Thank you for your feedback on the smut from last chapter. I won't be doing many more of those scenes but I am glad people liked it. This chapter does go back to Beth's POV. I am thinking this story will be about 7 or so chapters.

BPOV

"Did you two have a good time?" Aaron asked the next morning. I felt a smile grace my face as I looked up from the sizzling bacon and turned to look at my nosy roommate.

"Not that I should be telling you about it. Yes. Yes it was a great time." I smiled even bigger. He matched my grin as Eric emerged from their bedroom.

"My goodness you two were loud last night B. I am so happy for you." Eric chimed. "What was that round two or three?"

"Shut up." I chided with a giggle. "Okay fine three." A chorus of laughter rung out around me. "He left for work early this morning."

"You working today?" Tara questioned from her seat on the sofa.

"Ya I go in tonight."

"Is he okay with what you do? You know now that you are…" Amy questioned lifting her eyes from the cross stich she was working on.

"We didn't have time last night to talk about that you know." More giggles filled the room. We sat down to eat the fresh breakfast before setting out for the day.

The music flowed around me, my body twisting and dipping in time with the beat, the glitter clung to my skin as sweat pooled on me. The straps of my silver bikini bottoms seemed to dig into my flesh as I spun around the cold silver pole in the center of the stage, my long tanned leg gliding down to touch the cool floor. I barley registered the sounds of the men ogling me as I worked my body to the sounds of the music. My eyes landed on my boss Martinez standing in the corner by the dressing room, his eyes were hard as they focused on me, I gave him my best smile as I put my focus back on my dancing. When my time was up I made my way to the dressing room and wrapped myself in the soft pink silk robe. "Tink" Martinez called as he entered the room with two large men.

"Yeah?" I questioned getting a worried feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"What would you say to a private show tonight? Lots a money involved." He said in a sly voice. "And remember you don't really have..."

"An option yeah I know. How long will the show be and what are they expecting?" I said cutting him off. He gave me a hard look as if I had slapped him. "Sorry."

"Fine. Three extra hours and they want the full package."

"I don't do the full package you know that." I replied, the gut feeling coming back full force.

"How about you make an exception tonight." He suggested in a tone that was anything but suggestive.

"No, I will not go against my morals anymore then I already do."

"Do you not remember the fact that it's not an option?" He barked.

"I sure as hell aint sleeping with any of them, that's not how I work and you know it." I spat. "If this is what I have to do then you can go ahead and fire me."

"You wanna be done."

"I aint gonna let you keep controlling me. Telling me what to do." I yelled. He looked more amused than anything.

"Fine Crowley go get Jane. She'll take over for Tink. You grab your shit and get the fuck outta my club and don't come back."

"Fine by me." I quickly changed into my jeans and yellow polo shirt, pulling on my cowboy boots I grabbed my bag and made a beeline for the back door. I didn't need this place, or the money that they could offer me. I will find a new job something better, something where I can keep my clothes on. I jumped in my car and made my way towards Daryl's apartment.

As I pulled to a stop in front of his building I began to rethink my decision to come here. Why not just go home and talk to my friends about being fired. This man barley knows me, I mean I met him what a week ago if that and I have already slept with him and told him all my big dark secrets. Feeling like a complete idiot I turned the engine over and put the car back into drive. A soft knock on the window startled me, making me jump out of my skin. I could feel the glitter like it was dirt as I turned to face the passenger window. Daryl stood there looking in at me with a strangely amused expression. I put the car back in park and cut the engine before stepping out. "You okay?" He questioned as I came around and stood next to him.

"I got fired."

"Really?"

"Yes I turned down a big job and he fired me for it." He looked a little pissed but it quickly faded. He led me upstairs to his apartment. Once the door was closed I slumped down to the floor. Near the wooden coffee table.

"You know you can sit on the couch." He said with a chuckle.

"Oh no I haven't showered yet and I don't want to get glitter on your furniture." I replied with a smile, he moved from his spot on the couch and grabbed my hand pulling me up to sit next to him. "The glitter?"

"Don't worry about it." He said keeping a hold of my hand. "What happened exactly?" He asked. I let out a long sigh before I replied.

"These men came in and asked for me for a private party. Normally it's no big deal because all they want is women to stare at and dance in the back ground but these ones wanted the full package. I don't ever offer that, a few of the other girls do because well they are kinda gross but never me and he said it wasn't an option. I kept fighting and eventually he told me to get the fuck out." I replayed the entire scene to him as he held my hand.

"Are you happy with being terminated?" He questioned, I cocked my head to the side as I thought it over.

"I am beyond happy that I no longer have to strip for money. I don't know what I am going to do but I am glad for a fresh start." I smiled one of my big brilliant smiles that I reserved for only a few people. "I am totally gonna kiss you now, to hell with the glitter." I said as I leaned in and placed my lips against his. His hands moved to tangle in my unwashed hair as our lips remained pressed tightly together, my tongue slipped out to brush his bottom lip begging for entrance. In an instant he responded by thrusting his tongue into my warm mouth. We stayed that way for what seemed like eternity, only parting for brief moments to catch our breaths.

A light knock on the door broke us apart as Daryl stood to open it. I could see Shawn standing in front of him with an unreadable expression on his face. "Shawn?" Daryl questioned with an annoyed tone to his voice.

"I want to apologize man. I was out of line yesterday." Daryl allowed him into the apartment. "Beth?"

"Hi Shawn."

"It is none of my business and the things I said. I'm sorry." He said to Daryl ignoring me for the moment. "Why are you covered in glitter?" He asked slightly amused.

"Oh um well it's for um it was for my job." I said nervously. "Shawn?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you call them?" I questioned. Daryl sat back down next to me after grabbing three beers from the fridge.

"Nah aint my place to call them. You should though. Mom's gonna nuts not knowing what happened to you. Hershel he got hurt real bad last year he aint gonna die or anything but I'm sure he would love to see you. Maggie well Maggie is Maggie."

I took a long pull from the beer in my hand as I settled into the couch closer to Daryl. "She looks at me like a crazy killer."

"She just doesn't get it."

"Get what exactly?" Daryl questioned.

"Beth was always the goodie two shoes of the family, she could do no wrong in the eyes of the entire town. Our sister has a problem with Beth being her own person so it's not so much the death of that kid that has her in a snip. She doesn't understand how you can be anything other than the 8 year old her helped a snake because killing it would be too mean."

"I guess it would kill her if she ever found out I have been working as a stripper for the last few years." I chuckled. His face turned from one of happiness to one of complete shock. "I guess I never mentioned that."

"A stripper?"

"Yes I was a damn good one until I got fired tonight." The giggles were threatening to bubble out of me as Daryl sat beside me our legs touching as he chuckled at my brothers reaction.

"The glitter." He said as a statement. "I don't want to know anything about it." He sat down in the chair opposite us. "I don't think you should tell anyone in the family about that either."

"No shit." I replied letting the giggles free. "You can tell them I am alive and well just don't tell them where I am. I have my own life now and it's a good one."

"You're a stripper."

"Ex stripper and my life is still good. I have great friends and a great apartment and this guy over here is pretty great." I said as a blush crept up my cheeks. He squeezed my knee lightly in response as Shawn shot him a look. "Don't."

"What."

"I don't care what your friendship is or was I won't let you ruin this." I replied gesturing between Daryl and myself. His hand landed on my shoulder and I leaned into his touch.

"He aint gonna ruin anything, promise." I smiled widely at him as I leaned over and placed my lips against his again, only this time I didn't let myself get carried away.

"Get a room." Shawn said in amusement.

"I have one, you just happen to be in it." Daryl chuckled.

"Right well I am heading out. Gonna drive home and see the nephews." My head shot up as he ended his sentence. He was standing near the door before I could respond.

"Nephews?"

"Maggie had two boys with Glenn."

"The Asian guy she was sleeping with?"

"Yup that's the one." He finished. "Thanks for the beer man." He moved to open the door. "Take care of my sister for me."

Daryl nodded his head before Shawn left, the door gently closing behind him. "You can take care a' yourself. But it aint gonna stop me from doing my best."

"Thank you for being you."

"What?"

"You barley know me and yet I feel like I have known you forever. Your way to good to me even though you know the crazy shit I have done so far in my life." I breathed out.

"None of that matters. I aint no good with words."

"I know and that's okay because you are really good at showing me." I told him as he leaned in to kiss me again. I pulled away after a minute. "Can I shower here, this crap on my skin is making me itchy?"

"Yeah, you gotta bag of stuff in the car?"

"mmhmm. I should go grab." I stood to leave when he stopped me.

"Nah I got it, showers that way." I tossed him my keys and made my way through to the bathroom. I could hear the door close as he headed outside. I ran the hot water over my sore muscles, the tension slowly leaving me. I pulled open the shower gel he kept and inhaled the smell that was so Daryl.

I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped into the hall. Hoping he would be back by now with my change of clothes. "Daryl?"

"BETH." He yelled coming into the apartment. I stared at him in shock for a moment as he took in my appearance.

"Everything okay?"

"No." He said dropping my bag near my feat. "Get dressed you need to see this."

I followed him outside once I was fully dressed again, my hair pulled back into a messy bun. He walked around to the front of my car. I gasped as I took in the white writing on the windshield.

DEAD

"Who would do this?" He asked me as I slowly started to put the pieces together.

"Martinez." I looked over at him my eyes full of fear. "I think he wants me dead because of what happened tonight. The girls never say no to him and I did and oh my god what if he... what if he..."

Strong arms wrapped around me as I shock with fear.

Well let me know what you think of this chapter. I don't really get a chance to edit often as I usually write them up quick at work when it's slow.

Next chapter things get dicey. Enjoy