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Fifteen stood outside the bar she worked at, sharing a smoke with some of her 'friends'--they were more smoke buddies than friends. Their shifts had just ended and Fifteen intended to return home, but the boys had other plans.
"Hey," one of them said as he blew out a puff of smoke. "Y'all wanna head down to Gemstones?"
"The strip club?" Fifteen asked.
"Yeah! You're gay, right?" He elbowed her. "I bet you'd like it."
"Thank you for the attempt at inclusion, Taylor." She rolled her eyes. "But I'm not."
"But you've got with women before, no?" Another one of the boys asked.
"I fuck whoever's hot, for your information. And as you guys would say, '20$ is 20$.'"
"Oh, hell yeah. I'd fuck Coal for 20 bucks."
"Why me!?" Coal asked. "You're chopped as hell, man, fuck no!"
"You guys are all morons." She stomped out her cigarette on the ground. "Let's go get you freaks' rocks off."
The boys cheered upon her approval.
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The inside of the club was a barrage of loud noises and bright flashing colors. At the back, there was a stage with a pole and a lady on said pole. The boys headed straight for the stage as Fifteen lingered behind, taking in her surroundings.
When she made it to the table the boys had taken up, they were cheering for the girl on the stage.
"Yeah, baby!" Exclaimed Taylor, then he noticed Fifteen hovering around the table. "Nice of you to join us, Fifteen."
"Mh," She grunted.
"What do you think of this girl up here? I think she's hot."
"She's fine. Now get the fuck up, I wanna sit down."
"No? Go find your own damn chair."
Fifteen crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. She was easily bigger than him, and he knew it.
"I hate you." He rolled his eyes but got up.
"I hate you too." She grinned and plopped down into the chair.
For the next half hour, Fifteen boredly half watched the girls coming off and on the stage and scrolled on her phone. But, then, she came on the stage.
Fifteen didn't notice her immediately because, well, phone, however, when she took a routine half assed glance up, that's when it struck. Her heart skipped a beat.
She was tall and slim and pale with a light dusting of freckles across her nose. Her hair was long and blue. There were stars littered all over her tiny, glittery, outfit and a crescent moon on the right side of her chest. Though, the most noticeable feature, were her scars. Long, jagged things criss-crossing all over her legs and arms.
She smiled seductively at the crowd and began her routine as Fifteen watched very intently. While she observed, a few things stuck out to her. Like, how the girl seemed unsure of her movements, resulting in a more choppy performance compared to how smoothly the others moved around the pole. Another thing she saw was the amount of money she had being thrown at her. She wasn't earning nothing, of course--she was a nice looking girl in a room full of horny, rich men--but she wasn't earning nearly as much as the previous girls.
Immediately, she dug into her pockets for money. Unfortunately, all she came up with was a crumpled up 20, a box of cigarettes, and a lighter.
This'll have to do.
She threw the money onto the stage, which was in easy access because the table they chose was right in front of it.
When her performance ended, Fifteen was, admittedly, disappointed. But all hope was not lost, because just like all the other girls, she was coming out to the floor to rendezvous with some people like it's done at these types of places. Surprisingly, she made a beeline for Fifteen.
"Hey, there," she purred.
"Hey," Fifteen responded.
"I saw you watching me up there.. there's a private room in the back if you wanna..." She placed a hand on Fifteen's arm. "..Have a little fun~"
"Oh really?" Fifteen grinned up at her, desperately trying not to look at her chest. "Then lead the way, baby."
Fifteen followed the girl, leaving the boys to gawk at her.
Then, they went to the private room and had sex.