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Family Comes First👩‍👧‍👧By👩‍👧‍👦masonfitzzy✌️is brought to you by 009 Corporation 👁️ The First Encounter 👩‍⚕️ by masonfitzzy Author’s note: First off I want to say thanks for reading! Vote and comment because I always want to know people’s opinions. Feel free to message me whenever you like. Enjoy! Chapter 1: The thudding sound from the music never seems to end. Even when I’m lying in bed at home it’s all I can hear. That rhythmic beat plays in my head over and over. I rolled my eyes at the guy I had just spent a long ten minutes giving a lap dance to. He wasn’t afraid to run his hands all over me. He had offered me money to have oral sex with him, but that’s a firm boundary I created when I took this job. I wasn’t going to become a prostitute. All of the men that come here are disgusting. Many people would say I’m disgusting for working here, but I’m only here until I have earned enough to get a new job. I started walking away from him. “Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” he yelled at me. I was able to hear him, but the loud thudding of the music drowned out the sound of the man’s chair scraping across the ground as he got up. I didn’t want to turn around, but he grabbed my wrist. I stared into his dark, cold eyes. He was much larger than me and had a large gothic tattoo of a crow behind his ear. I tried pulling my wrist away from him. It only resulted into him tightening his grip and me yelping out in pain. “The sign says Girl’s Do Whatever You Want, ” Crow told me, tightening his grip even more. “I’m not a hooker!” I shouted. Using my free hand, I tried to push him away. I hit his chest, but he didn’t even budge. He was too big for me to have any effect on him. He was going to force me to do whatever he wants. “It’s not sex,” he told me. I hate that fucking excuse. They’re all just a bunch of fucking pigs. I can’t wait until I never need to deal with these perverts again. “I don’t care! Let me go!” I continue to yell. I kept on trying to push him away, but it was nothing but pathetic attempts. “Listen here you fucking whore!” Crow yelled out. He through his other arm around me and crushed me into his chest. I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it did no good. His hand ran down my back and over my ass. “Hey!” I heard someone yell out. A hand grabbed Crow’s shoulder and ripped him away from me. I was relieved to see Donavan. His voice became heaven to my ears and I knew I was protected from this creep. “What’s going on here?” Donavan demanded. “She won’t do what I asked for,” Crow barked out. “So you grab her? You’re fucking disgusting. Get out of here!” Crow pushed me into Donavan. He grabbed my arms so that I wouldn’t fall over. Crow grunted and rolled his eyes. We watched him as he marched out of the club screaming about how much this place sucks and how much he hated me. The music was too loud for me to hear him. Donavan let go of me and I started to walk away. “Wait, Julie come here,” he told me. I turned around and stared at him. His dark, short hair and bright, blue eyes popped from his pale skin. He was skinny, thanks to a meth addiction. He was only eight or ten years older than me, but every time I talked to him I felt like I was talking to someone much older. “Yes?” I asked raising an eyebrow. “I want you to wait tables. And if that asshole comes back you tell me right away. Understand?” he told me. 👩‍👧‍👦👩‍👧‍👦👩‍👧‍👦👩‍👧‍👦👩‍👧‍👦👩‍👧‍👦👩‍👧‍👦👩‍👧‍👦👩‍👧‍👦👩‍👧‍👦👩‍👧‍👦👩‍👧‍👦👩‍👧‍👦

The First Encounter ☝️ “Yeah,” I said walking away. I weaved my way through the people to get over to the bar. I got a tray and looked for someone who wasn’t drinking. Donavan once told me the goal is to get people drunk. That way they won’t know the difference between a twenty and a one. I spotted a man in the corner. He was middle aged and had greying hair on the top of his head. He had his eyes concentrated on the stage. More specifically, on the girl. “Can I get you something to drink, honey?” I asked. My voice broke his concentration. “Yes. Scotch on the rocks,” he said letting a smile grow across his face. I went to the bar and brought him back is drink. He paid for it and then gave me a dollar. For the next few hours I did this. Of course, men made a few rude remarks to me. I expected it though. No one asked me to do anything else but get them a drink and Crow never came back. On my break I went to the dressing room in the back. Five other girls were already sitting in their chairs in front of their little strip of mirror. I sat down in my spot. Lina was beside me. Lina was my best friend, and probably my only friend. All the other girls were thieving skanks who would do anything for money. I met Lina right after the orphanage let me out and I came here for work. I needed a room and she had one she needed to rent out. She sat in her chair brushing her light brown hair. She wore a silver corset wrapped tightly around her body. I had on a bra and panties, but had a short purple dress over it. The front was covered in slashes, making my body still noticeable. I pulled the money out of my bra and opened up my drawer. I pulled out my green metal box, threw my money in and locked it. This never kept my money completely safe, but it was better than nothing. “Julie, I met the weirdest guy tonight,” she told me. I slouched in my chair and closed my eyes. I felt so tired. After my break I only have two hours left before I can go home. “Really?” I asked not really caring. “I thought all the guys here were weird.” “Well, yes. But this guy interview me. That’s strange.” “Interviewed you about what?” I asked, my eyes still closed. “He said he was writing a story on young women as strippers. Or something like that. Anyways, he gave me fifty dollars.” I opened up my eyes. “Fifty dollars just to answer some questions?” “Yes. He barely wrote anything down. That was strange too.” I shook my head and laughed at her. She probably gave all her personal information to some creep for fifty bucks. It’s a lot, but not enough. I slumped back into my char. I don’t know how long I had my eyes closed for, but when I woke up Lina was still beside me and someone had their hands on my shoulders. I didn’t expect it and jumped. I looked up to see that it was Donavan. He was looking in the mirror at the reflection of him and me. He slowly brought his eyes down to look at me. “Did that asshole ever show up again?” he asked me. “No,” I said quietly. “Okay. That’s good. I was just checking to make sure you’re alright.” “Yeah, I am. No worries.” He slid his hands off my shoulders and walked out the door. Lina and I watched him as he left. We were now the only two girls in the dressing room. I don’t know why he’d be so concerned about me. “What was that about?” she asked. She only spoke once we heard the door click shut. When I turned to look at her, her eyes were wide. “Some guy was giving me a hard time earlier,” I told her shrugging my shoulders. It was nothing out of the ordinary. 👩‍👧‍👧👩‍👧‍👧👩‍👧‍👧👩‍👧‍👧👩‍👧‍👧👩‍👧‍👧👩‍👧‍👧👩‍👧‍👧👩‍👧‍👧👩‍👧‍👧👩‍👧‍👧👩‍👧‍👧👩‍👧‍👧

The First Encounter Start from the beginning 👆 “But was with Donavan?” “I don’t know.” A smile grew across her lips. She fell back into her chair giggling. “What?” I asked. “Donavan’s got the hots for you,” she said as she kept on giggling. “It makes so much more sense now. That’s why you usually serve tables. He gets jealous and doesn’t want you to take off your clothes for other guys. Explains the costumes you wear. They’re so much more conservative than everybody else’s. He doesn’t want other guys to see you like that.” I rolled my eyes at her. She can be so unbelievable sometimes. There is no way Donavan likes me. My body is pathetic compared to all the other girls here. I wasn’t even close to being pretty. A girl like Lina is someone he’d go after. She is beautiful. “Wow, you’re so fucking stupid,” I told her. “No. You’re just angry cause I’m right,” she told me in a taunting childish voice. I got up and walked away. By the time we get home she’ll forget all about this. I continued to serve tables and I caught Donavan in the corner of my eye a few times. He was always staring at me. I tried to avoid his eyes. I walked up to the bar. Kevin was the main bartender working tonight. He had short blonde hair and green eyes. “What time is it?” I asked him leaning over the counter. I knew that he wore a watch. He and Donavan are the only two who do, and I don’t want to ask Donavan. “It’s almost one o’clock,” he told me. I let my lips curl into a smile. I only had an hour left to work. “Thanks,” I said walking away. My eyelids felt heavy. I pinched the skin on the inside of my hands. I can’t look tired. I’m pretty sure that yawning isn’t sexy. When I dropped off another drink I passed Lina. She was giving a guy a lapdance and gestured her head over to Donavan and grinned at me. I rolled my eyes at her and walked away. “Excuse me,” I heard a voice say. I turned towards one of the booths to see who it was. It was an older man, most likely in his fifties. He had dark hair and eyes and the skin on his face sagged. He had a dark plaid shirt and jeans on. I initially thought he wanted a drink, but I saw his fingers curled around a full glass. “Yes?” I asked taking a step forward. “I wanted to know if I could ask you a few questions?” he asked me. His voice had a gravely sound to it. This must be the man Lina was talking about. Why would he still be here after a couple hours? How many questions did he need to ask? How many girls was he going to interview? “About what?” I asked. “About you. Don’t worry, I’ll pay,” he said. “How much?” “How’s fifty dollars?” “I may be a stripper, but I’m going to need a lot more than fifty dollars to tell some complete stranger about my life.” I could hear him laugh under his breath. I don’t know how I could hear it over the thudding of the music. “You’re smart. You’re the first girl to turn down my offer. How about seventy-five dollars?” he offered. “Why do you want to question me?” I asked. “I’m writing an article on why young women, like yourself, become strippers. So how’s seventy-five dollars?” “Sorry. It’s still not enough,” I told him. “Fine. I’m only doing this because you’re so beautiful. How about a hundred dollars?” STORY CONTINUES 

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