Thread: Time and Time Again [Corrupted Soul and Shaelinn]

Ally Heh, sorry, don't know how to put stuff in links yet Ally was hot. The strip club was like a sauna, and she had been dancing all night. Her feet ached from wearing the tallest high heels she had ever owned, and she was tired. Her body was sleek and shiny with sweat, and her blond hair was sticking to her face. She brushed it off of her skin. She felt like jumping right there off the table, but her shift didn't end for another three hours. When she had first started this job, it made her uncomfortable having so many men stare at her while she was half naked. But now, she was used to it. She secretly had a guilty pleasure knowing someone was watching her like that, most likely thinking dirty thoughts about her. It made her hot in other ways than temperature. However, she wasn't in the least attracted to men. Watching her, she was fine with. Touching, however disgusted her. And it happened frequently. The bouncer was usually there to rescue her, though. And to flirt with her as well. Working as a stripper was a shameful profession, in Ally's opinion. But they made good money, and Ally needed good money if she wanted to go to medical school next term. It was coming up rapidly, and Ally didn't have nearly as much money as she should have. Paying off those mobsters really took a toll on her financially. It gave her a heart attack, just thinking about how she came so close to not being able to pay them when she was supposed too. She had to take two jobs, a stripper and a bikini barista. There were so many nights she had cried herself to sleep, worried, afraid and stressed out. But when she dreamed... oh, her dreams made everything better. When she woke up, she never remembered her face, but she always woke up feeling so safe and at ease with the world. The unnamed, forgotten woman who came to her at night and threw snowballs at her and touched her in ways that made Ally shiver with pleasure was her only true comfort. If only the woman was real. She felt a hand on her ass, and she turned around, hiding her disgust with a sexy smile. No touching. She scolded the obviously very drunk man. His beady black eyes made her uncomfortable, and the way he licked his lips made her want to vomit. Come on baby, let me take you home. I'll pay you. Ally shook her head, and continued to dance. She focused on the music, moving her limbs to its beat, letting her body take over and her mind shut down. That was how she dealt with assholes like him. This time, though, it seemed that it wasn't working. He touched her again, this time her thigh. She lightly jumped away from him all casual like, to the other side of the table. She slowly began to strip off her bra and panties, unsure of whether or not that was a good move. But it got her more tips. Her hazel eyes looked at the money on the table greedily. She slid it more to the middle of the table with her foot. She felt a thud as someone else got on the table and started groping her breasts. She could smell the alcohol on him, and his erection pressing against her bare ass. She shoved him away. I said no touching, jackass! She yelled at him. He went right back at it. She looked desperately to the bouncer, who was too busy getting a lapdance from one of the strippers. Fuck. She shoved him away again, whirling around to face him and glaring at him, her hands turning into fists, ready to hit him. Then, before she understood what was happening, he was beaten by a small woman, who was about the same height as Ally. She stared at her in disbelief. How the... She started quietly, but then stopped as she wrapped her coat around Ally and asked if she was alright. She looked like she genuinely cared, and she was so kind. Her heart jumped. She felt like she knew this woman, but couldn't pinpoint where she had met her. I'm fine, miss. Thank you. She told her, giving her a hug. What was a chick doing in a strip club? Ally thought lesbians had a little bit more honor than men did. Or maybe it was just her wishful thinking. Her gaze drifted to the table reserved, the one where the people who wanted her money were going to sit. She saw a man sitting there, staring at the woman with a similar look of disbelief. She handed the coat back to the woman. Thank you, but I have to get back to work. She said numbly, nervousness and fear replacing everything else. She walked over to the table and hopped on it, and began her erotic dance for the man who clearly was enjoying it. Her hands were shaking, but she tried to hide this. The money is between those two cushions. She said quietly to him.