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Bianca's POV:
What makes him so different than all these other guys? I don't know, but I want to find out. Usually I would give guys like him a hard time..
Last night. When he was watching me he didn't give me seductive and lust filled eyes. He looked content and with adoration. I can't get those icy blue eyes out of my head. Snap out of it Bee.
It was 3:30 and I had about 3 hours until my date with Adam. My heart fluttered when I thought about him. He was attractive, without a doubt. But what if he's like all those other bone-heads? I can't trust those guys. I'm being such a pushover. I wasn't like this in high-school.
In high-school, I was known as Boiler Room Bianca, but I never went as far as giving head. Truth be told I had never had sex. Once with Ron-Ron, but that was a terrible experience that I wish to never relive.
Sometimes I wish I was different and wasn't a stripper. Guys grope me without a care in the world. It makes me feel so dirty. I end up taking two showers to get rid of the stench of booze.
I was extracted from my thoughts and realized that Missy, one of my coworkers, was talking to me.
"yo, Bee. Saw you last night with that cutie."
"Yeah, his name is Adam. I have a date with him later at the Dot."
"You need to tap that. Or I will." She said with a smirk.
The thought of her just touching him made my face flush with anger, but quickly regained myself.
"I think he's different.."
"Look at little Bianca, being all soft." She spoke with sarcasm.
"Shut the fuck up. You have people waiting for you." I motioned to the entrance.
"Later, Bee. Good luck on that date. Better watch out, I might wanna take a bite outta him." She said with an animalistic growl.
I cringed. "Later, Missy."
I grabbed my stuff and headed out of the club. Thankful that it was sunny. Sunny days reminded me of being with my dad when I was little.
The bastard left me when I was 8. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. But they found their way back to Adam. Why'd he have to be so sincere? I got into my beat up 02 Ford focus and headed to the small apartment I call home.
Once I arrived in the driveway, I took my keys out and unlocked the door. Bear, my 3 year old Pit bull mix gladly met me at the doorway. I opened the door and saw him sprint out into the small yard.
I made my way to my bedroom and decided what I was going to wear. I took out a red dress that definitely revealed too much. I decided against it and picked up my blue dress that was flowy at the bottom. It made me feel like a ballerina.
I picked out some black heels to go along with my outfit then headed to the shower. I let the hot water run while I undressed. I caught a glimpse of the scar that was right below my boob. Horrifying memories flooded back into my head. Again, I shook my head to rid my mind of the thoughts.
The lukewarm water ran over my tan skin. Savoring the feeling. After shampooing and conditioning my hair along with washing my body, I made my way out of the shower. Drying my hair on my bed. It was lonely in this house.
I never pictured my life to be like this. Growing up I always wanted to be a dancer. Just not the kind that make you feel violated. I was free when I danced. It was like my own safe haven.
Looking at the clock I saw it was 5:30. I guess I spent longer in the shower than I thought. I settled down in my living room and turned on the TV to watch some cartoons.
Adam's POV:
It had been a long day. Work gave me hell. I'm a comic designer and my boss rode my ass all day about drawing something that was irrelevant to the project.
If it wasn't for me that shithead would be out of business. I was just happy to have a date with Bianca. That would most certainly turn my day around.
I looked at the clock and it read 5. I had plenty of time to get a quick shower and get dressed. I laid out a burgundy button down shirt and dark wash jeans. I didn't want to over dress, but I didn't want to under dress.
After my shower, I walked outside to my balcony. I had a nice apartment on the side of town. I had an incredible over Toronto. My mom couldn't believe that once I had turned 18 that I went on my own. It was hard at first.
I'm now 23 and the most successful person in my family. Drew went off to college with a football scholarship, but dropped out after failing 3 out of 4 classes. Typical Drew. Looks and no brain.
I always envied him for being a guy. He was popular, me not so much. I was the transgendered nerd that no one liked. Now here I was, more successful than he'd EVER be.
I wondered how Bianca would take me telling her I was born a female. The thought made me cringe. It was definitely not first-date material.
Going back into the apartment I saw the clock hanging over the TV on the wall read 6:16. I cursed under my breath. I quickly got dressed and headed out.
When I got to the Dot I looked at my watch. 6:45. I was early, but who could blame me? I grabbed a table beside a window in the corner.
A young, petite redhead came over and asked me how many. "2. I'll have just a coke please." She wrote it down on her little pad and headed back towards the register.
It was just me and my thoughts again. My mind raced back to my common fear. What if she wanted to have sex? I'd have to be honest with her and tell her my secret.
I looked up saw the most stunning creature I had ever seen. She had her curls placed along her shoulders and a navy blue dress that hugged her nicely.
She didn't look anything like how I expected her to look. She looked reserved and nothing like her profession. I waved her over with an awestruck expression.
I stood up and pulled out her chair. I gave her a warm smile and sat down.
"You look absolutely gorgeous."
She blushed at my words. "Thanks. Sorry I'm kind of late. I got busy at home," she said trying to hide the blush.
"N-no. It's fine. I just got here." I lied giving her a small smile.
She could tell I was lying by the 2 empty glasses in front of me.
"Sure." She responded with a smirk.
"I haven't ordered yet."
"Okay. Good. I'm starving."
"Hope you are a girl who likes to eat real food." I responded.
"What do you mean?" She questioned.
"I mean, most girls get a salad and take two bites of and say they are full. It's kind of aggravating if you wanna know."
"Haha. Well, I definitely like food. So nothing to worry about there."
I chuckled at her response. "Get anything you want."
She gave me a questionable look, but nodded. The waiter came back and wrote down what Bee wanted.
"So, what do you do?" She asked.
"I design comics. Draw and stuff like that."
"Total nerd, but it's better than what I do." She looked down in shame.
"Why exactly do you strip if you don't mind me asking?"
"Because. Not everyone is fortunate to have a nice job and house. I've been on my own since I was little. Doesn't make much difference now."
"This may sound weird, but in the month that I've been going to that strip club, you look extremely uncomfortable when those men touch you."
"You don't know shit about me." She responded putting up her walls.
"You're right. I don't. But don't you think you are worth more than being a stripper aimlessly giving yourself away?" I argued back.
"I don't have to put up with this shit." She grabbed her things and made her way out.