Author's Note: For those of you interested in "How to Be a Heartbreaker", consider this a little sneak peek into that AU!

Day One-Hundred Thirty-Two: Starstrukk by Marina and the Diamonds

"Looks like there's a full house tonight," Hanna said as she put on her robe.

Jasmine, our friend, sighed. "Well, at least I won't have to worry about paying rent," she supposed as she put on some blush.

Hanna scoffed. "Since when do strippers ever have to worry about paying rent? And then…you know," she trailed off, insinuating something else entirely.

"True. I don't know anyone who does…you know that doesn't have a lot of money," Jasmine retorted.

I sighed. I didn't like this profession. This was never the path I saw myself going down, but I never thought I was…good at anything else. There was that and the fact that I had a special gift…or a curse. I couldn't decide.

I didn't believe in love. Love was foreign. I just knew that I'd never fall in love. That's how I knew I'd never get emotionally attached to any hookups or clients.

But unfortunately, I still had a conscience. I always felt bad when someone so young wanted to hook up and they looked so innocent. I had to leave my mark on them. Me. I was a whore, a slut, a bitch…whatever you wanted to call it. They had been touched by me. And even though I had a conscience, sorry was never going to come out because I wasn't capable of feeling those emotions.

Hanna and I peeked out. It was a very full house. The waitresses—who were scantily-clad and made the men ogle over them—were just a precursor for the show to come. Sometimes, Hanna, Jasmine, and I would laugh at how desperate these guys were. But tonight, it just made me feel a bit depressed. These guys must've been really lonely to be willing to pay for some attention from women who make a living giving it to…who knew how many guys every day. They paid to stare at every inch of their body and take pleasure in it. I mean, to the girls with curvaceous figures, people stared anyway, but they were more discreet about it; men here stared at their bodies like a piece of meat. It was almost…dehumanizing. And it only got more intense, ergo worse, considering here, people smoked and drank freely, meaning any filter they had while sober was gone under the influence.

Sometimes, we'd string along the jerks who didn't know how to keep their hands to themselves, just to knock them down. Some actually believed we were into them. It was good fun while it lasted, but after, it was just...depressing. Like everything else.

"Alright, that guy," Hanna said, pointing out a blue-eyed man sitting with his friend. He was drinking a beer and seemed more interested in conversation than the women there.

"Him? He's not even acting that bad. I haven't seen him even take a glance at Heather or Amber," I replied.

Hanna sighed. "That's the point. He looks like he's never been to a strip club before, which he probably hasn't. That just means that you'll have to give him an unforgettable experience so he'll be back," she challenged.

I thought about it for a moment. "Fine. But only if you get his friend."

"Who, Shaggy?" she inquired. She sighed. "Fine."

That was how it had all started. Now he was getting persistent.

I noticed him in the back of the audience as I was onstage. It made me a little annoyed, so as soon as I finished and changed into somewhat-less revealing clothing and walked back out, I went to confront him. Someone whistled at me. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "That shit doesn't work on me," I responded roughly.

They yelled something else (idiotically), but I chose to ignore them. I just walked over to Toby. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you and see you."

I sighed. "This wasn't a personal thing. It was part of my job."

"Do I look dumb to you?" he asked.

No. He didn't.

"Look, I don't know what you thought I thought of that dance, but I was really just doing my job. I don't care who you are or how much money you have. You can take anyone else in this place. Just…leave me out of it. Whatever you thought I felt for you…I didn't," I explained. "Don't take it personally. I'm just…I don't believe in that bullshit."

tobyequalshottness: Thanks! I hope you liked this one!

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