A/N: Two chapters in one night! Kim's story of how she became a stripper is in this chapter plus a little something else. ;)

Chapter 7- Attraction

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St. Paul's Church

07:44 am

Tommy sat in church. He was really tired, and he felt his eyes closing. He shook his head and needed to focus. The Minister was reading an excerpt from Psalms 27 of the Holy Bible. This was King James' version. For the most part, he paid attention.

"1. The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?

2. When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell.

3. Though an host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear: though war should rise against me, in this will I be confident."

He heard that, but he fell asleep before the others could be read. His dream like state took him to the sight of Kim. He remembered his fingers prancing inside her pussy, and the way he made her feel good. Yet, she wanted him to stop because he added the extra finger, and she begged for him not to continue. He didn't listen then she moaned his name in pleasure.

That increased his anger again. The fury was so great, he knew he needed a sparring match with Jason or Rocky or Conner. Beating something up sounded really enticing.

Tommy awoke with a madden expression on his face. Once church was done, he quickly ran out. Inside of his car, Tommy decided to go to the store. He wanted to pick up a pack of cigarettes. He didn't remember the box that TJ had, but he knew he liked those.

In the store, he began to peruse the various options of cigarettes. There were '100s', '99s', shorts, and ones you could roll yourself. And then, there were the colors and brands. Marlboro had about 5 different colors paired with white: red, gold, silver, blue, and green. Camels and pyramids were marked on the Camel brand. Those weren't the ones that TJ had. He definitely saw the swishers that Kim favored also. He had no clue there were so many types.

"Can I help you?" An older Asian woman asked.

Tommy nodded. "I'm looking for cigarettes." He informed.

"We have several." The woman pointed at the case. "What kind are you looking for? Menthol or regular?"

"What's the difference?" He felt like he was in grade school asking a question like that.

She grabbed two different boxes for him. "These." She pointed to the Marlboro Reds. "These are pretty heavy, and construction workers favor them." She showed him another box of Marlboros, but the flap to the carton was green. "These are Marlboro Menthols. There is a hint of menthe in it, but I advise you, menthols have extra chemicals in them. That's what makes them worse than regulars."

How can there be worse cigarettes when the habit is already pretty bad? Tommy was sure this lady knew what she was talking about. "The menthols, do these come in different brands?" Tommy remembered TJ's were fairly mint like. He remembered it hitting the back of his throat.

"Obviously, Marlboro, Camel, Poker, and the most infamous brand of menthol cigarettes, Newports." She held up the green and white box for him.

"I'll take those." Tommy pointed to the Newports. He remembered those were the box he had. "Um, the long ones."

"The 100s?" She went to grab those, and she saw the recognition on Tommy's face. She rang it up. "ID, please." Tommy took out his driver's license. She smiled at him. "You are a very handsome man." Tommy blushed as he took back his ID. "$5.67 please."

He handed her a ten, and she gave him $4.33 back in change. Tommy walked out, and he remembered TJ doing something to them, but he didn't think it was necessary. He opened it up, and he realized he didn't have a lighter. He walked back inside. Tommy paid the $1.21 for the new, white lighter. He walked out, and he lit up his cigarette. He sighed in contentment as he inhaled and exhaled.

His phone rang. It was his mom.

"Hello?" He tried to be inconspicuous when it came to the smoking.

"Tommy, I've missed you." She said.

Tommy began to puff out the smoke. "Me too."

"Son, what are you doing?" She could hear the mild hissing.

"Nothing, how's Dad?"

"Depressed, we just got out of church, and he's worried about the bills."

"What needs to be paid?"

"Electric, it's only $55.87, but I'm already negative in my account."

He flicked the finished cigarette. "I'll deposit 100 in your account tomorrow." He informed.

There was silence.

"Where did you get that kind of money?" His mom had to think about it for a moment, there was no way Tommy had that much in his bank account. When Tommy left for school, she placed $300 in there. That was a month and a half ago.

"A simple 'thank you' would've been nice mom." Tommy rolled his eyes.

"Thank you." She obeyed. She felt there was something wrong, and he was upset with her. "Tommy, are you okay?"

Shit. "I'm sorry mom." He sincerely apologized for how he was acting. "It'll be there tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay." She was hesitant to just end the conversation, but it was clear her son didn't want to be on the phone anymore. "I love you."

"Me too." Tommy hung up the phone.

Tommy began to get into his truck. He sat down, and he started the car. It began purring like a kitten. He loved his black, 2003 Ford F-150. It was a graduation present from his parents. He had a feeling Tommy would be the one making the payments on it now. If his income was anything like TJ's, he knew he could handle it.

While driving, Tommy's cell phone rang. He answered it impulsively, and didn't bother to look at the caller ID.

"Mom, I'm fine." There was a hint of annoyance tinged in his voice. He heard giggling. It was from a female- a distinct female. His emotions were mixed though. Anger mixed with regret mixed with giddiness. He rolled his eyes again. Explain how a female, who he met two nights ago, could do that to him. He really wanted to know why he was different when he came to Kim.

"I've been called plenty of things in my life, but nothing like mom." The distinct female smiled.

"What do you want?" The anger reverberated through his voice.

"Touchy, aren't we?" She asked him. His livid emotions echoed through his phone. "Why don't you come over?"

"Why, so you can ignore me the following night?" He answered her question with one of his own.

"Please?" She asked- almost begged- for him to.

Tommy looked at the streetlight. The little green, rectangular sign that held from the silver pole read '7th street'- a couple of more blocks until he could turn onto her street.

"Fine." He curtly replied.

"Bye." She said with a smile. She hung up.

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Eltar Condos

Sitting in his bulky, big truck, Tommy felt safe. He wasn't sure what antics would happen at Kim's place. On the other hand, he couldn't sit in his truck forever. Tommy warranted a sigh thinking about what to do. Every time he was with Kim alone, he's tried something new- twice. First night, it was the pot smoking and kissing. Second encounter, he fingered her, and he began smoking cigarettes. Okay, so the cigarette smoking wasn't her fault.

Reluctantly, Tommy decided to exit his truck. Before he finally got out, he grabbed his pack of cigarettes, and he locked everything up. Leisurely, Tommy headed towards her place. Don't do anything stupid. He reminded himself. Don't do anything, Jesus, Mary, and the Saints wouldn't do either. He kept that thought running rampant in his head.

As if she could sense him, Kim opened the door right away. Tommy walked in. He walked to her patio door. Kim stayed by the door. A staring showdown ensued, and it seemed like they were in a western movie, waiting for the other one to grab their gun out the clip, and shoot at any moment.

Kim took in Tommy's outfit. Long sleeved, black shirt, black jeans, and black shoes. The color of choice didn't go unnoticed by Kim. She had a feeling that was Tommy's 'Scarlett Letter' for the sins he's committed.

Tommy looked at Kim's outfit. White, short sleeved shirt, navy blue, basketball shorts that went to her knees, and she had on socks. This must be her on her off days. Tommy noted absentmindedly. He had never seen her look so beautiful. On her off days, without all that makeup, big hair, and skimpy outfits, she was a natural beauty. He walked up to her. The towering man stared in her eyes. He grabbed the back of her neck, and he kissed her passionately.

He broke. Yes, he broke, and he kissed and kissed her like there was no tomorrow. All of the anger he had drifted away because he knew he couldn't resist her. She was his drug, she was the one that could get him to do what Kat couldn't, and she was the one that he needed to be with.

She broke the kiss. They stared at each other again. There was a definite attraction between the two. Tommy picked her up, and it continued. Laying her down on her bed, Tommy didn't break the kiss. He climbed on top of her, and they continued in their revelry. With their clothes on, Tommy began to grind his dick into her hidden pussy. He knew his raised dick was hitting against her moistness.

Again, Kim broke the kiss. She needed to breathe, but Tommy found a new spot to kiss, the right of her neck. He licked, kissed, and sucked on it. "Right there." Kim sensually praised for him to continue. Her moaning was getting to him, and he listened to her. "That feels good." Kim and Tommy's tongues were in a war with one another. After a few more minutes, he got off of her.

Sated from kissing, Tommy and Kim looked up at the ceiling. They stared aimlessly with comfortable silence.

"I'm sorry." Kim apologized for last night. "I know I never said 'good night' to you." She used one hand to prop herself up, so she could look at him. There was a reason, and she chose to hide it from him.

Tommy stared into her eyes. He held her closer to him, and Kim relaxed in his arms. She traced circles on his chest. "I had a conversation with Cassie last night." He informed her.

"Did she tell you about TJ and her?" Kim asked.

"It's a crazy story." He observed. He began to rub circles around on her back. "How did you become a stripper?"

Kim got up, and she sat Indian style. "We should discuss this on the patio. I hope we didn't crush your cigarettes."

Shit. "I really forgot about those." They got up, and Tommy took out the carton. "It's not that bad." He showed her, and Kim giggled. They walked out to her patio. There was already an ashtray on the table. "You smoke cigarettes?"

Kim nodded. "I do, especially when I don't have herb." She held out her hand. "When did you start smoking cigarettes?"

Tommy handed her one. "Last night. I smoked a couple with TJ and Cassie." He fumbled in his pocket for a lighter.

"Are we going tonight to the party?" Kim asked as she found a pink lighter in her plant vase. She lit hers, and she lit Tommy's. "Mmm. Menthol." She relished in this particular flavor of cigarettes. "Uh, you forgot to pack it."

"What?"

"When you get a new pack, you're supposed to pack it." She showed him what to do next time. He realized that's what TJ did. "Anyways, are we going?"

Tommy heard the 'we' in her inquiry. Part of him smiled, that she at least acknowledged him as more than a bouncer. He wondered if he was a friend, or maybe more to her. Mind you, Kat and Tommy haven't spoken in a week. He surely felt and acted like he was single. "I have class the next day." He responded to her question.

"Either we can come early, or you can miss a day." Kim negotiated innocently. She smiled. "I think you should go, you can meet Karone and get to know everyone else."

"Do you know how many people are going?" He was almost done with his cigarette. He watched as Kim smoked rather sexually.

She counted in her head. "Not that many, maybe there will be 10 of us." Kim finished off hers. "You haven't met Tanya and Adam, they're friends of ours."

"Are they nice?" It was a general question, and Tommy needed to know.

"Yes." Kim dreamily answered. He was a little put off by her state. She noticed. "Tommy, don't worry, I'll be there and if you want to come home, we can."

He heard her reference 'we' again, but she was avoiding his question. "Why did you become a stripper?"

"I thought you would've forgotten about that." Her demeanor changed. She wasn't the confident woman anymore, she became a little girl. "My mother died when I was little. She passed away of ovarian cancer. I was very close to her. It was hard for me to comprehend, even at that age, one minute she was helping me with gymnastics, the next minute she was in the hospital dying." The memories of her mother dying were still too much for Kim. Her mother was the one who truly understood her. Her family, other than surrogate one, never understood her. Probably because they never spent the time to get to know her.

Tommy placed his hand on her hand. Both of them felt something there. They smiled at each other. Kim held his hand on to hers.

"A year later, my dad got married, and he started a new family. I felt like I was always left out of everything. All the attention went to the new baby." Tommy helped Kim wipe her eyes. "When I turned 16, I was offered to go to Florida for the Pan Globals."

"Wait, you were offered to go?" Kim nodded. "That's like small town Olympics." He felt stupid. Now, he realized why Kim was so damn flexible. She has a background in gymnastics. "How long have you been doing gymnastics?"

She wiped her nose. "Since, I could walk. Literally." She lightly giggled which helped relax her mood. "Can I have another one?" Tommy placed a cigarette in his mouth, and he sparked it up. He inhaled and exhaled, and then he passed it to her. She smiled at him. "I guess, you can say all my life. I went to Florida to train for the Pan Globals, but it never worked out. I got really depressed and got involved in the drug scene in Miami."

"Drug scene?" He asked her.

"Yeah, I used to smoke Oxycontin." A bitter laugh was emitted from her small frame. "It took time, but I got over my problem. I came back home, but I was seemingly forgotten. When I saw this club opening, I decided to apply. Andros, Zhane, Karone, Ashley, TJ, and even at her age, Cassie, became my best friends. They are my family."

Tommy took in everything she told him. Cassie and Kim had something in common. Both had angst against their families, and the result of that led them down the path to becoming a stripper. The drug problem was something new to Tommy. Kim hardly looked like the type to smoke anything other than cigarettes and weed.

However, Tommy's never met someone who used to have a drug problem. He was kind of curious as to what led her to try it, and how she got over it. He watched as Kim continued to smoke her cigarette, and he could read her body language already. She needed something stronger.

"Do you need something stronger?" He questioned because he wanted to help her out. After hearing her story, it must've evoked some old memories that were painful to say the least. On top of losing her mother, she was basically out casted by the new family her dad started.

"I can wait until tonight." She referenced TJ's party. "Can we go?" Her doe, brown eyes pleaded. She looked like the little puppy dog.

Tommy nodded. As if it was Christmas morning, Kim smiled, and she flung herself into his arms. He chuckled as he caught her, and they began making out again. They broke a part immediately. Kim and Tommy looked at each other and they started laughing.

"You need to brush your teeth." They exclaimed at the same time.

Kim smiled through her leftover tears, and Tommy helped to clean them up. He looked at her, and he wiped away some of her hair. A naughty idea popped into Kim's head, and she wondered if Tommy was going to go with it. Kim got off of him, and she grabbed his hand. She led him into her bedroom.

"Lie down." She ordered.

Now what? Tommy knew whatever Kim was thinking couldn't have been good. He felt like he had no choice, but he followed her directions. He was interested in what Kim must've been thinking about in her head. He heard the zink of his zipper coming down. He did a sit up, and he covered the opening very abruptly.

"Kim." He scolded her. This had to stop, she was pushing the limits, and Tommy couldn't let her run everything.

She placed a finger on his lips. "Trust me." She effortlessly controlled him because Tommy laid down again. What he hadn't realized was that Kim was under his control took. She stripped off his black jeans. Lying down in a shirt, boxers, and socks was a very worried Tommy. He wasn't sure what Kim was going to do next, but it must've been something to shock the hell out of him. Yet, somewhere inside of him, he was very much anticipating her next action.

She delicately took off his boxers, and she gasped.

"What!" Tommy freaked out after listening to her. He slightly elevated himself, so he could look at her.

"You're very big." She commented in awe. "I don't even think you're fully hard either." Kim was ready to see how big he could get.

Sex lingo was new to Tommy. He was clueless, at that moment, and he didn't know if it was a good or bad thing. "Thank you?" Tommy's quizzical voice trailed off.

"You're welcome. It's a very good thing." Kim came out of her stupor. She placed her tiny hand on his penis, and she began to stroke it. His dick was getting bigger and bigger and bigger.

He exhaled a purring sound as she did that. Fuck that feels good. There was no use in stopping himself. Tommy was flat out a fornicator now, and if this is what fornication feels like then he loved it. His breathing got heavy, and something was stirring in him.

She stopped playing with his stick. She saw how big it truly was, and she knew one day it would be buried inside of her. She couldn't wait for that, but for now, she needed to show Tommy it was okay for him to know what pleasure was like. He had helped her reach her climax the previous night when he fingered her pussy without mercy. Her pussy got wet just thinking about that.

She kissed the head of his dick. A lazy lick was administered from where his balls and dick met, and it continued up the shaft. Once she got to the head again, she began to suck on it.

"Uhhh…" Tommy moaned out. He relaxed at Kim's mouth on his penis. He placed a hand on her back, and he felt her sucking his dick.

Kim picked herself up a bit, and with her open mouth, she barreled down his dick. Back and forth were her motions as his dick traveled in her mouth. Once in a while, Tommy felt the head of his dick hitting the back of her throat. He continued to moan at that movement. She wiped her mouth as she looked at him. There was a seductive smile playing on her face. She went back down, and she knew Tommy was close again. She sucked up and down on his penis, and she continued until he was going to secrete.

The stirring was happening again. She began to massage his balls, and she furiously sucked, licked, and her mouth bounced on his dick. "Shit!" Tommy yelled as he knew he was about to. Kim didn't stop, and she was pining for the thick, white liquid to shoot into her mouth.

"K-k-k…" Tommy groaned in satisfaction. "Fuck, I'm cum…" He let out a hefty groan again as he deposited a lot of something into her mouth. He convulsed twice at the motion of Kim sucking it out of him. It was too much, and his whole body was sensitive. He made her get off of him.

Kim looked at him animalistically like a bird to its prey. She couldn't get enough of him. She eagerly swallowed his cum, and she saw the surprise on Tommy's face. She smiled wistfully because she knew it was game over. She definitely won him over, just like he had won her over.

"Did you like it?" She asked the slumped over man.

He nodded sluggishly. "Was that pay…" He cleared his throat. "payback for last night?"

"That, and I'm sure it's the beginning of something new for you." She wiped her mouth of her saliva.

Tommy used a finger to beckon her to come to him. Kim crawled sensually on the bed towards him. Kim was in between his legs, and Tommy kissed her with desire. It was a sloppy kiss, and their tongues were all over the place, but it was something they both understood. It was lustful, messy, and hot. Pretty much it summed up their relationship at that point.

Kim parted and looked at him. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"I don't know." He honestly answered. "I-I-I do or did have a girlfriend." That was something he needed to discuss with Kat, but he's been so busy with his new life. Kat was the last thing on his mind.

She ignored it. "I'm yours." Kim proudly stated. She kissed him again.