<Stiles' POV>

I throw the items on my dresser onto the floor. Letting out a scream at the same time. My muscles tense as I look in the mirror. Unshaven, red faced, and I have not brushed my hair in days. Lydia Lydia Lydia. Over and over again in my head her name repeated like a God. I save her, I pay her and what do I get... nothing. All I want is her soft lips against mine as they move in sync. The feeling of her body on mine.

I storm into the kitchen and grab a knife from a holder I have. I press the tip into the butcher block a bit before loosing it. With full force I chuck the knife into the wall. It sticks with no problem into the sheet rock. That's going to cost something to repair. As I look at the vase of flowers on my table I realize they match the color of her lips the night we first met.

Taking the vase in my hand I chuck it at the small wall next to the door. Just as it hits the wall the door opens. "Fuck!" The person that walked in yells. Turns out it's Allison.

"Ali, how'd you get in?" I ask embarrassed. Her brown eyes are wide and her hair is pulled back into a bun. I haven't seen her in over a week.

"It was unlocked, what the fuck happened?" She asks. I run a hand through my hair, messing it up more than it was before. "Never mind that, I came to ask you if you would try again, with Lydia," she says sitting at my kitchen table after closing the door behind her.

"Why do you ask, what's happened?" I ask my breath finally slowing. She raises an eyebrow and puckers her lips.

"First of all for your sake cause your a fucking disaster," she isn't wrong, "and because when Lydia quit she was hired at a strip club, she's a fucking stripper, we need to get the hell out of the city," Allison pleads. I look at her surprised.

"We?" The door opens quickly and we both jump.

"Stiles do you have vodka, never mind I'll find it myself," Scott says barging in the door. He walks straight into the kitchen. "That's a nice wall decoration," he says pointing at the wall with a knife in it before rummaging through my cabinets. He pulls out a bottle full of clear liquid, straight vodka, and sucks it down.

"Scott what the fuck, you're supposed to be marrying Kaya in Australia," I question. Allison looks at me surprised. Placing down the bottle for a moment Scott clears his throat.

"She cheated on me so I flew back here and now I'm drinking your vodka with you an- well fuck me sideways, your one gorgeous creature," he begins walking towards Allison holding out a hand, "I'm Scott McCall twenty five year old picture of perfection, and what would your name be oh goddess of beauty," Scott says. I hold in a laugh and Allison smirks.

"I'm hammered nice to meet you," she says.

"Nice to meet you, I'm hammered, wait, that was clever and true, very true," Scott says drunkingly. He proceeds to walk to my couch and pass out. Allison looks at me laughing a bit.

"Ya that's my best friend, he's uh, special," I say. She nods slowly then regains focus.

"Alright then, so anyways, I've tried to convince her to snag a job somewhere else and she refuses to speak about you, I need you to help her," Allison explains. I think about a plan and come up with a pretty good one.

"What strip club?"

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"This is crazy!" Scott yells over the loud music. I'd like to say he is just drunk but I'd be lying. This particular club is completely insane. Stages everywhere along with poles and two large bars.

"How am I supposed to find Lydia in here?" I ask completely ignoring everyone else in the club. Scott grasps my shoulders.

"Take a night of from being noble, let's sit at the bar," Scott suggests. I nod and follow him to a seat. "Angry Orchard," Scott tells the bartender. She then looks at me.

"Got something strong?" I ask.

"I'll be back with those," she says seductively. Scott looks very amused with himself, but all I wanna do is find Lydia and go home. My best friend continues to point out certain strippers he thinks are talented. Every time I roll my eyes, and eventually I stop looking where he is pointing. "This is so gr- holy fuck Stiles look at her!" Scott yells. I roll my eyes.

"Dude unless it's Lydia I don't care," I say. The bartender hands us our drinks.

"Well I don't know what she looks like but you should see this chick," Scott says taking a small sip of his drink. Angrily I turn around and my eyes widen. Lydia. Wearing barely anything just black leather lingerie. Her long strawberry blonde hair reaching her exposed hip bones. Dark black makeup and cherry red lips applied to perfection. Tall shiny black heels that I'm surprised she can pole dance in. I don't know how she does it but she is literally sex personified. "Told you," Scott says.

"Lydia," I mumble. I'm surprised Scott hears me over the whistles and blaring music.

"That's Lydia?" Scott asks surprised. I widen my eyes.

"Ya," I say. Picking up my drink I take a large gulp. To large to be normal and slam the glass down on he counter. Coughs erupt from my mouth from the burning liquid. To strong for my taste. "I'll be back, wish me luck," I say while walking away from Scott. He smirks and waves like a girl as I walk away through the crowds. I reach the man who looks like the owner of the place. "What will it take to get a lap dance from that one?" I say pointing to Lydia who is still dancing while men throw money at her.  The man smirks.

"She's a lot," he says.

"I don't have a budget," I say. He smirks and asks for one hundred. I hand over the bill and he walks to the stage. While he gets Lydia I stand in front of a chair. I feel a tap on my shoulder. When I turn around Lydia widens her eyes.

"Are you fucking kidding me," she yells over the music.

"I gotta talk to you," I say hopefully.

"What's your problem, stay the fuck away from me Stiles, please," she yells beginning to walk away. I grab her wrist quickly.

"Wait Lydia please," I beg. She turns around and pushes me down into the chair. I look at her surprised.

"Don't look like an idiot, talk to me while I do my job so I get paid," she says as she begins to dance not in front of me, on me. I hold my breath before speaking. Biting down on my lip I try not to enjoy this to much.

"Lydia we're all worried about you," I began. She looks deep into my eyes as she grabs my thighs and leaves her cleavage open for my eyes. I try to focus on her green iris's but it has got to be the hardest thing in the world to focus with her hands on me.

"We?" She questions. I sigh in relief as she removes her hands from my upper legs.

"Me and Ali, Kira too," I say. She mumbles okay. "We've come up with a plan," I finish.

"A plan, that's hysterical," she says mocking a laugh as she sits down in my lap. I once again bite down on my lower lip for a few seconds.

"We want to go to the country." Suddenly she stops moving completely. I even hear a sniffle. "Lydia." She stands up.

"Times up, hope you had fun," she mumbles as she quickly walks away from me. I don't try yelling for her because I know she won't listen. Lamely I walk to Scott and tug on his shirt.

"Come on bud we're going home," I demand.

"I'm assuming it went very well," he says sarcastically.

"Shut up."

A/N I hate being sexual, I really do but it's going to be like that for a little while longer.