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"Jimmy, c'mon man! It'll be fun!" William slapped his friend's back. "You, me, the boys, and strippers! What's not to like?" He asked. Jimmy shrugged slightly, his hands tucked away in his jean pockets. "I don't know, I guess I'm just not appealed to the idea of a prostitute wiggling her ass in my face, with only a string of Lycra as cover up." William's mouth dropped to his feet. "Why the hell not?"

Jimmy rolled his eyes. Their friend in college, Frederick, was getting married to some poor bimbo who was only in it for the money. And William and a couple of other guys were throwing him a Bachelor's Party at the world-famous Hugh's Gentlemen's Club. It was built by the famous Hugh Hefner himself back in the 50's.

It had been a couple of weeks since he'd met the beautiful Julie at the Beachside Bakery and Grille. And as much as he hated to admit it, he'd forgotten about her. After sitting by the phone for three days, waiting for her call, he figured that she was 'just another girl'…nothing special. It was apparent that she didn't like him, or else she would've called him. Right?

He rubbed his hand down his face in frustration. "I don't know man…I guess I'm too much of a Gentleman." Jimmy replied to William sarcastically. William smiled. "Dude, we are going to a Gentleman's Club! It'll be great! Plus it can give you a chance to get over Jill or Jane or whatever that waitress's name was."

"It was Julie." Jimmy said quickly. Honest and truly, Jimmy didn't want to get over her. He didn't want to forget her gorgeous locks of strawberry hair. He didn't want to throw out the memories of her perfect-Heidi Klum tan legs. And he didn't-especially didn't-want to forget those unforgettable breasts on her. Gah, she was perfect, yet not-so perfect. She was the anti-Jimmy. And that's what he wanted at the moment.

"Whatever," William shrugged. "But you would have a lot of fun. Guess I'll just have to tell Mindy and Cindy, the twins, that you couldn't make it. Darn, and it was a two-for-one special, too. A bargain…" William pretended to be really sad.

Jimmy couldn't believe the lengths his friend was going to get him to go. "Fine…" Jimmy shrugged tiredly. "I'll make an appearance, if I must. And apparently, I must." William laughed. "Its gonna rock, buddy. And don't worry about the whole 'Julie' thing. When some young, big-hipped momma is all over you, just picture Julie in your head."

Jimmy nodded thoughtfully. That could work.

Julie dug in her purse, for the keys to her low-rent apartment in Southside Newport. "C'mon, not again." She muttered to herself, tiredly digging through all of the junk that filled her knock-off designer bag. Finally, she heard a familiar jingle and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God."

When she opened the door to her apartment, she smelled alcohol. Well, good ole' Daddy must've finally gotten his fat ass out of the bed this morning. She sighed as she sat her paycheck on the counter, for her mother to pick up when she came back from her job at the Laundromat.

"Julie?" Her dad's voice slurred over the static coming from the black-n-white satellite TV. "'S that you?" Julie rolled her eyes and nodded. "Yes, Daddy." Her dad continued. "Where've you been all day?" Julie walked past him and plumped down on the couch next to his Lay-Z-Boy. "I've been at work. You know, at the Beachside Bakery and Grille? Unlike you, I've actually been trying to help Momma pay the bills." She turned cold.

"Now don't you get started on that shit now." He gruffly pointed a finger at her. "You know I'm on disability till my back gets better." Julie rolled her eyes and sighed again, folding her arms. "Whatever…" She muttered. "Is Dana around?"

"Your sister's in her room." Her dad paused. "Can you turn up the volume on the television?" Julie gasped and dryly laughed. "Hell no…get off your lazy ass and do it yourself." And without another word, she stomped off to her sister's room at the end of the hall.

"Dana?" She called before opening the door. Instantly, she screamed and turned in the other direction. On her bed, Dana was on top of some guy, rolling around in the sheets. "JULIE!" Dana roared, falling out of the bed and onto the cheap carpet below.

"Sorry!" Julie yelled angrily. "Next time warn me there's a fucking going on, and I'll be sure to knock!" Dana shook her head, as the guy sat a 20 bill on the counter, put on his jeans and walked out. "Thanks Julie, real great." Dana sighed sarcastically.

"So this is what you've been doing with your time?" Julie asked in astonishment. "I offered you a job at the restaurant, and you turn me down for this?" Dana shook her head again, and ran her fingers through her hair. "Julie, forget it…hey, at least I made twenty bucks." She joked around, tucking the twenty in her jean pocket.

Julie then quickly grabbed the bill out of her sister's pocket and held it up. "This is for Momma. We need food on the table, you know?" She then walked into the kitchen and sat the bill on top of her paycheck. When she returned to Dana's room, Dana sat on her bed, smirking. "Little Julie, my baby sister's always looking out for everyone but herself."

Julie sat down in the small chair that sat next to her sister's desk. She blushingly muttered "Well, money's tight. And with Daddy not working, I figure we should help out as much as we can."

Dana smiled. "That's true, I guess." Then very offbeat, she added "Oh, by the way, who is Jimmy?"

Julie's eyes got as big as quarters. "Wh-what? How do you know who Jimmy is?" The truth was, she had completely forgotten about Jimmy. Sure, she still had kept his number, but every time she tried to call him, she'd hang up. It was foolish to believe that she and a guy like Jimmy could ever amount to anything more than a one-night stand. And trust me; she'd had plenty of those.

Dana shrugged a slight smirk on her face. "Momma asked me to separate the wash so that she could take it to the Laundromat, and I found this," She held up the small sheet of wrinkled paper "In one of your pockets…" Then she looked down and read it. "Hmm… 'Call for a good time'. Well, my baby sister's been busy! Careful now, you'll turn out like me." A mischievous gleam in her eyes.

Julie glared at her sister, and coldly replied "Don't worry, Dana. I'll never be like you." Dana just laughed. "Whatever Julie." Then she checked her watch. "Its seven o'clock. Momma should be home any minute now. You'd better go get ready; we need to leave for work in about an hour."

Julie reluctantly shuffled off to her room. At sixteen years old, she was a stripper at Hugh's Gentlemen's Club. Even though she was positive it was illegal, since she was a minor, her sister had been working there for years and managed to make a deal with the Hustler of the Club.

In two hours, 9 o'clock, her shift started. This wasn't her though…if she hadn't seen the sad look in her Momma's eyes every time the bills came, she wouldn't be doing this. She was usually such a humble person; the exact opposite of her sister. Her sister would bang anything that moved, just for the ride. Julie, well-it made fast money, and that's what she needed at the time.

So Julie forced herself to stuff her 'uniform' in her gym bag, and changed out of her Beachside Bakery and Grille uniform into a Blondie t-shirt and acid washed Capri pants. Hey, it was the eighties.

"Welcome to Paradise!" The female bouncer welcomed Jimmy and William into the Club, William giddy and bouncy, acting like a 10-year-old in his daddy's porn. "Sweet! This is awesome!" He took another swig of his beer.

Jimmy looked around in disgust. Everywhere there were posters of naked ladies, rubbing themselves in inappropriate places. There was an open bar to the right that had a table in front where you could take shots off of naked women. And the waitresses were all tall blonde bimbos wearing no bra and a tight white t-shirt that read 'Hugh's'. "Oh yea, it sure is awesome." He dryly retorted.

Suddenly, a Hustler came up on stage. He was a gruff looking fellow, with long greased, black curls for hair, and a black mustache. He wore black slacks and a 'Hugh's' white t-shirt, that wasn't as tight as the waitresses, thank God. "Everyone, I'd like to congratulate Frederick for finding the 'love of his life' in one gorgeous girl!" Everyone, including Frederick, raised their shot glasses and yelled 'Here Here!' before taking a swig. "The entertainment for the night will start shortly, so get you wallets out and pop in a Viagra if you have to."

Jimmy rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Well, here we go." He muttered to himself, taking a long chug of his beer.

"Julie, hurry up! Johnny's gonna kick both of our asses!" Dana took her sister's hand and ran through the back entrance of Hugh's. They were 15 minutes late. As they ran into the dressing room, all of the other blonde bimbos stood in their 'uniforms', smirking.

"Well well, aren't we late?" One of the taller ones sneered. Dana flipped her off, squinting her eyes and pulling on a tight G-string and strapless corset. "Fuck you, V."

The girl shrugged. "When and where?"

Johnny, the Hustler, came in just as Julie was taking off her top. She quickly grabbed her robe and held it over her chest. Johnny rolled his eyes. "Julie, you're a stripper. Get used to being naked in front of horny guys." Julie very reluctantly, pulled her robe down.

Johnny nodded. "Okay, we're ready to start. We got a private VIP party tonight ladies, some rich kid named Fredrick's bachelor party. First up is Veronica," The mean tall girl smirked. "Then its Holey Mary, and then to finish the show off, we have a Sister Duet with Dana and Julie. Get ready, we go on in five." Without another word, he left the dressing room.

Julie pulled on the remainder of her 'uniform', which consisted of a pink lace bra, matching G-string thong, a whip, and 6-inch heels, and looked over at her sister Dana.

Dana smiled. "Don't be nervous! It's a bunch of rich kids, they're sure to tip well."

Julie knew that her sister was just trying to lighten up the mood, but in reality, her humor helped none. She knew by the end of the night where her sister would be…in the backseat of some rich college guy's SUV. But Julie never knew where the night would take her. Sometimes the guys just went home and left her a nice 100 that she could go home and give Momma. But other times, they wanted to stay and 'play' if you get my gist.

She wasn't a virgin. She wasn't going to lie or pretend like she was one, but in her own subconscious she was. None of those guys mattered. It wasn't like she did this stuff for fun. In fact, her 'doing this' probably saved her family from getting evicted or not having meals for days at a time. She did it for a good cause. So to her, she was waiting for the right guy. She was a virgin at heart.

Jimmy watched in silence as all of his best friends got wasted. The show had begun. Some tall, tan blonde was giving Frederick a lap dance. He thought her name was Voom Voom Veronica. Oh well…he really didn't care. How could he sit there when he had a loving (well, not really loving), gold digging honey at home? Jimmy just didn't understand.

William sat next to him, drunk off his ass, laughing his fucking head off like a maniac. He threw his arm around Jimmy, taking another gulp of his beer. "Dude! Why don't you go over there to the Holey Mary? Eh? She's looking pretty lonely."

No she wasn't. Five guys jumped up and down underneath her as she began to take off her top. Jimmy was disgusted; how could someone live like this? He didn't even want to imagine how many STD's were floating around in their bloodstream.

Jimmy shook his head. Sardonically, he replied "No thanks. I don't want to have syphilis before the night is over." William shrugged and went back to hooting at Veronica. "Fine by me."

He sat there, unable to just get up and leave, no matter how bad he wanted to. It was one of his best friend's bachelor party. It was semi-important. Most guys would kill to be sitting where he was right now. But all he wanted to do was just kill himself, and be put out of the misery.

Suddenly, the music changed. Smutty, vulgar sex-kitten music came on, as two gorgeous women stepped out on the stage. One of them had a whip, the other swung on a pole in the centre. Julie saw a guy holding up a 50 bill, and quickly smacked her ass with the whip. Hey, the more she acted like she was enjoying this, the more money she brought home. And that was all that mattered.

Jimmy saw a girl, gorgeous of course, walking sexily towards William, who held up a 50 bill. Her long strawberry hair was messily all over her face as she began to give William a lap dance. But all Jimmy could think about was how familiar the girl looked to him…she wore the same tired expression as…Julie.

"Julie?" Jimmy asked, but the music and the yelling of men was too loud for his voice to be heard. He waved his hand in the air. "Julie!" He called out, and Julie quickly looked down at him from the stage.

Oh no… Julie's mind went blank. There stood Jimmy, the only guy who wasn't practically boning the stage to get next to her. She felt tears sting her eyes, and she felt dirty. This wasn't the kind of person that she wanted Jimmy to think of her as.

William suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her off stage, pulling her to a nearby corner. "Hey, you wanna come home with me after the show, sweet thing?"

Jimmy quickly intervened. "Sorry, my friend is just a little too drunk." He tried pulling William away, but suddenly the Hustler appeared. "Julie, what's wrong? Why aren't you on stage?"

William fumbled around in his pockets, pulling out his wallet. "Look girl, I will pay you a thousand dollars," He pulled ten 100 dollar bills from his wallet. "If you will just go home with me tonight.

Jimmy saw the scared look on Julie's face. It was one of desperation; she was torn. Jimmy stepped in again. "Look sir," He said to the Hustler. "It's fine. He's drunk, i-in 10 minutes he'll forget even asking her-"

But the Hustler wasn't listening. "Done." He said to William, who stood there smirking. Then the Hustler turned to Julie. "Go pack up your things. Get ready to leave."

Julie felt the same tears sting the corners of her eyes again. Was this really how she wanted to live her life? Going around banging other guys just so she could eat a decent meal that night? "No Johnny…" She murmured in a barely audible tone.

"Excuse me?" Johnny's mouth dropped in disbelief. "Did you just say 'no' to me?" Without giving her a chance to explain, he threw open the EXIT door and yanked her out of it, locking the door behind him.

"Julie!" Jimmy cried out, but the show was over. Everyone was piling out of the Club, and William jerked him away. "Well, that was a fun night…hey, where's that girl?" He slurred, barely able to keep his eyes open. Jimmy rolled his eyes and ventured off from the group, and lingered over to the side of the building. He saw Johnny, the Hustler, and Julie fighting.

Julie was still clad in her pink G-string and bra. She stood there crying as Johnny screamed at her. "A thousand dollars! A THOUSAND DOLLARS!" Julie burst into sobs. "I was scared…" She cried. Suddenly, Johnny back-handed her square in the face, and she fell over backwards into the concrete. This was enough.

"Hey!" Jimmy yelled, beginning towards the scene.

Johnny repulsively looked over at Jimmy. "Go back to your Country Club, little boy. This isn't the side of Newport your used to." Then he turned back to Julie. "And you!" He kicked her as hard as he could in the stomach as she lay there, sobbing intensely.

"Leave her alone…" Jimmy warned under his breath as he stepped protectively in front of Julie.

Johnny just laughed. "Yeah, and what are you going to do about it? Beat me over the head with your Water Polo stick?"

Jimmy didn't flinch. Maybe if he was silent, Johnny would go away. All that could be heard was Julie on the ground, sobbing. Johnny finally scoffed. "Fuck this shit, man. If I EVER see you around here again, you little whore, I will PERSONALLY finish you!" He shouted at Julie, before turning around and going inside.

After he was gone, Jimmy immediately swirled around and bent down next to Julie. "Hey, are you okay?" He put on sort of a half smile and soothingly helped her sit up.

Julie continued to sob, before rolling her eyes. "Gosh, I don't know why I can't stop crying…its okay. Johnny does that all the time. It's no big deal." She tremblingly stood up, and Jimmy grabbed her arms to help support her. She was weak.

Jimmy frowned as he felt her arms. "You're freezing…" He muttered before taking off his Ralph Lauren jacket and draping it over her back. Julie snorted in her tears. "Yeah, they really don't make this outfit in a winter fur coat style." She looked down at her lingerie. Jimmy laughed.

They stood in silence; Julie's occasional sob could be heard. "So, do you like, need a ride home…or anything?" Jimmy spoke up, his breath coming out in little puffs. Julie shook her head. "Naw, my apartment isn't that far away. I'll walk."

But Jimmy wouldn't have it. "No, I really don't mind." He offered her his arm as he cocked his head over to the black SUV sitting a few parking spaces away. Julie shrugged and sighed. "What the hell…"

They drove back to Julie's place in silence. Julie sat there, wondering what was going to happen next. They had conveniently met by chance twice. Was it fate? She was a strong believer of fate. In her opinion, everything happened for a reason. She hoped that the reason for this was positive.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jimmy glanced at Julie, who sat in the passenger's seat next to him. Should he try the old 'yawn' trick? Maybe he should tell her that there was something in her eye, and then cunningly kiss her passionately. What was so different about her? Sure, he'd had his share of girls. And they were all more than willing to be kissed by Jimmy Cooper. But the thing was, that Jimmy wasn't so sure that Julie was one of those girls. What if she didn't want to be kissed? Jimmy sighed and parked the car in the parking lot of her complex. "So…" He looked over at her, smiling. "Tonight's been an eventful night."

Julie nodded thoughtfully. "I guess you could say that." She looked around the parking lot for her sister's Suzuki, and groaned when she saw that it wasn't there. "Well, nice to know my sister's getting her money's worth tonight."

Jimmy shook his head, confusedly. "Why do you do that anyway?"

"Do what?" Julie asked, a sharp tone taking over her voice.

Jimmy gestured with his hand at her outfit and frowned. "That."

Julie sighed and felt tears coming to her eyes again. "Well, let's just say that not everything is handed to me on a silver platter." She began to open the door to get out, but Jimmy reached over and grabbed her hand. Julie rolled her eyes. "Look, I don't wanna talk about it."

Jimmy folded his arms. "Well here's the thing Julie. I think you do." He looked over at her, an eyebrow arched. Julie shook her head. "Oh yeah, you know me. Wow, you sure can read me like a book." She sarcastically gave him thumbs up and scoffed, shaking her head.

"C'mon, there's got to be a reason for you doing this. Humor me." Jimmy pretended to be really interested. Julie opened the car door and got out, Jimmy following.

"I don't want to talk about it. I barely know you, goddamn it!" She yelled behind her, stomping to her door. Jimmy caught up with her, grabbing her wrist and swirling her around to face him. They're faces were almost touching again, just like that day in the restaurant.

In a flash, Julie pushed Jimmy against the wood paneling on her building, leaning into him and pushing her tongue down his throat. But don't worry…Jimmy didn't mind. He grabbed her face, pulling her closer into him. They were having their first kiss. Julie didn't want it to end. But it did.

And then, in spite of herself, she slapped him. "What the fuck!" Jimmy shouted, touching the spot on his face that her hand hit. "What do think you're doing, you bastard? Kissing me!" Julie put her hands on her hips, panting.

"WH-WHAT? Excuse me, Missy, but you kissed me! Okay?" Jimmy was in disbelief. Julie shook her head, narrowing her eyes. "I think you should leave." Julie said simply, digging in her purse to find her keys. It was late; she couldn't wake Momma to come unlock the door.

Jimmy threw his hands up in the air, snickering. "You know what? Fine! I will!" He stormed off towards his SUV. Julie began tearing off his Ralph Lauren jacket. "And take your stupid designer jacket!" Jimmy didn't stop. "Keep it!" He yelled behind him, climbing in the car.

Julie groaned in frustration and stormed into her dark apartment. Jimmy put his keys in the ignition and backed out of the parking lot. Both had a small smile on their face.

I loved that chapter! RR please!

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