WARNING: NOT EDITED! I wanted to post because you all have been waiting patiently and I couldn't edit and post it tonight but I figured you'd all want it anyways..

I hope you all enjoy Mallorys head and let's just say its about to get crazy.

Mallory

Sex is nothing to me. It's a tool. Something I use to get what I want. It's not emotional, it doesn't have emotion, its sex. Everyone wants it and they pay me to get it. Who doesn't enjoy the feeling of an orgasm? Things like hand jobs, head, eating out and sex are all ways to get off and nothing more than that.

What I just did with Tyler was not sex.

Fuck.

What did I just do with Tyler?

I felt something with him. I don't even know what exactly I felt to tell you the truth. I'm fucking screwed. I enjoyed feeling him pressed against me, inside me. I loved he felt pounding against me. I wanted more and more from him. I couldn't get enough. I kept trying to get closer in any way I could. I didn't know what had come over me but it was the best and scariest feeling I've ever had. I felt like I needed him, like he was the only one that could fix me.

No one can fix me.

But being with him is an insane sensation that I never want to lose.

When we got in the shower and he told me he didn't know what he'd do without me I panicked. I fucking freaked out on the inside and I tried not to show it on the outside. We had just had amazing sex and here I am fucking it up within minutes after.

He cares about me, I know that. I came to terms with the fact hat I care about him too, even if I have never said it to him. Now hes telling me he doesn't know what he'd do without me? Shit. This means that if I leave I'll hurt him. Ive been thinking about leaving..getting out of this relationship. Not getting too deep. He knew when we started this shit that I was skeptical. I'm not trying to use him but I don't know what to do.

He knew I was freaked out, he felt me tense up. He didn't say anything for the rest of the shower. We washed each other and kissed, a lot. It felt too intimate to me but I couldn't bring myself to stop him. I didn't want him to get he wrong impression. What am I saying..I didn't want myself to get the wrong impression.

He would get to know me better and he wouldn't want me. Its going to click in his head one day that I'm not that girl. I'm not the one you date, kiss, cuddle, cook for, nothing. I'm the girl you fuck and pay. I'm not a good person. I'm a fucking prostitute.

I'm worried because I feel like the day he realizes I'm not a good person is going to be the day that I'm going to lose this piece of myself. This happy piece that he's brought back and I don't think I'll ever be able to get it back.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked Tyler as we walked out the doors of my apartment building. I was heading off to work and he was going back to his apartment to hang out with Aiden. He hadn't been seeing much of him since we started dating or whatever. I'm still not fucking used to having a boyfriend.

"Of course sweetheart." He's been dropping that nickname a lot since we had sex a week ago. I know its because he cares and we've gotten a lot closer but he also knows it freaks me out. I can see it in his eyes every time he says it, waiting for me to crack and flip my shit at him. Part of me wants to yell fuck off my names Mallory but then there's the larger part of me that knows he's doing it because we're together and he cares. I just have to remember that he cares and not be freaked out by the concept. It's easier said than done.

Work seemed long tonight. I mostly stuck to dancing which was always a good money maker. I would be completely bruised tomorrow from the pole but whatever. I got paid real well when I danced, lap dances tended to be my specialty. Plus there's always those regulars that want a certain girl every time they come in and I was a lot of men's certain girl. Sometimes my lap dances would turn into private rooms which meant more money.

Tonight I kept thinking about Tyler. Usually while I'm at work I'm focused and I don't think about much of anything. Its very mindless for me. Tonight every time I'd be grinding against someone I'd think of how it felt to be grinding against Tyler. I'd be riding the pole and see the men watching me and wish that they were Tyler watching me. I wanted him to be there and that was weird.

When I got a break I did something I never thought I'd do in my entire life. I texted Tyler and told him I missed him. I don't even think I realized what I was doing until after I did it and even then I was frozen staring at the screen. Holy shit, I just told him I miss him? Great Mallory now he's really going to get in too deep. I'm going to singlehandedly screw myself over.

I didn't even look at my phone to see if he had sent anything back I just threw it back in my locker and when back to dancing. I didn't want to think about what I had just done. It would just distract me from making money and I always needed to make money.

I wrapped myself around the pole, swinging down and exposing my ass beneath the tiny skirt I had on. I was wearing a similar skirt to the one Tyler had pulled off me in the private room weeks ago. Ah! See! I'm fucking thinking about him again! Fuck.. Mallory stop.

I dropped down low and then dragged my body back up the poll. As I stood up I saw a man coming towards me. He was older and I was hoping he'd have money on him because I would make him pay. I grabbed the poll and threw my head back. I slid myself down and laid on my back as he approached me. My knees were bent and straddling the pole as I sprawled out. I wanted him to want me, I wanted him to want to pay me.

"Hi sexy" I winked and grabbed the tie he was wearing. This was my job, make them feel like I want them even when they're creepy, ugly, weird, old…whatever. "What can I do for you?"

"How about you dance for me?" He was probably in his 30's and definitely single.

I got off the platform that I was on and took his hand and led him to a chair. I began to dance as he sat and stared. This used to be so intimidating for me when I first started but now its nothing. I dance erotically and rub my hands all over my boobs and down my stomach and tug on my skirt. The goal is to make the guy as horny as I possibly can and that produces more money because he'll want help getting off. I hadn't even gotten close to him and I could tell that he was already hard, this would be fucking easy. I leaned towards him and whispered "You're so fucking sexy" into his ear. He visibly shivered. Fucking easy fucking money. It was almost like I was another person when I was here. It wasn't really me doing all of this it was another side, a dangerous side. I didn't care about the process I just wanted the result, money.

He started to get really touchy with me and I was glad, I wanted him to buy a private room. If he did then I'd make a ton of money and I'd probably only have to fucking jack him off or get myself off for him. Either way it's a fucking win. I stopped dancing because his five minutes was up and he put a hundred dollar bill in my skirt.

"Do you want to get a private room with me?" I put one of my legs up on the chair arm beside him and his eyes immediately went to my pussy. I was barely wearing any panties, they were the tiniest ones I could I find and they always did what I needed them to do.

"Oh fuck yes gorgeous." Yeah buddy, you talking nice to me isn't going to get you anything special. I don't do discounts, I don't give extras and I don't do anal. I hated those fucking guys that thought if they were extra sweet to you that they'd actually get extra shit..fuck no.

"You've just gotten me so hard honey and I want you to take care of it." Yes I knew you would. I grabbed his hand and pulled him with me through the club. We got into one of the rooms and it was tinted blue. Each had its own unique lighting, creating its own mood.

I pushed him down on the bed in the center of the room, he wasn't muscular but large and incredibly tall. I mean probably a foot taller than me at least, maybe like 6'5'', it freaked me out. I wanted to have the upper hand and control him, so I made him lay down. I stood at his feet and began rubbing my inner thighs.

"Oh you're so fucking sexy..it's making me wet."

"I want to come, right now. " All I could think of was money, money, money. He'd be paying for this and he knew it. I crawled onto the bed and unbuckled his pants and pulled them down taking his boxers with them.

"What do you want me to do to you?" I used my raspy, sensual voice and licked my lips. Usually they wanted head..i'd give it, they'd pay and leave.

"I want to stick it in your tight ass." I froze. Fuck no. That was my only no.

"Wouldn't you rather me suck your dick?" I kept with the voice thinking I could persuade him.

"No honey. You look so tight and I want to feel you." He sat up and grabbed me by my arms and pushed me down on the bed beside him. He started kissing me and began to pull my clothes off, I let him. Maybe I could get him to change his mind? I grabbed his dick and began pumping it, he responded immediately with grunts. I moved down and put my mouth around him and began sucking him off. See? He wanted it.

"That's right, get it all wet so it will go in you easier.." He said between grunts and I sucked harder. No. I'm getting you off like this and you'll fucking pay me. "Okay now turn around." His voice was hard.

"No." It's all I said. I sat up waiting for him to complain or some shit.

"No? Fucking bitch I told you to turn around." He yelled I into my ear before grabbing my arms and trying to turn me. I tried to fight him and it wasn't working, I wasn't strong enough to fight, he was huge. He was grabbing my arms so tightly it hurt and I knew I'd bruise. I struggled against him as I felt his elbow smack into my face. Fuck that hurt a lot.

"Back the fuck up pencil dick!" I screamed at him and he let me go just enough that I pushed away and opened the door.

Someone immediately rushed past me, I assumed it was a body guard. These rooms aren't sound proof and we had been yelling at each other. They were always there to take care of clients like these. We were allowed to have things we didn't do. Anal was my one thing.

I heard a loud smack and knew it was someone getting punched in the face. I turned around and saw a man knelt over the client. He had one arm on the clients neck and the other ready to hit again.

"Never fucking touch her again!" I stopped breathing. I fucking knew that voice. Didn't I? No. It couldn't be..that's impossible.

"You hear me?" He punched again. "Don't fucking go near her! Don't touch her!" And he punched him again. I was frozen. I was still naked standing in the corner, I could hear myself breathing loudly. The client got his strength back from the surprise attack and punched the man, hard. The man fell off the bed and hit the ground with a thud. As the client went over to hit the man more a bodyguard came in and went towards them.

"Break it up! You're both out of here!" The client had punched the man another time before the bodyguard pulled them off each other. Another bodyguard heard the commotion and came in the room ready to take one of the men out. The second bodyguard threw me his jacket knowing I couldn't easily put my clothes back on.

"Thank you" I barely mumbled. I was waiting for them to take these men out.

I watched as one of the bodyguards grabbed the client by his arm and began dragging him out of the room. I looked away, not wanting to make eye contact. My boss would still make him pay for the room and I was fucking happy about that.

"You fucking slut! You better watch your fucking back!" His voice was just..scary. I fucking hated it. I'm never scared.

"Mallory!" There was that voice again. "Are you fucking okay?" It sounded panicked and scared and extremely worried. As the body guard brought him closer I could see the blood covereing his face. It looked like he had been punched more than twice. His nose looked broken and his eyes were puffy.

That's when something happened that hadn't happened since I had lost my dad, I felt my heart sink, and it hurt.

"Tyler?"

This is unedited so I'm REALLY SORRY for any mistakes you may have come across. I will fix it when I can but until then please enjoy and let me know what you think of this chapter. I HATED writing about Mallory with another guy but it was necessary..you need to know about her life.