12 Hours Later
*Seattle*

Sliding on a pair of high waisted denim shorts & a comfy grey zip up hood.

Yes it is cold to wear shorts in this Seattle weather but I am obviously just going to strip off when I get to work anyway. I'm tired of the cycle.

Stuffing a black sequined bra, with a matching g-string into my handbag & red stripping boots ready for when I arrive.

Oh such overwhelming joy I have for that place. To be surrounded by the scum of the earth, they try & get as much as they can without paying.

As well as the other girls doing this, giving up on their dreams to usually supply their drug habits.

I feel so ashamed of myself, knowing my grandma would be watching over me. She always told me to chase my dreams & aspire high.

I prepare a strong coffee to go.

With my handbag & coffee in hand. I leave out the front door. I glance back into my large, empty looking house before shutting the old door & feeling the icy cold Seattle air around my frame.

Pulling up in the Cheetah's parking lot, I ensure I covered my still bruised eye & cheek enough in the car mirror.

I inhale a deep breath & try to change my mindset before leaving my car. To ensure you keep your job here, you have to be confident & loud at all times. You can't be shy at anytime when you are out there.

You will be fired for sure, if you don't put it on for show. You pretty much need to create a split personality... an illusion for a place like this, especially when I am naturally shy & reserved. Always have been & the people close to me know.

Stepping out of my old wagon, slumping my handbag over my shoulder. Making sure the cars locked with my coffee in the other hand.

I slowly walk to the back of the club, definitely not in a hurry. I notice in my side vision that a awfully familiar car parked across the road.

I just shrug the thought away. But still my legs speed up to the back entrance.

'Hi Carlos' I smile up at the solid guard.

'Good evening my lady' he smiles & opens the door for me. He is the only gentleman you'll find around here.

I continue up through the dim lit hallway, the smell of cheap perfume & smoke fills the air impulsively.

That's a good reason for my coffee habit, it's aroma is much more appealing.

I arrive at the dressing room, the only thing I like about this scummy, seedy place is the vintage style lit mirrors. They look just like the ones in the old Hollywood & burlesque style pictures, that i was always drawn to when I was growing up.

'Hey girl!.. how ya doing!?' My only friend here Beth, squeezes me in a hug with her big dyed red hair.

'Just perfect.. I'm here aren't i' I laugh, knowing I'll probably get the normal lecture of, 'Are you OK? I'm worried about you', etc.

Earning jealous & fake smiles from all the fake b!tches around. The room is filled with girls getting changed, stabbing each other in the back or snorting their latest score.

I hate drugs & promise myself i will never touch it. Just the odd cigarette.

Anyway I became good friends with Beth when she took me under her wing, when I first started. She co-owns the club, as she is the Cheetah's raunchy comedian.

'To give you a heads up hun, Rich is pissed you are a couple minutes late'.

'Wha..?' I glance up at the penis clock on the wall. 'Fuck!' I let out, quickly changing into my packed attire & boots.

'You look great babe!' Beth gives me a reassuring wink on my way.

'Megan!.. bout fuckin time!' My boss Rich yells from outside the door.

I strut out the door, it is then i feel his tight grip around my arm.

'I'm sorry, my clock must be late'. I respond with an eye roll. He drags me out to backstage. To a girl I don't recognise.

'Now.. this is Cherry the new chick' Rich treats her like a princess as he does with all the newbies, so he can try & get in there pants.

She furrows her brows at him than says to me 'my names Chayanne' She squeaks.

Rich then goes through the usual speech of, no guy is gonna wanna pay or fuck a girl with a name like that, etc.

'The names Angel' I smile. I prefer people from here to only know me by my stage name.

Rich than informs me quickly.
'You've got one song to do now & than your out in the private room.'

'Bu.. but Rich!' 'We agreed I don't do the private dances anymore!'. I argue annoyed & can feel the anxiety already pit in my gut.

'Not when a guy pays me $600.00 to have you out there specifically' He slyly grins & smacks my ass up the stage steps.

The stage lights are black while the next song starts. I quickly wipe my mind that's to busy thinking of the next job.

I roll my hips, strutting to the dirty chrome pole. All that can be heard is the clinking of my red high boots on the glass stage.

I make my way to the front of the pole, leaning my back on it with my head leaning back & my hands gripping my teased big blonde tendrils. My legs set out wide.

'Now my Cheetah gents, here's the one ya all been waiting for!' 'The one & only Angel!' Beth enthusiastically announces over the shitty speakers.

The lights flash in yellow and red to compliment my attire & Led Zeppelin fills the air around me. I flash a grin to Beth who knows I love zeppelin.

I bend my knees, legs open, almost into a squat. Grinding my behind into the pole as if it were a man.

I spin my position to face the pole. Always afraid of catching some god knows what disease off it.

I bend over with my black g-string clad butt to the audience & then drop into a split. Earning myself wolf whistles from the crowd.

Moving out of my split, to teasingly grinding the stage. It is then my vision glances by the bar, I notice one of my new favorite club visitors.

A blonde haired, blue eyed, skinny framed man, who is always a gentleman.

He is tuning his guitar for his spot in the show, usually when Beth's done her parts & us girls are getting changed.

The man gives me a wink. I return with a wide smile & wink back to Kurt.

Concentrating back on the songs rythem.

I crawl on my knees slowly to the edge of the stage, flipping my hair & biting my cherry red lips teasingly. I noticing a young rich looking guy, so I toss off my bra & let the girls bounce in front of him. Earning myself a $100 tip.

Once I finish the song & strut backstage, with my newly earned cash.

Before I have the chance to stuff any away from Rich, he makes me jump when I look up to see he's already in front of me with his hand out.

'Thanks sexy.. now get that ass in the back!'. Rich walks off.

'Here hun' Beth smiles placing a silk robe around my half naked frame.

'I will get your money for ya, while your out there. The guy already paid Rich.. so I'll make sure you get the proper amount'. Beth smiles with a pat on my back.

'Thankyou' I smile up at her. She knows all to well how much I hate the champagne room. You may get paid better but they usually try & get more from you than just a private dance.

'Rich can you get one of the other girls for the private room'. Beth tries to help me get out of it.

'Nope!.. the client specifically requested her'. Rich says bluntly with the newbie on his arm.

I roll my eyes looking at my reflection in the morror, reapplying my red lippy & black eye liner. Beth gives me a sympathetic smile through the mirror.

'What's the champagne room like?' Cherry squeaks, with her blonde bob haircut.

I turn on my heels leaning against my makeup mirror & cross my arms.

'Oh it's lovely!... it's that dimly lit you can barely see the pig of man, who more often than not, will try & have his way with you.'
'Because they just can't settle for a fuckin lap dance'. I inform her, glaring at Rich.

Rich just smile slyly & gently pulls the newbies chin to look up at him. 'If he pays enough that is, & if he pays for more... you give him more'.

'If he cums on you, that's OK too. As long as he pays for it'. Rich adds & heads for the door.

'Oh & Cherry.. if you want more of your tips, newbies give me a blowjob.' Rich adds sleezily leaving.

'Is he serious!?' Cherry looks totally shocked.

I just shake my head on my way out. 'That's why I get shit, because I  wouldn't do it'. I inform her.

Walking down the dark hallway leading to the private booths. The booths are all furnished in black leather, without tables as you need room. It is barely lit with dim chandeliers & music playing softly.

I gather myself before walking in. Think of the money.. think of the money, I relay in my head.

Rolling my hips with each step i take in the room, looking around for my client.

I then faintly notice the back of a man's head. In the booth furtherest away from the entrance.

I gulp as i continue my way over & try my best to act confident. Hard to do when there is no security in the room.

'Hi, hot stuff!' I put on my best seductive tone with one hand on my hip & the other on the side of the booth.

My eye's struggling to adjust to the almost non existent light & even read the man's facial features.

The smell of alcohol & sex in the room is nauseating.

'OK... you're a quiet one'.
'That's OK with me'. I let out, feeling like I'm talking to myself.

I teasingly place my hands on both his knees & rub up & down his thighs, while on my knees in front of him.

I slowly get up & straddle the man, earning a grunt from him. I respond with a teasing giggle, slowly peeling off my bra. Chucking it to the side.

Still unable to read the man's face, I teasingly play with my right boob & use my left hand to rub his thigh. Who yet let's out another grunt.

'I've only just started baby'. I whisper whilst starting to grind a lil bit.

'Are you that excited to have a dance with someone you haven't had before'. I grin devilshly, pulling his chin up to try get a better look.

'I have had you before!'. An all to familiar voice haunts me, stunning me like venom.

By the time the words register, his strong grip has a hold of me.

'No!!.. Ben let me go!!'
'No!!!'. I try to scream but it comes out like a loud whisper. His grip is to tight to get out of.

He then flips me on the booth so he is on top.

'Told ya I would get ya back!' He snickers. Holding my hands above my head with one hand & slaps me in the face with the other as i try to wiggle out.

Now attempting to unbuckle his suit pants.

'No!!. P..Please! don't!'.
'Get the fuck off me!!'.

'Noo!' I manage to scream & muster all my strength to knee him in the balls. Watching him land on the floor & cowering in pain like a baby.

I get up as quick as my body can, grabbing my bra & attempt to slide out the side of the booth.

'You fuckin whore!, i told ya I would get ya' My asshole ex starting to laugh through the pain.

'You'll always be mine..you slut'. He adds still holding his purple balls.

'No! I will never be yours again!' I spit out & give him a final kick in the balls & gut with my boots.
'I hope you rot in hell!'. I run out of the disgusting room.

Tears uncontrollably spill out, blurring my sight. But my legs won't let me stop.

Quickly slamming the dressing room door close behind me. I feel my heart pounding like a fox chasing a rabbit in my ribcage.

My hearing starts to fade & the floor beneath me feels as though it is starting to fall under me. My legs give out from under me, sliding down the door & cuddling my knees to my chest.

Breathe, breathe... it's going to be OK Meg's.

A deep calming voice speaks to me.

*Flashback 1980*
'Breathe, breathe... it's going to be OK Meg's'.

'Deep breath for me!' Duff holds my arms & imitates how I need to breathe, to guide me.

My eye's won't shut, staring straight into his golden orbs. Scared for my life even though this happens to both of us.

This time the onset brought upon by Duff playing at a really crowded show at the Gorilla Room with the Fartz. He was able to get me in, lying that I'm his sister.

The smell of smoke & strong bad odour making it even worse, as we sit on the concrete path out the back of the club.

Duff moves his position to envelope me in his arms. So I can feel his breathing from his chest. Only a faint trace of the music can be heard from the club.

My breathing & dizziness eventually subsides, copying Duffs breaths.

'See! You did it'. Duff tells me intently, planting a kiss on my temple. Holding my hands in his.

I look up & give him a grateful smile in return. Feeling half human again.

*Back to present*

I follow Duffs words in my head over & over. In... out... in ...out.

After a few moments of doing so like old times. Opening my eyes after squeezing them shut, Duffs voice was gone.

I finally come back to Earth, my breath shaky as i stare out. Remembering I'm in the dressing room & not in Duffs arms. Although it felt real enough.

I kick off my boots, staggering to my feet. Tossing them into my bag & change out of my attire into my comfotable clothes quickly.

I notice a wad of cash Beth obviously sorted from Rich into my bag. I pull out the wad to count $450.00, not bad she definitely got more from him than he would usually give me.

I stuff it safely back in my bag, heading to exit as quick as my legs would let me.

'Ugh fuck!' I hit the exit, remembering if I go home. He will most likely be waiting for me.

I drop my bag on the floor, rummaging for a piece of paper with Donners number. My fingers grip the paper & tremble on the old fashioned phone on the wall.

Donner is a night owl, so he better be home.

'Yello' Is mumbled through the phone  after a few rings.

'Do.. Donner! Are you home?? Please be h..'

'Woah! Slow down yes I'm home. What's wrong?' He questions concerned.

'Can I come ov..'

'Yes of course, you don't have to ask' Donner speaks over me.

My hands hang up the phone before my mouth even finishes.

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Well.. i almost deleted this story, considering I hadn't updated for over a year & kind of lost the feeling for the story.

But surprisingly all different parts for the story just came flooding through, after so long with writers block lol.

I hope all the original & new readers are still interested. I am sorry for taking so long!.