Stripper

Summary: Justin lives with his mother in an apartment, with his mother's boyfriend. He needs to find a job to help pay rent. He becomes a stripper. He and Brian go to the same school, and soon become friends. (Both 16 years old). Brian doesn't know about what Justin does at first. He soon finds out.

Saturday

4:45 pm

Strip Club

Brian waited in his car to see if Justin was gonna come. He had a feeling Justin was gonna come to this place. His feeling was right, because he saw Justin pull up, in the parking lot. He got out and followed Justin inside. He followed Justin, into his room. "Well, well, well, look what I found." Brian said. Justin jumped at Brian's voice. He knew he was busted. He just stared at the floor. He couldn't look at Brian. "Why are you still working here. You said you quit."

"I lied."

"Why the fuck would you lie?"

"I had to. There was no other option."

"Yes there was. You could have just quit. You know you don't have to keep this job anymore."

"Yes I do! I can't get out of this!"

"Why? Why can't you just quit?"

"I can't tell you. How I wish I could."

"You can tell me anything. After finding out about this, there's nothing that can make me not want you."

"I can't tell you this. The manager told me that I couldn't tell ANYONE. You should have heard the way he said it. He scared the shit out of me. I'll always be scared cause of what he said."

"Please Justin. Please tell me." Justin sighed. He knew Brian wasn't gonna give up until he told him what was going on.

"If I do, do you promise not to do anything at all?"

"I promise." Justin sighed nervously, letting out a shaky breath.

"When I went to quit, the manager told me that he just threatened to fire me so I wouldn't quit and I said I was still quiting. He told me that I wasn't because if I did, then he and John would find me and rape me until I agreed to come back. He told me don't tell ANYONE." Justin was crying by now. Brian went over to him and hugged him.

"We'll file a report and get them sent to jail."

"How do you know they'll go to jail?"

"I don't, to be honest."

"Brian, I have to get out there, if I don't who knows what could happen." They both knew what could happen and what might happen.

"Okay, but I'm driving you home."

"What about my car?"

"I'll have my parents pick it up or we'll pick it up tomorrow.

2:00 am

Brian had just gotten back to the house. Justin was asleep. He carried Justin inside and laid him on their bed. He would wait till tomorrow to talk to his parents about taking them to court. He hated how they made Justin stay, but he loved the way Justin danced on the pole. If only it was for him only and to not sell his body. He laid down next to Justin and soon fell asleep. He was just happy he was back with him in their home. In their bed.

A/N: So what do you think? Continue or not?