~"Did you get the job?" Piper asked.
"Yeah, I start tomorrow night. And the pay is awesome."
"Phoebe, are you sure this is what you want to do?" Prue asked, "I mean, if this is about what happened with Cole--"
Phoebe interrupted her, "Who's Cole?"
Phoebe walked up the stairs to her bedroom and shut the door, leaving her sisters confused.~
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"She's in denial, Prue. I mean, you know what happened the last time Phoebe was like this," Piper said.
"Yeah, I turned into a dog and Phoebe turned into a banshee. But Cole brought her back."
"But Cole's not here to bring her back this time. He doesn't even know who she is. And, apparently, Phoebe doesn't want to remember him."
"We'll figure out something. Besides, Phoebe's happy, you know? She has this new job, and because of this job, she WILL meet new people."
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The music was pounding as Cole and Daryl walked into the club.
"I still don't know why I let you talk me into this," Cole said. "I've never been to one of these places in my life."
"I thought we could use a good time after a hard day's work. Plus, I want to introduce you to someone."
"And you had her meet us here? That's not very nice."
"No, she works here. Trust me, you'll love her."
Cole looked at him confused. How would Daryl know someone that works at a strip club?
They made their way toward the stage and sat down in the front row. Cole watched the girls dancing on the poles and was fascinated by both of them. It was a little before nine at night, and already, he was having a good time.
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Phoebe had already picked out her songs. Now her only problem was picking out something to wear. She had two choices: a pink feather trimmed top with a black leather mini skirt, or her kisses tube top with a red glitter-trimmed skirt. She poked her head out of her dressing room to see what Mandi was wearing. Seeing that Mandi had on the red glitter-trimmed skirt, she opted for the pink and black ensemble. She made sure that the skirt was short enough to tease, but not revealing anything...yet. She picked out five inch high-heeled black sandals to match her outfit.
She walked out to the makeup center where she put on foundation, powder, blush, and her trademark "Wicked" lipstick. She thought the color looked like very ripe cherries and it looked fabulous on her.
Just as she was ready to go out on stage, Daryl came back to her.
"Daryl, did you get him here?"
"Yeah, we're sitting at table 13, okay? But just one thing. You're going to explain all of this to me when you are done."
"Just to let you know, I'm not done until four, I think."
"I'll wait. Good luck, I'll see ya."
"Yeah."
Phoebe heard the song end and saw Carissa come back stage. She knew it was her turn out on the poles. She was new at this and was very nervous, but wouldn't let that show. She had someone to impress. She heard her music start up and walked out on stage. She grabbed the pole closest to her and wrapped her right leg around it. She hooked it so that she could spin around on it. She stood back up and moved to the other pole. She danced around it for a little while then got down on her hands and knees. She crawled to the edge of the stage and did a back flip somersault off of it. She heard gasps and murmurs from the audience and then wild cheers erupted.
She slinked her way down the aisles, looking for Cole and Daryl, while still putting on a performance. She found them and sultrily made her way to them. She danced around Cole for about 45 seconds then moved to the front of him. She sat on his lap and grinded him while unbuttoning the first three buttons of his shirt. She removed her top to reveal her bare stomach and a black lacy bra. She pushed his face into the crack between his face and pulled it right back, seeing the joyful look on his face. She unzipped her skirt and had Cole pull it off. Underneath were panties that matched her bra. Phoebe hooked her legs over Cole's shoulders and bent backward between his legs. Daryl sat in surprise and shock while Cole was having the time of his life with this girl he didn't even know.
She sat back up and was rewarded with a fifty dollar bill from him, along with various amounts of money from other men sitting near the aisles. By the end of the night, she had made over three thousand dollars in tips, not to mention her regular paycheck, which she found out to be $126 a night. To get an even bigger reward, Cole had stayed through the entire thing, not taking his eyes off of her. Maybe her plan would work after all.
Phoebe walked out of the club, dressed in her fishnet shirt and leather leopard-print pants, and saw Cole standing there waiting for her.
"I'm glad you're still here," she said.
"Really? Why's that?"
"I wanted to ask you a question."
"Okay."
"I just need directions."
"To where?" he asked.
"To your heart," Phoebe said, her expression not changing.
"That's cute."
"I get cuter," she said, flashing her smile that made guys melt. "I'm Phoebe Halliwell." She offered her hand and he took it, kissing it.
"Cole Turner."
"Are you coming back tomorrow night? It's always good to know that you have a regular customer," Phoebe said.
"I'm only coming back if you're here."
"Well, I will be. So, I can count on seeing you here tomorrow, right?"
"Absolutely. And you just might get those directions you want." He smiled at her, climbed into his car, and drove away.
*~*Part 6 will be up before Saturday!*~*
"Yeah, I start tomorrow night. And the pay is awesome."
"Phoebe, are you sure this is what you want to do?" Prue asked, "I mean, if this is about what happened with Cole--"
Phoebe interrupted her, "Who's Cole?"
Phoebe walked up the stairs to her bedroom and shut the door, leaving her sisters confused.~
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"She's in denial, Prue. I mean, you know what happened the last time Phoebe was like this," Piper said.
"Yeah, I turned into a dog and Phoebe turned into a banshee. But Cole brought her back."
"But Cole's not here to bring her back this time. He doesn't even know who she is. And, apparently, Phoebe doesn't want to remember him."
"We'll figure out something. Besides, Phoebe's happy, you know? She has this new job, and because of this job, she WILL meet new people."
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The music was pounding as Cole and Daryl walked into the club.
"I still don't know why I let you talk me into this," Cole said. "I've never been to one of these places in my life."
"I thought we could use a good time after a hard day's work. Plus, I want to introduce you to someone."
"And you had her meet us here? That's not very nice."
"No, she works here. Trust me, you'll love her."
Cole looked at him confused. How would Daryl know someone that works at a strip club?
They made their way toward the stage and sat down in the front row. Cole watched the girls dancing on the poles and was fascinated by both of them. It was a little before nine at night, and already, he was having a good time.
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Phoebe had already picked out her songs. Now her only problem was picking out something to wear. She had two choices: a pink feather trimmed top with a black leather mini skirt, or her kisses tube top with a red glitter-trimmed skirt. She poked her head out of her dressing room to see what Mandi was wearing. Seeing that Mandi had on the red glitter-trimmed skirt, she opted for the pink and black ensemble. She made sure that the skirt was short enough to tease, but not revealing anything...yet. She picked out five inch high-heeled black sandals to match her outfit.
She walked out to the makeup center where she put on foundation, powder, blush, and her trademark "Wicked" lipstick. She thought the color looked like very ripe cherries and it looked fabulous on her.
Just as she was ready to go out on stage, Daryl came back to her.
"Daryl, did you get him here?"
"Yeah, we're sitting at table 13, okay? But just one thing. You're going to explain all of this to me when you are done."
"Just to let you know, I'm not done until four, I think."
"I'll wait. Good luck, I'll see ya."
"Yeah."
Phoebe heard the song end and saw Carissa come back stage. She knew it was her turn out on the poles. She was new at this and was very nervous, but wouldn't let that show. She had someone to impress. She heard her music start up and walked out on stage. She grabbed the pole closest to her and wrapped her right leg around it. She hooked it so that she could spin around on it. She stood back up and moved to the other pole. She danced around it for a little while then got down on her hands and knees. She crawled to the edge of the stage and did a back flip somersault off of it. She heard gasps and murmurs from the audience and then wild cheers erupted.
She slinked her way down the aisles, looking for Cole and Daryl, while still putting on a performance. She found them and sultrily made her way to them. She danced around Cole for about 45 seconds then moved to the front of him. She sat on his lap and grinded him while unbuttoning the first three buttons of his shirt. She removed her top to reveal her bare stomach and a black lacy bra. She pushed his face into the crack between his face and pulled it right back, seeing the joyful look on his face. She unzipped her skirt and had Cole pull it off. Underneath were panties that matched her bra. Phoebe hooked her legs over Cole's shoulders and bent backward between his legs. Daryl sat in surprise and shock while Cole was having the time of his life with this girl he didn't even know.
She sat back up and was rewarded with a fifty dollar bill from him, along with various amounts of money from other men sitting near the aisles. By the end of the night, she had made over three thousand dollars in tips, not to mention her regular paycheck, which she found out to be $126 a night. To get an even bigger reward, Cole had stayed through the entire thing, not taking his eyes off of her. Maybe her plan would work after all.
Phoebe walked out of the club, dressed in her fishnet shirt and leather leopard-print pants, and saw Cole standing there waiting for her.
"I'm glad you're still here," she said.
"Really? Why's that?"
"I wanted to ask you a question."
"Okay."
"I just need directions."
"To where?" he asked.
"To your heart," Phoebe said, her expression not changing.
"That's cute."
"I get cuter," she said, flashing her smile that made guys melt. "I'm Phoebe Halliwell." She offered her hand and he took it, kissing it.
"Cole Turner."
"Are you coming back tomorrow night? It's always good to know that you have a regular customer," Phoebe said.
"I'm only coming back if you're here."
"Well, I will be. So, I can count on seeing you here tomorrow, right?"
"Absolutely. And you just might get those directions you want." He smiled at her, climbed into his car, and drove away.
*~*Part 6 will be up before Saturday!*~*