motel when I got there. Her room was now being occupied by an older man with curly, red hair. "Thanks," I told the man before I wandered into the streets again in search of Monica. I stopped a few people who hung out on the streets and asked for her, but majority of them said that they did not know her or that they hadn't seen her today.

"Do you know a pretty girl about my height, with brown skin and hazel eyes?"

The woman who stood out around the corner near Wonderland puffed on her cigarette. "Oh, Cat Eyez," she coughed, "I saw her go down the street. She should be back in a little bit. Why don't you wait for her?"

"No, thank you." I walked in the direction the older woman had told me, which lead to a dead end with a couple of alleyways on each sides of the street.

"Fuck! That feels so fucking good! You're the bomb when it comes down to this!"

I stopped when I heard a man in the nearby alley moan out loud.

"Damn girl…you give the best head. That's right, take it deeper."

Then I heard a gagging and popping sound. "You taste so good," the woman moaned with hunger.

Monica? I leaned against the wall and stuck my head around the corner, only to see Monica on her knees, her hand wrapped around some skinny, dark skin man's dick. The tail end of his black doo-rag fell to the nape of his neck. His black jeans dangled around his ankles, while his white shirt was bunched up around his waist. He tilted back of his head against the tall building. The muscles in his arm tensed as he brought his hand to Monica's head. He pulled at her hair and tried to force her mouth completely over his shaft. I noticed the leather holster that he had draped over his right shoulder and the steel gun lodged deep within. He moved his hand to the gun, grasped it and pulled it out. His long fingers were wrapped around the handle and I gasped out of fear because I thought that he was going to hit Monica with it.

Pop!

I fell face first to the ground when the gun went off. "Get off me!" the guy yelled while pushing Monica back. I heard the sound of his footsteps rapidly approach me and I quickly tried to get up, but my body would not move fast enough. I stared at his tall, slim figure as he stood over me. In the not quite so dark alley I could see the dark scars across his face and a few tattoos as well. "What are you doing here, Snow Bunny?"

I scrambled to my feet and took a few steps back. I noticed that his pants were still unzipped and his belt dangled at the sides.

"Leave her alone Dre," said Monica as she approached us. She was dressed in a tight baby tee, short shorts and heels. "Leave her alone." She stood between Dre and I.

Dre looked toward her. "Do you know this white girl, Cat Eyez?"

"Yes, I do. Now back the fuck off."

"Look now, don't fucking sass me because you got your little friend out here. I don't care who the fuck she is, you better remember who you are fucking with."

She sighed, "Of course, Dre. Now," she held out her hand, "I need some money."

"Shit, how much do you need?" He went into his pocket and pulled out a huge wad of cash.

"Six hundred." She impatiently tapped her foot against the pavement.

"What the hell do you need six hundred dollars for? You're working," he snapped.

"I'm working for myself and you!" she countered. "Stop acting like I don't bring in any money to your little business!"

He glared at her and stared at me, "Why don't you let me take a little ride on Snow Bunny here?"

Monica hovered in front of me as if she were trying to protect me. "Fuck no!"

"Here." He smirked. "You are never going to change." He placed the money in her small hand, pulled her close to him, and engulfed her lips in his with a wet, sloppy kiss. "I'll see you Tuesday, alright?"

"Yeah." She pulled away from him and stuffed her money into her pocket.

"Watch your back white girl," he said before walking down the street.

Monica pulled me to her side, so close that it felt as if we were joined at the hip. We passed the woman that I was talking to earlier and when we were out of ear shot she asked, "What the fuck are you doing down here?"

"I came to see you…I need a place to stay tonight."

She stopped, pulled away from me and leaned against the fence nearby. She sighed and looked up at the dark sky. "I don't have a place to live either."

"What? But you were-"

"What's the word I'm looking for here? I was working at the motel for a few days."

I just stared at her dumbfounded. "You're homeless?"

"Don't look like it, do I?" She laughed, "It is amazing what a little makeup and nice clothing can do for you." She crossed her legs at the ankles. "I've been living like this for about two years now; hooked up with Dre and my situation got kind of better."

"Dre." I asked, "Is he your boyfriend?"

"In a sense, I guess. If I work for him, he supplies me with all the things I need…besides a suitable place to live that is."

I sighed as everything felled into place. "He's your pimp? But Monica, why would you choose to live a life like this?"

"Please, stop calling me Monica. Monica does not exist anymore. The name is Cat Eyez, remember that."

"But why? Why do this?"

"Because sometimes when you are brought up in a place where people tell you that you are never going to become somebody, you prove them wrong in any way possible. I am going to become somebody, Bella. People will remember me." She pushed away from the fence. "Enough of this nonsense about what I choose to do with my life. This is my life." She went into her pocket and then pulled out the money Dre had given her. She stuffed three bills back into her pocket and handed the other three to me. "Take it."

"No, I can't take this. You need it more than I do."

"God, you are one stubborn girl." She pulled the collar of my shirt and then slipped the money down into my bra. "Maybe you should save up the cash for a boob job, and don't run so much, you know you don't have very big girls to keep that money in place," she said with a giggle.

"Shut up," I mumbled, feeling my bra cup press the money into my left breast.

"Get a room and relax. Oh and how did the job go?" she asked while pulling at the sleeve of my shirt.

"Alright, but it totally sucks."

"Remember, the offer still stands."

"Yeah, I know."

I found Cat Eyez the next day and told her where I was staying. I told her that she was welcomed to stay with me if she liked. She came by Monday night and crashed for a little while, but she left a little bit before dawn Tuesday. I had the day off that day and I really had nothing to do but relax and watch television. I was getting used to working and making my own money. It felt fulfilling although most of my money was going to the motel owner with his eighty-dollars-a-night-fee. That pissed me off, but this place was the only motel close to Sonic. I thought about asking Cat Eyez to put in an application so that we could work together, but I knew what her answer would be. "Hell no!" she would yell and start counting the large sum of money she had made at the club. That was exactly what she would do.

"Bella, open up!" yelled Cat Eyez from outside my motel room. I climbed off the full size bed before and walked to the door. I rubbed my fingers through my hair, pushed it out of my face before I wrapped my hand around the knob. I pulled it open and there was Cat Eyez staring at me with bloodshot eyes, the strong smell of weed lingered around her. She stepped inside and I was about to close the door when Dre pushed the door back so that he could come inside too.

"What's up, Bella? Or should I say Icee?" he smirked while sitting beside Cat Eyez at the foot of the bed.

I didn't like Dre. There was something ominous about him and it irked my nerves. I think that it had something to do with the way that he treated Cat Eyez. Supposedly, the two of them dated during her freshmen and his senior year in high school. One thing led to another, Cat Eyez dropped out of school and Dre barely graduated. She was followed Dre wherever he went like a little puppy, hanging onto every little promise that he tossed at her. He was the one who got her hooked on marijuana and god knows what other kind of drugs. In street lingo, Cat Eyez was considered to be his number one bitch or hoe. I mean if you are supposed to be someone's number one, shouldn't you live in a nice apartment or a penthouse suite? Oh, right, Dre was a lowly drug dealer who thought that he was big shit.

I closed the door before I glanced at them. Cat Eyez was stretched out on the bed, her head rested against the thick comforter and her legs dangled over the foot of the bed. Her breathing was steady as she slept like a log. I walked past the small TV and Dre smacked me directly on the ass. I quickly reached for my butt as the stinging sensation shot throughout my body. "Stop it!" I yelled at him through clenched teeth, not wanting to awake Cat Eyez. He gave me a crooked, golden filled smile.

I walked toward the head of the bed and pulled my legs up to my chest. I wrapped my arms around my legs, rested my chin on the top of my knees and locked my eyes on the screen. I could feel Dre's piercing eyes on me and I tried my best to keep my focus, but his constant gaze was starting to bother me.

"What! Do you have an eye problem or something?" He didn't say anything. He only reached for the remote control and clicked the TV off. "What was that for?" I said agitated with the fact that he turned the TV off.

He held the remote in the palm of his hand before he stuck it into his back pocket. Cat Eyez slept peacefully when he kneeled down in front of her and parted her legs. The light brown, loose-fitted skirt that she wore hung around the middle of her thighs, exposing her bare skin to him. His large hands rubbed over her calves, to the joint of her knees all the way to her thighs. She didn't make a sound. It was as if she was dead to the world. He slowly pushed the skirt up higher, the end of her skirt was now at her waist, the black thong that she wore was now exposed to Dre and I. Underneath his lashes, he gave a wicked glare and moved his head even closer to her most private area. When Cat Eyez felt his hand pressed against her wet pussy, she moved a little, a soft moan escaped her lips as she turned her head to the side. He never took his eyes off of me as he applied even more pressure. He suddenly replaced his hand with his mouth and sucked at the wet fabric of her thong.

"Mmm…" said Cat Eyez in her sleep.

I needed to call the police. I needed to get help. He sexually abused my friend right in front of me. I quickly crawled across the bed, the springs squeaked in an odd tune. Before I reached the door, Dre had managed to leave Cat Eyez's side and yanked me into his arms. Scream, Bella! Just scream! I couldn't. He had already muffled my attempt to scream while locking the door behind him. "Try to scream again and see what happens to you and that bitch," he said through clenched teeth.

"Now, listen closely. You're mine now Icee. I'm staking-" He quickly shoved his hand down the front of my pants to fondle my clit. "My claim on this pussy. You hear me?"

"Please…" I said in a muffled cry for help. "Just stop!"

He pushed me down to the floor and turned up the volume on the television. "Finish what I started," he said.

"No," I said as I glared at him with hurt, yet tearful eyes. "I will not!"

He grabbed a handful of my hair. I could feel the strands being torn from my scalp, the blood seeping through the tiny pores in my head. My hot tears burned my cheeks as they rolled over my pale skin. I gasped suddenly when I felt the coldness from the metal of his gun being pressed against my cheek. "Do you want to die? Do you want her to die? Do what the fuck I tell you!" He pushed me forcefully to the point that my face was right in her crotch. I could smell her arousal as the scent lingered from moments ago. Wake up, Monica! Please! I could not do this. I could not take part in a…rape. He pushed me again. "Do it," he said and unbuckled his pants.

Out the corner of my eye I saw his baggy jeans fall to his ankles and his thick, dark dick was already erect. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and pumped slowly. I inhaled deeply and whispered, "I'm sorry Monica," before I slipped my fingers under the band of her thong. I pulled it over her hips, thighs, calves and over her feet until it was on the floor at my knees. Cat Eyez stirred a little, but not enough to wake her.

There was no way that weed could have her so sleepy, there had to been some other kind of drug in her system.

"Go slowly," he moaned with one hand on his dick and the other locked around the handle of his gun.

I inhaled again before I kissing her inner thighs as gently as possible. I didn't know what I was doing. Hell, I did not have a clue where to start. So, I did what I wanted a guy to do to me one day. By guy, I mean a guy who actually cared about me and wanted to please and praise my body.

She moved her legs just a bit. Dre guided me, so I did not have to be so in control. I became a puppet when I heard his voice, I mimicked whatever command he gave me. "Lift up her shirt and massage her breast, then use your free hand to play with her clit." I did just as he said. I guided my hand over her flat stomach, up to her breasts where I grabbed them and massaged them slowly with my fingers. I used my left hand to glide my finger across her slit, parting it here and there, before I found her warm nub to play with. I flicked my finger across it and watched as her body reacted in her sleep. Her chest rose up and down, her back arched, and her thighs knocked against my head. She rolled her hips and I glanced toward Dre who leaned against the wall and pumped away. Sweat poured across his chiseled face and down to his neck. He didn't say anything; he was still in his zone.

My pointer and middle finger slipped into her pussy; I moved them slowly, but hard. I wanted to get her to come as quickly as possible. I wanted this to be over with. "Cum for me, Cat Eyez," I whispered. "You can do it."

"I-I can…" she moaned out loud, obviously coming out of her sedated sleep. She rolled her hips against my hand, I could feel her vaginal muscles constricting and contracting against my fingers. "Oh…god…" I knew that she was not aware of who was doing this to her, but she seemed to enjoy it. "Faster…" I moved my fingers as fast as I could until her juices exploded over my fingers, the palm of my hand and down to the comforter. I slipped my fingers out of her, only to be stared down at by Cat Eyez with wide eyes. "B-Bella…" She shot a menacing glare towards Dre who was pulling up his pants. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"You know you liked it," he said with a cocky grin plastered across his face.

"It doesn't matter what the fuck I like! Why the fuck did you make her do that?"

He laughed lightly, "Oh, because she needs to be broken in and I think that I have accomplished my goal. Right, Icee? You're working for me now."

I looked away, ashamed because of what I'd done. I was even more ashamed of what I was about to agree to. "Yeah. I'm working for Dre now." I was scared for my life. That's why I agreed.

"Bella." Cat Eyez felled to her knees and placed her hands on my shoulders. I could not look her in the eyes. "Look at me." She shook me. "Look at me."

I forced myself to look at her.

"You don't have to do this. He is only bluffing."

"I'm not bluffing." Dre pressed his gun against Cat Eyez's temple. She jumped and so did I when he pulled the trigger and nothing happened. "I am dead serious."

Cat Eyez bit down on her bottom lip and continued to stare at me. "You are not up for this at all."

"I'll learn. I promise." I just wanted Dre to leave, so I was willing to say anything. "I can do it."

"Good," said Dre. "Take care of your protégé."

Cat Eyez's hair whipped around her face as she turned around swiftly to stand up. "No!"

"She is under your care now. So, I suggest you take care of her or would you rather die?" he asked as he walked towards the door, unlocked it and closed it behind him.

I placed my hands flat on the carpet as the tears began to fall. I sobbed hysterically as reality set in. I gave my life up completely. I had sold my soul to the devil because I wanted to be safe. Because I wanted my friend to be safe as well. Cat Eyez kneeled down and wrapped her warm arms around me. "I'm sorry Bella. I really am. I should have never brought him here…I am so sorry."

"No," I said as I buried my head against her chest as if she were my mother, "It's not your fault. I know what I am getting into." I sniffed, "You never know…maybe I can buy my freedom out of here…and yours too."

For some reason, Cat Eyez started crying too. Maybe she felt pity for me. Maybe she thought that I was childish and naïve and I did not know what I was getting into, but I knew. I knew that I was getting into something very dangerous. "You're so stupid, Bella," she whispered into my ear. "So, stupid. You have no idea what goes on in this industry and I ain't talking about no shit that you see in the movies either."

It was finally time for me to learn the ropes. There was no more Bella Swan. I am Icee now and that is what I will go by from now on. Although, if people would like to call me Bella that is fine by me, but for now, I am Icee. I was learning from the "best bitch in town" as Cat Eyez colorfully described herself out on the streets. She told me that I could no longer be that shy, little girl from Texas. I had to become tough, slick and sassy. If I continued to be the way that I was, the "tricks" would run all over me; taking my money and everything else. I also had to learn to be quick on my feet because the area where I would work was not as safe as it seemed. I also had to be a quick talker. I had to learn that this business was about money and money only. Money talks and I had to learn how to handle it. Cat Eyez said, "Use your money wisely because you never know when Dre might have a bad day and take you for all that you have." She called him a "broke-down-fake-ass-wannabe pimp" which he was and because of that we were "broke-down-fake-ass-wannabe hoes" to the veteran prostitutes out on the streets. Although, Cat Eyez thought that she was the shit and she did not care what those older girls thought about her.

That's what I love about Cat Eyez; she was feisty and stood up to anybody who tried to cross her. I guess that is what happens to you when you grow up on the streets. You have to learn to become tough and that is exactly what I planned on doing. I was going to become Icee.

"The first lesson is to learn to be discreet about your tricks," said Cat Eyez as she handed me an ice cream cone that she bought from the ice cream truck nearby. Children ran down the street toward the colorful truck, all of them piled up on one another as the ice cream man took their money and orders. She licked the vanilla ice cream, "You don't want to be all out in the open where everybody can see you. That's the problem with those vets; they think hanging out on the corner is the right thing to do, but the way I see it you are only giving yourself away. What if one of those tricks turned out to be an undercover cop? Then what? You go to jail."

"Well, if you are not supposed to hang out on the corner, what are you supposed to do?" I asked as I licked my strawberry ice cream.

"Do you want to see?" She looked at me out the corner of her eye.

"Sure," I said.

She handed me her ice cream cone. "Stay as far away from me as possible." She smirked, "Now watch me work."

I slowed down my pace as I trailed as far away from her as I could. She walked slowly down the side walk and glanced over her shoulder before her stroll became somewhat of a confident woman's strut. She held her head high and flipped hair. She had on a black baby tee, khaki Capri pants and flips flops. A couple men glanced at her as she walked by, their eyes automatically locked on her round butt while her back was turned. Even the boys could smell sex in the air; better yet it was as if they had a prostitute detector and it went off on her. It was not long before a young guy about seventeen years old approached her, he walked a few feet away from her as she turned around the corner. I picked up my pace to keep up with them and then I heard Cat Eyez ask between two run down houses, "How much do you have?"

"Only ten dollars," he said.

"Ugh, don't even waste my time," she said while slipping between the fence and then back onto the side walk. She turned in my direction, walked towards me with a huge grin on her face before she grabbed her ice cream cone out of my hand. I licked the melted substance from off my hand. "And that Miss Icee is how you snag a trick without looking like a stereotypical hooker." She laughed, "Don't get me wrong, sometimes you do have to be a stereotype, but not all the time."

I groaned unsure about what I would do. I mean, Cat Eyez had it all. Boobs, butt, curves and she wasn't fat at all, just thick in the right areas. Compared to me, no butt, damn near flat chest, tiny curves and I was skinny. "I could never do that."

"Remember what I told you?"

"Yes, work what your momma gave ya," I stated.

"Exactly. You're skinny and some guys like that, some guys don't. But they all love a good pussy, regardless. If you got that, then you should be fine. Personally, I think any woman can bring a man to his knees if she tried hard enough. You just need to be confident about it and love yourself. Rule number one, always love yourself no matter how kinky the situation may get."

"Got it."

"Now, come on. I have to get you ready for tonight." She skipped ahead of me like a little kid. "First dance!"

Lesson number two. I had to learn how to dance on a pole. Dancing on a stripper's pole was something that Cat Eyez could not teach me. The only advice that she gave me was to be sexy and pretend like I was dancing for my man. Sure, I guess I can do that.

"Come on," said Cat Eyez as she pulled me through the crowd of horny men and women who glimpsed at me as passed them. "I want you to meet the owner first," she yelled over the loud music. "He is a really cool dude and he is from Texas too! You might be able to bond with one another or something!"

"What's his name?" I asked as the hallway became narrower and we reached a small backroom far away from the main part of the club. The bass music bounced off the wall, making it seem like the hallway was vibrating. I smelled a foul tobacco odor from under the door and in the hallway. I coughed suddenly, the scent almost made me gag.

"Jasper Hale." She opened the door at the very end of the hall.

Jasper. Yeah, that sounds southern, alright.

"Monica, what brings you here?" asked a man, as soon as we entered the room, with a southern drawl. I assumed that he was Jasper. He closed the book in front of him; his curly, golden locks were in disarray on top of his head. He was a nice looking man about in his early twenties. Standing beside him with her hand on his shoulder was a pale skin girl around my age with short, spiky, black hair. Her face was angular and she stared at me with the same golden eyes as Jasper.

"Nice to see you, Monica," said the black haired girl, then placed the cigar she had in her hand into the ash tray. She leaned down, turned Jasper's face toward her and planted a long, passionate kiss against his lips. When she pulled away, she gave an endearing smile. "See you at home, babe." She walked past Cat Eyez and I and exited the room.

I was surprised to hear her call Jasper 'babe' as if this grown man could possibly be her boyfriend. She looked to be about sixteen years old herself. I cocked an eyebrow and Cat Eyez nudged me in the side for being…I guess disrespectful. Hell, that little girl just kissed that grown ass man on the lips as if he were her husband! Oh yeah, how am I any different. I folded my arms across my chest when Jasper moved out of his chair and then walked around to the front of his desk. He was quite tall and lean. Very good looking. He stuffed his hands into his jeans and folded his arms across his chest as well. I watched the navy blue, long sleeve shirt that he wore as it pulled at each of the muscles on his upper body and smiled, "So, is this the new girl?"

Cat Eyez nodded, "Yes, this is Bella or Icee, here."

"Interesting name you got there," he said. "Do you have a reason to be called Icee?"

I shook my head, "No, I don't. Does being pale works?"

A deep rumble of laughter escaped his lips, "Of course not."

"What he means is do you have a skill?" said Cat Eyez making the question clearer.

"No."

"I think its best you learn, if you plan on upstaging your mentor here," he said. He walked around his desk, picked up the thick Cuban cigar and lit it. "Put her on the stage first and afterwards a birthday boy needs a gift. There's a first time for everything."

With that Cat Eyez led me out of Jasper's office and back into the hallway. We made it back out into the crowd, a couple of girls were dancing together on stage, moving their hips to the rhythm. A few guys were at the edge of the stage, tossing dollars bills at the girls and even sticking some in the straps of their G-strings. The smell of smoke hovered like a cloud in the air as I glanced towards the ceiling.

A few russet skin guys were sitting at a table. Two of them were much older than the other three who seemed completely amazed with the atmosphere. "Hey JB are you ready to pop that cherry!" asked the much older guy who was a lot bigger than the others said, while the rest of them laughed along with him.

I didn't pay them much attention to them after that. Cat Eyez pulled me into the dressing room which had vanity mirrors all around the room, make up was scattered across the tables, clothes were scattered across the floor near each of the girls' stations. I stepped over them one by one, until Cat Eyez pushed me gently into a chair at the back of the room. She bent down, grabbed her bag, dumped the contents onto the table and spread them out so she could easily grab what she needed. "I am not going to use too much makeup. I think you are naturally gorgeous, even if you don't see it." She began to work her magic on my face She lightly brushed my face with the powder foundation.

"I found the cutest outfit for you, too." She placed the brush down and then grabbed a tube of strawberry lip gloss. She quickly applied it to my lips and I instantly rubbed my lips together just a bit. She grabbed a comb, brush and two ribbons, stood up and pulled my hair into two ponytails. She tossed the comb and brush onto the table before reached into a white, plastic bag. She held up a white shirt, complete with a black tie and an extremely, short, pleated, red and black, plaid mini skirt. She bent down again and pulled out shoes and black knee highs.

I cocked an eyebrow, "I'm a school girl?"

"Yes, you are a school girl and you better work it," she teased.

"B-"

"I said work it. Now get dressed," she said before leaving the room.

My name is Icee and I am a sexy school girl. My name is Icee and I am a sexy school girl. My name is Icee and I am a sexy school girl. I chanted that over and over again as I stood behind the curtains. The DJ introduced me as the "virgin of Wonderland." Just amazing. I did not want everybody to know about that. I was sweating bullets backstage. My legs felt like they wanted to give out and this skirt was too short. The air from the AC blew directly into the crack of my ass. "Let's give it up one more time for Icee!" The crowd cheered for me, yelled for me and begged for me. I did not understand why. Maybe they did that for all the amateurs. Maybe they were going to boo me off the stage as soon as I got out there.

Temperatures rising,

And your body's yearnin' for me.

Girl, lay it on me,

I place no one above thee,

Oh, take me to your ecstasy.

"It Seems Like You're Ready," by R. Kelly flowed throughout the speakers; it made me feel sexy somehow. It was the perfect song for me; as if it was my coming out song. I was ready for this life. I was ready for this business. Cat Eyez had taught me well. I was positive that I could handle whatever may come my way.

It seems like you're ready (seems like you're ready).

Girl are you ready,

To go all the way?

It seems like you're ready (seems like you're ready).

Girl are you ready,

To go all the way?

I stepped onto the stage, all eyes and lights were on me. I was no longer Bella, but Icee. I was slowly letting my inner freak take control of my body, as I moved my hips, rolled my body and played with my hair. The crowd was going wild, guys were already tossing money onto the stage and I had not tried the pole yet. I crawled across the stage, inching closer and closer to the foot of the stage near the pole. I arched my back on all fours, attempting the little booty dance I saw Cat Eyez do one time. I didn't think that I had the same effect as she did, but some guy came up to the stage and slipped a one hundred dollar bill right into the waist of my skirt. I assumed I was doing something right.

I faced forward, still on my knees and my legs slightly parted when I saw one of the guys from the table from earlier approach the stage. He was a young guy too, maybe seventeen or eighteen, maybe even younger. He seemed a tad bit uncomfortable, but I saw the lust in his dark brown eyes just like the rest of the men in the crowd. I crawled to the edge of the stage, growled and pulled the bill out of his fingers with my teeth. I never lost eye contact with him. The guy blushed a little, turned around and went back to his seat. Some of the guys with him patted him on the back and then handed him a drink.

I stood up and smirked. I wrapped my hand around the cold, thick pole. I walked around it slowly and imagined that it was a man. That's what I pretended the pole to be, a man. I stopped in my tracks, raised one leg so that it was hitched around the pole and then swung myself around, until I was on the floor. I continued my little sultry dance, until I tripped over my own feet, but my recovery turned into a skill I never knew that I had. I landed a perfect split. I was glad that my back was turned so that the crowd could not see the painful look on my face when I landed on the floor. I rose slowly and seductively, my ass out and everything, when the song ended.

I bent down and gathered my money before going back to the dressing room with a shit load of cash in my arms. I picked through the pile of cash in front of me. Most of it was dollar bills and on top of that I had to pay Jasper twenty percent of my profit, which sucked.

"Very nice." I turned around in my seat only to see the black haired girl from Jasper's office standing in the doorway clapping. "I didn't think you had it in you," she said while approaching me. The tunic she wore stopped mid thigh and her black tights clung to her legs. She walked toward me her black, open toe stilettos heel tapped against the tile floor. "I'll be collecting my share now."

She reached for my money and I hovered over the green paper, bringing it closer to my body in a protective way, "Hey! Hey! What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"Like I said, collecting payment." She rolled her golden eyes and reached for my money again.

I snatched the one dollar bill from out of her hand. "I will give the money to Jasper myself, thank you!"

"Tsk, tsk, when are you ever going to learn?" She walked around me until she was looked me dead in the eyes, "My name is Alice Cullen and I am part owner of Wonderland." She took the dollar that I had grabbed from her and some more until she had collected full payment. "That means I can take what I want, when I want."

She walked away and I mumbled under my breath, "Bitch."

She stopped in her tracks without turning around to look at me. "Excuse me, what was that?"

"I called you a bitch," I spat.

"Oh, I thought it was something far worse." She exited the room without another word.

The little fairy bitch irked my nerves as well. Why are so many people irking my nerves nowadays? I stared at the now small pile of money in my arms and then shrugged my shoulders. Well, at least I have some money left over. I decided to put my money into Cat Eyez's bag for the time being before heading back onto the floor.

Cat Eyez told me that I had a VIP session in one of the backrooms with a dude who was celebrating his birthday today. She said all that I had to do was dance for him and that was it. I was cool with dancing. I did a quick check to see if my makeup looked okay and then reapplied a fresh coat of lip gloss before going back out. The club was still packed. Cat Eyez performed her weekly routine. I looked around the club for the red neon sign that read 'VIP'. When I found it I walked down the long burgundy hall with black doors on each side. I knew that mine was the last door because the sign up above had 'Special VIP'.

When I opened the door, I was welcomed to the same young guy who's hand I had taken money from while dancing. He smiled at me and flashed all whites. He was dressed in a red T-shirt, black baggy jeans and a nice pair of Jordan's on his feet. He was kind of scrawny, not very tall, either, but he was very nice to look at. I studied his features under the red light; his shiny black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He had a boyish roundness about his face. I wondered what he would look like in the next couple of years.

"Hey, I'm Icee," I said in a seductive voice.

"What's up?" he said in a very deep and raspy voice. It didn't fit the way that he looked.

"Do you have a name?"

"JB."

I don't know why I was making small talk with this boy, but there was something intriguing about him I was curious as to why such a young boy was in here. I was sure he could get a date if he tried. He didn't look bad at all, maybe a tad bit nerdy, but he looked handsome. "JB stands for what?"

"Jacob Black," he said. "Look," he sat up in his seat, his dark eyes locked on mines, "can we just get this over with so I can go." His demeanor had completely changed. He acted more thuggish now, gangster or whatever you wanted to call it.

What the fuck happened to sexy, nerdy guy? "Well, I am supposed to dance for you, so that shouldn't be long."

He laughed and what an infectious laugh it was. He rubbed his hand over his hair, looked at me and licked his lips. "Oh, no Miss Icee. I didn't sign up for that."

"You didn't?" I walked toward him now. Why the hell am I walking? It was as if I were being drawn to him and those damn sexy, juicy, full lips of his.

He licked his lips again and then leaned back against the chair; he reached out his long arm, grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to his warm body. The material of his jeans brushed against my thigh. I felt a shiver go up my spine and then he said, "I came to celebrate my birthday by deflowering you, Miss Virgin Icee of Wonderland."

Oh shit…What have I gotten myself into now?

I do not plan on slacking off now. I should be heading back to my post once a week schedule. Chapter 4 is already written, I just need to take a few things out, let my beta look at it, correct it and then post it. Once again, thank you for reading and don't forget to review.