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Chapter 1

So I’m a go-go dancer at an Industrial night club. I get hit on, I get eyefucked. It’s all a part of the job. I have gotten the occasional creeper who tries to sleep with me, but they get banned and I move on. It’s all a part of my job. I’ve been given numbers, I’ve been given offers for sexual favors for money. Of course I say no and I tear up the numbers. I’m not allowed to say yes anyway, as it is. I don’t get paid to have sex. I get paid to dance.

I love dancing. I’ve been dancing since I was a kid. I went to my first two years of college to be a dancer. But when I wasn’t accepted into Julliard, I dropped out and started auditioning for musicals and bands’ shows as a dancer, but I was never taken. I’m a good dancer, if I do say so myself. But no one would take me. If it was between me and some stuck-up person that went to Julliard, they always picked them.

I had faced rejection a lot. So I took a step down and started applying to strip clubs and to bars as a go-go dancer. This club was the first one to ask me for an interview. And this is how it went.

”So, Ryan Ross, right?” to which I nodded. He looked over my application and sat back, “Okay, we want you to strip down to your underwear,” I looked a little uncomfortable, so he laughed, “You’re going to be in your underwear if you dance for us. You will be practically naked, so yeah, strip down to your underwear. You can’t be shy at a job like this,” so I did. He watched, looking at my body. He rubbed his chin, “Hmm… You have a lot of bruises… Are you clumsy?” I shook my head, “Okay, well, we have a make up artist who can clean you up.”

I took a deep breath and nodded, “Yes sir,” I felt self-conscious. I had an abusive boyfriend at the time.

“I know this is personal, but we have to know. Where are the bruises from?” he asked, sitting back in the chair, “Because whatever they’re from, it has to end.”

I hesitated. I didn’t want to tell him about my private life. And I knew that they had to know. It was important. I bit my lip, “My boyfriend…”

“Then you have to break up with him. These bruises can’t continue. If you come to work bruised, we’re going to have to ask you to leave. Do you hear me? You shouldn’t be with an abusive boyfriend to start.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now, I’m going to play a song that we’d play in the club and I want you to dance for me.”

“Like… a sexy dance?”

“No, I want you to do the chicken dance.”

I pursed my lips and nodded, “Okay,” and once the music played, I started to move my hips and my body went with it. It felt natural. Okay, maybe the sexy part not so much, but dancing did.

Once my dance was over, the male looked at the other people around him. He whispered to them and pointed at the paper in his hand. After some conversing, he looked at me with a smile, “We’ll be in touch.”

“Did I do okay?” I probably shouldn’t have asked, but I did anyway. It was the stupidest choice of my life.

“Do you want the truth?” I nodded, “You did. You dance well and your application looks good, but…” he paused, “We’re just concerned about the condition your body is in. The bruises aren’t good. Having an abusive boyfriend is bad in general, but if you want this job, you can’t let him beat you around. So we’ll call you in a week and if you haven’t broken up with him,” he paused and I nodded, “Glad we’re on the same page. You may get dressed and leave.”

So I did. I pulled on my clothes and I walked out. I hated William as it was, but now he could keep me from getting this job. They were right. I had to break it off with him. My concern was that it was more likely to land me in the hospital.

I remembered this memory as I headed into the bar through the back. I met up with my fellow dancers and we all sat down, drinking our water and laughing about things. The clock struck 8 and we all got dressed. Or, well, undressed is more like it. We all put on our makeup in the mirrors and headed out.

As I was dancing on the platform, the male from last night came to mind. He said he’d see me tonight. He knew my day job. And if this guy became obsessed with me, he’d visit me every day and every night and there wasn’t much I could do. Unless he touched me or tried to do something, I’d have to let him. I wasn’t complaining though, since he is a really attractive guy, even with the eyeliner—Scratch that, especially with the eyeliner.

He may be a creepy pervert, but at least he was an attractive one. So I was kind of okay with that. I saw him walk onto the dance floor and over to the spot he’d been standing the previous night. He came earlier this time and he didn’t even dance. He just went straight to the pillar and leaned against it. I made eye contact with him and a grin stretched onto his lips. I didn’t smile back; I just kept dancing.

After a couple hours, I leaned down to a fellow dancer who had come to take my place. I whispered something to him before I hopped down and grabbed my water bottle. He climbed up and I headed over to the bar to grab a drink. Shortly after, I heard his voice, “On me,” it was right next to my ear and sent shivers down my spine. I watched as he slid a card onto the bar toward the bartender. I didn’t want to look at him. I was afraid of what he’d say or do if I did.

“What’s the drink?” the bartender asked me.

“Red bull,” I responded softly. The bartender nodded and walked over to a little fridge. He grabbed one and handed it to me. He hit a few buttons before he looked at the other male.

He shrugged, “Diet Coke.”

The bartender nodded and put that in. He took the card and swiped it before handing it back to him, along with a receipt. I caught a look at it. The 40% off made sense for my drink. But why was his soda free? The only people that got free sodas were employees… and a hot guy. But this bartender in specific never gave free sodas. I watched as the male slid over the receipt and turned his back to the bar.

I just stared at him, “First of all, you didn’t need to do that. Second, why was your drink free? As far as I know, you’re not an employee and you… well… Never mind.”

He laughed as he looked at me, shaking his head. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “What you don’t know won’t kill you,” he then leaned back to watch the go-go dancer that was in my spot.

I was so confused, but I realized he wasn’t going to tell me. So I’d have to ask the bartender later. There had to be a reason. I was determined to find out, dammit! He finally turned to me again and said, “You know…” he sized me up, looking me up and down before he grinned, “Most people are more attractive with their clothes off… But damn that polo looks sexy on you,” I felt my face turn really hot. He grinned more, “No as sexy as just the leather briefs do… Of course. But it does. Now, Ryan,” he winked.

I didn’t like that he knew my name. And he wouldn’t if it hadn’t been that he’d seen me at the movie theater. I shifted my weight uncomfortably and suddenly wished I was wearing clothes, “I don’t like to mix my night job with my day job… And I really wish you wouldn’t,” I muttered softly, staring down at the ground now.

He laughed, “It’s hard not to. You dance sexily on stage every night and you sell popcorn every day. The two don’t really mix, but… Just how can someone be so sexy doing both jobs?” he grinned.

“Okay, listen,” I finally looked up at him, moving my hair behind my ears, “I appreciate the compliments and I like that you find me attractive, but I’m really not supposed to be talking to you when I’m on the job, even if I am on my break. I’m not supposed to flirt or take numbers. If I do, I’ll get fired.”

“Okay,” he spoke a little wistfully, obviously not expecting my random burst. He was silent for a while, still turned to me as a sipped at my energy drink, “When do you get off?”

“Uh… We close at two…”

“And…”

“I get off at three…” I muttered, “But I need to go to bed because I have work tomorrow morning at the theater.”

He laughed, “Sleep’s for squares. I’ll pick you up out back at three,” he leaned over and kissed my cheek before he walked off. My face, I knew, turned bright red. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He’s a creeper and I’m going to walk into my own fucking death trap right now. At least it was only ten and I still had five hours to kill. Five hours to think of an excuse to get out of this. There had to be a way.

During those five hours, however, I danced, I had fun, and I completely forgot the creeper existed. As I said before, I love dancing. It’s so much fun for me, so I get lost in it. Can you blame me?

At three, I walked toward the back to change and a fellow dancer walked over to me, “Uh, Ryan?” I looked over with a tilted head, “There’s a guy standing there creepily leaning on a black Bentley and he said he’s waiting for you,” my eyes widened and he nodded slowly, “Want me to tell him that you’re coming?” I shook my head, deciding I was going to go through the front to get to my car. I waved as I finished dressing and grabbed my stuff.

I headed out the front door and he was standing there with a grin on his face, “Going somewhere?” I jumped and bit my lip. This was so awkward. What was I supposed to do now? I didn’t want to go on a date with him, even if he wasn’t creepy! When I didn’t respond, he held out his hand, “Didn’t think so. Shall we, then?” his fingers were inviting, but I didn’t want to take his hand.

Where would he take me? Was I going to die? I was too young to die! His smile slowly faded and he growled, taking my hand by force. He pulled me into him, wrapping his arm around my waist. I gasped and tried to get out of his grasp, but he grinned again, “You’re cute when you squirm.”

This was going to be my death. Of that, I was sure. Some hot creeper was going to kill me. I squirmed more when he pressed his lips to mine. My body responded though and I melted into him and, as if my lips had a mind of their own, they started moving with his, kissing him back. My eyelids slipped closed and all I wanted was this moment to never end. What was going on with me? How could this one guy make me melt with a kiss? Then again… The touch on my waist went straight to my dick, so that might have had something to do with it.

When he pulled away, my body moved with him. He laughed as I slowly swayed back to place. My eyes slowly opened and the world was spinning. I looked at him and all my mind wanted was to have our lips working together again. He was smirking with a raised eyebrow. That was sexy… Maybe a date wouldn’t be so bad.

“How about that date?” he let go of me and held out his hand again. Yeah, date… I liked the sound of that. I slipped my hand gracefully into his. He grinned, “We fit perfectly…” and then into my ear in a seductive voice, “Like peanut butter and jelly…” he whispered, “Or…” and then with his lips on my ear, he whispered in an even more sultry voice, “My dick in your ass,” I felt shivers down my spine. God, this was not going to end well, was it? Yeah… Probably not. But my face turned bright red and I bit my lip. My brain was really messing with me, wasn’t it? Fuck!

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A/N: So I started writing chapter one right after I posted the prologue, but I got distracted, haha. Anyway, here you go! I know I didn't hit 5 reviews or a week, but whatever. Blah to you. ANYWAY. Enjoy! FIVE REVIEWS EQUALS AN UPDATE. I MEAN IT THIS TIME.
A/N 2: Changing it to three since five is a tad overkill. Haha.