“I can’t believe te have to work on New Year’s Eve.” Ponyboy mumbles.
te give him a quick baciare on the cheek as te head towards the door. “I know, but I’ll be paid extra for working tonight.”
“Waiting tables?” He snorts.
te roll your eyes. “Well it is a holiday.” Not knowing what else to say about your profession, te add, “Lots of people go out tonight.”
“Can I visit te to get a New Year’s kiss?” He asks as te turn the doorknob to the front door.
te stop. te didn’t want him coming to see where te worked. “No,” te say quietly.
“Why not?”
“Just… No.” te say, and leave.
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The basso pounded, the colored lights flashed.
te glance at the clock. Only 11:50. Another couple hours in this whore house.
Stripping wasn’t how you’d picture your future to be. It sorta just happened. te were desperate for money, and te apparently had the sex appeal for it.
te take a look in the bathroom mirror, your hair all curly, and your wearing this black leather and fishnet ensemble.
“You look so slutty.” te think to yourself.
What would Ponyboy think?
He’d be so disappointed in you.
And te just want to break down and cry, knowing how upset he’d be.
te fight back tears, not wanting to ruin your eyeliner and mascara.
te quickly digita yourself, te were on in 5.
te walk backstage in a daze, not really concentrating, ready just to be another pretty face and body for men to stare at.
The lights go dark on the stage, your cue to take your place at your pole, the one on the stage right.
The Musica starts, and the lights go up. te feel the beat, starting to slide down the pole.
As te turn around, kicking up your leg, te see him.
te see him, standing at the entrance, the look on his face killing you.
te instantly let go of the pole, stand up, and look at him, eyes starting to water.
“Bitch, get back to dancing!” Some drunk yells at you, but te ignore him, biting your lip to keep from sobbing.
te see him mouth something. At first te can’t make it out, but then te realize he’s saying: “I’m sorry.”
te shake your head, letting him know it’s not his fault.
He starts walking towards you, making his way through the crowd of men.
te hop off the stage, making your way towards him, as fast as your high heeled boots would carry you.
te run into his arms, which immediately avvolgere around you, pulling te close. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
te can’t help it now, the tears start to flow.
He pulls away, holding your face in your hands, trying to hold back tears himself. “You’re going to quit, alright? I’ll support you, I swear. We’ll find te a real job, and everything will be fine. I promise.”
All te can do is cry and nod, make up running down your face.
“5, 4, 3, 2-” the crowd counts down to signal the new year.
And his lips crash into yours.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The club roars.
“This anno will be different.” te sniffle.
te give him a quick baciare on the cheek as te head towards the door. “I know, but I’ll be paid extra for working tonight.”
“Waiting tables?” He snorts.
te roll your eyes. “Well it is a holiday.” Not knowing what else to say about your profession, te add, “Lots of people go out tonight.”
“Can I visit te to get a New Year’s kiss?” He asks as te turn the doorknob to the front door.
te stop. te didn’t want him coming to see where te worked. “No,” te say quietly.
“Why not?”
“Just… No.” te say, and leave.
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The basso pounded, the colored lights flashed.
te glance at the clock. Only 11:50. Another couple hours in this whore house.
Stripping wasn’t how you’d picture your future to be. It sorta just happened. te were desperate for money, and te apparently had the sex appeal for it.
te take a look in the bathroom mirror, your hair all curly, and your wearing this black leather and fishnet ensemble.
“You look so slutty.” te think to yourself.
What would Ponyboy think?
He’d be so disappointed in you.
And te just want to break down and cry, knowing how upset he’d be.
te fight back tears, not wanting to ruin your eyeliner and mascara.
te quickly digita yourself, te were on in 5.
te walk backstage in a daze, not really concentrating, ready just to be another pretty face and body for men to stare at.
The lights go dark on the stage, your cue to take your place at your pole, the one on the stage right.
The Musica starts, and the lights go up. te feel the beat, starting to slide down the pole.
As te turn around, kicking up your leg, te see him.
te see him, standing at the entrance, the look on his face killing you.
te instantly let go of the pole, stand up, and look at him, eyes starting to water.
“Bitch, get back to dancing!” Some drunk yells at you, but te ignore him, biting your lip to keep from sobbing.
te see him mouth something. At first te can’t make it out, but then te realize he’s saying: “I’m sorry.”
te shake your head, letting him know it’s not his fault.
He starts walking towards you, making his way through the crowd of men.
te hop off the stage, making your way towards him, as fast as your high heeled boots would carry you.
te run into his arms, which immediately avvolgere around you, pulling te close. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
te can’t help it now, the tears start to flow.
He pulls away, holding your face in your hands, trying to hold back tears himself. “You’re going to quit, alright? I’ll support you, I swear. We’ll find te a real job, and everything will be fine. I promise.”
All te can do is cry and nod, make up running down your face.
“5, 4, 3, 2-” the crowd counts down to signal the new year.
And his lips crash into yours.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The club roars.
“This anno will be different.” te sniffle.
“You alright, babe?” He asks. te were lying on your stomach on superiore, in alto of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” te say.
He strokes his hair. “You know, this could be us every night.”
“Yeah but we’d have kids, so it would be weird and awkward to do this every night. What if they had bad dreams o something?” te say.
“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.
“That might work.” te laugh.
“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.