Buttercups POV:
"I hate you all!" I whispered to Robin and Princess so The Boss couldnt hear.
"Why, Kitty! You look adorable! You should dress like that more often." Butch smiled.
I was in a pair of leather underwear with a matching bra. I had a red bandana that pulled my hip length hair back behind my ears. I hand knee lenght boots that were three-inches too tall.
Help me again!
I stuck out my tounge and the girls laughed.
"Kitty, your on in 55 seconds." another juicehead bodyguard yelled at me.
"I dont remember picking my stage name." I said.
"I picked it!" Butch yelled shooting his hand in the air.
"Nothing to be proud of." Robin muttered under her breathe.
We all laughed execpt Butch who was blushing brightly.
"Just get on stage." Butch motioned to a pole.
Ugh.
How did I allow this?
Stupid. Stupid Butch. Stupid Professor. Stupid Ace. Stupid Everyone!
I walked up to the pole at grasped it in my hands.
Dont do this! I told myself.
I climbed the pole like I climbed the rope in gym.
"Go Kitty! Go!" Robin or Jennie yelled from a cage.
Yes a cage.
I crossed my legs and then slid down.
Men started to throughing money at me as I continued to swing around the pole.
One grabbed me off the stage and on to his lap.
This doesnt happen in the movies.
"So, Kitty, whats your real name?" he asked, his hands cupping my chin
Butch walked up from behind me and pulled me off the man.
He grabbed his hair and threw him off the chair he was in.
"We have a strict rule about not touching the dancers. If you cant follow that, then whats the use of being here?" Butch stepped over the man, still have a firm grasp on his brown hair.
"I wanted to apply for a job as a guard." he said quickly.
"We'll discuss this with The Boss, but first apoligize to her." Butch said pointing to me.
"Why? Is she your special hoe?" the man grinned.
"Apoligize!" Butch repeated getting more angery.
"Im sorry...that your boyfriend is too over protcetive of you that he wont let you do your job." the man said turning towards me.
Butch lunged at him and knocked him to the floor.
Blood.
Blood was pouring from the mans mouth.
I let out a squeal when I saw that Butch had blood dripping from his fourhead.
"Thats it! In my office! Now!" The Boss said, "Both of you."
The two boys walked into his office grudgingly.
The door slammed shut behind them and I got back on stage.
Butchs POV:
"Thats it! In my office! Now!" The Boss said, "Both of you."
I stood up quickly and rubbled the blood off my knuckles on my black shirt.
The man stood up slower trying to catch his breathe.
Once we both walked in, The Boss took a seat at his desk.
"Boys, I dont allow fighting in my club." he began.
"You also dont allow groping the dancers." I snapped.
"Well lets hear his side of the story, shall we?" The Boss grinned.
"I came here to apply for a job, but it seemed you were buisey and a had some cash to spare so..." he broke off with coughing.
"How old are you, boy?" he asked smoothing down his black hair.
"25 years." the man repeated.
"Whats your name?" The Boss raised a brow.
"Mitch." he spat.
"Welcome to the club family. You start first thing tommorrow" Ace said with open arms.
"Thank you." Mitch said walking out the room.
"What the hell?" I yelled.
"What do you mean?" he grinned.
"I mean why let him work here when he attacked on of the dancers."
"If im not mistacen, you had your fun with the same one."
"I was young and stuipd but that man knows what he is doing!"
"You were 21. I think some people consider that pretty old."
He slung his feet on the desk, knowing that he won.
I practically threw my chair as I existed the room.
"Butch are you okay?" Buttercup stepped down from the stage.
"Yeah but stay away from that guy." I said.
"Well duh." she grinned.
"Its nothing to smile about. He was about to have his way with you and you were going to stand for it." I got slightly more angry.
"No I wasnt." she debaited.
"Sure." I laughed.
"Your a total jerk!" she yelled running out of the club, still in her costume.
Ah, Shit.