Title: World of Sin
Type: 7th Heaven Fan Fiction
Rating: PG-13 (Sexual Content, Drugs)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of 7th Heaven. I do own all my original characters and this story, though. Don't take.
Summary: Ruthie Camden rebels against morality and everything her family stands for when she meets a guy willing to introduce her to his world.

Writer's Note: I wrote this a couple years ago, or part of it, but greatly improved it. It's one of my better stories.

Thanks for all the comments! I appreciate them!

Chapter Five

Ten pm was coming up way too fast. It was already nine, and I was ready. I wasn't sure what to wear, so I wore jeans and a t-shirt. I packed a small skirt and top in my purse, just in case. I called a cab, found the place, and met Ashton. We were standing under the giant 'ADULT' sign. It freaked me out. This place was real. I was really auditioning to be a worker at an adult club. I spoke to Ashton.

"Can you tell me what I'm doing now?" I asked, a little afraid. Ashton nodded.

"You're going to be dancing for Mr. Joe," He told me. I nodded. That wasn't so bad. "In this." He pulled out a frilly black and red bra and a matching skirt that would barely cover my butt. I gulped.

"You're kidding," I breathed.

"You should have expected this. I mean, you came in here with me last night," Ashton stated. I nodded. "Are you going to do this or not?" I wasn't sure. A thought crossed my mind.

"Can I ask one question?" I wanted to know. Ashton nodded. "Do I ever have to take off my shirt?" Ashton thought for a moment.

"Only if you want to," He told me. A sigh of relief passed through my body. I'd never expose myself like that.

"Ok," I said, "I'll do it." Ashton led me into a room to change. I put on the clothes and they fit perfectly. The bra had extra padding and the skirt came with built in underwear -- like a cheerleading outfit. I met up with Ashton again and he took me to a private room. I entered and saw Mr. Joe sitting in a chair in a dark room, with only dim bulbs lighting it. I saw two poles and a built in bar.

"Hello again, Ruthie," Mr. Joe greeted me. His voice rolled like velvet -- but not a good velvet. Black velvet, like the song, but not like Elvis.

"Hi," I whispered, my voice cracking. Ashton smiled in an attempt to comfort me.

"I'll see you later, Ruthie. I'll be working the bar," Ashton informed me. I didn't want him to leave me, but I didn't say anything. Ashton left and closed the door. I was alone with Mr. Joe in a dimly lit room.

"We don't call them strippers here, Ruthie. We call them exotic dancers," Mr. Joe explained. Chills went down my spine. "For their audition, every talented girl out there had to do the same thing. You're no different, Ruthie. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"If you want to work at the C Club, you can't be so timid. You've got to throw yourself out there -- quite literally -- in order to be accepted," Mr. Joe told me, "Do you want to be accepted?"

"Yes," I spoke loudly.

"Good. Now what I want you to do for me is dance. I'm going to set some music, and you're going to dance on the poles, on the ground, on the bar, and on whatever you think is necessary. Ready?" Mr. Joe asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess," I stated. Music blared. I danced back and forth. I swung around each pole twice. I pulled myself onto the first pole and climbed up, as sexily as I could. I jumped to the other pole and slid down slowly. I threw myself to the ground and did a front flip. I shook my hips and threw my hair. Music blared. My hands shook. Suddenly, I had the urge to shake my butt. I shook my butt like I never had, then shook my chest. I was ashamed of myself, mostly because of the fun I was having. I threw my hair into my face, then I walked up to Mr. Joe and circled him, putting my hands on his head. As the music stopped, I jumped onto bar and landed in a squatting position. The lights came on and Mr. Joe smiled.

"That was great, my dear. Now there's only one thing left to do before you're hired. You must prove your loyalty to your boss. You willing to agree?" Mr. Joe asked. I nodded. The lights went down. Slower music came on. I'll never speak of the things I did that night. All I knew was, when I went back to the apartment, I'd shower, go to bed, and go to work the next day. I was afraid of what would happen, but I was hired.