Buttercups POV:
The Professor escorts me into the club.
From the outside it looked like any other club would, a black building with neon lights.
Typical.
But when you got inside, it smelt of cigaretts and beer.
I turned around to leave but forgot the Professor was behind me.
"I hope you like it here, Buttercup." A green man hissed.
I crossed my arms over my chest, 'So, you must be Ace." I muttered.
He slapped me with the back of his hand, "You have to learn manners Young Lady before you get in trouble here" He laughed.
I rubbed my face from where he slapped me.
Ow!
"C'omn, Butch will show you the room." he pointed to at of my class mates from school.
Shit.
"Well, well, well. If it isnt the little brat. How you have you been Kitty?" he asked walking me to a room behind a stage.
"Better than the rapist, Im guessing." I kept my distance from him.(Yep he was in the gang that raped her. Dont judge!)
"You know I have permission to punish you fro diserspecting me. Be nice and no harm will come to you...from me atleast."he said opening the door.
"The Boss wil be with you shortly." he stated.
"Butch." I whispered.
he smirked, "Yes, Kitty?"
"Please dont tell anyone, expecially Boomer." I pleaded.
"Okay, but youll owe me a favor." he extended his hand, "Deal?"
"Deal." I said taking his hand and giving it a slight squeeze.
I walked in and took a seat at a red chair.
Uncomfortable.
I sqermed around in my chair for a long 30 minutes until the door open.
I immediantly sat still.
It was Ace.
"I hope your utter roodness as gone away." his voice was firm.
"Yes sir." I said folding my hands in my lap.
"Well im glad." he faked a smile.
There was an akward moment of silence.
He cleared his throat.
"I hope you know the kind of coorperation I an running. I do not take girls of your age normally, but since it is for a friend its fine." he grinned.
Since when was I considered a friend of this prick?
"Yes, and I apperciate it a lot. Thank you." I lied.
What exactly am I suppose to be thanking him for?!
"Well dont give anyone your name. The guys in here are mad with power, so if they know your real name, then they will search for you." he crossed his arms.
"What am I suppose to tell them me name is?" I asked quietly.
"Make somethin' up. They like it when its cute...or slutty." he opened the door to leave.
"You go one in five. Get ready in the dressing room, down the hall to the right." he pointed to a pink door with a gold star on it that said DANCERS!
He left before I could ask anymore questions.
I got up and went to the dressing room.
Please dont hate me Boomer.
I took a deep breathe and walked in.
Hell No!
"Princess?! Robin!?" I mubbled in utter shock.
"Buttercup? What are you doing here?" Robin shouted.
She was in knee high cowgil boots, a red flannel tide in the front and unbuttoned with a jeans shorts that came just below her butt.
"I should be asking you the same question. Dont do this. Your too good for it." I went over and gave her and Princess a hug.
"Oh, please." Princess snorted, "so are you, why are you here?"
She was wearing her hair in a high bun and she was in a bikinni with 5 inch stelletos.
"The Professor. He wants more booze money but Im going to hid a stash for Blossoms medicine. Bubbles isnt getting enough and shes getting worse." I muttered sitting at one of the vanities.
"Well on a happier note, this will definitly get you enough money to get what he wants and to help Blossom." Robin smiled, "But you arent going to get any money looking like that!" she gestured to my jeans and boots.
"Take' em off girl." Princess went to the rack of costumes.
I slide off my clothes and Princess threw a costume out me.
"No." I simply said throughing it on the floor.
Robin and Princess exchanged glances and grabbed my arms and dragged me into a bathroom.
Help Me!