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Authors: Fiona Layne
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stuck up for me stung, but our relationship had never been that good to begin with. After my father died when I was little, she just always looked at me as a huge burden on her life.
So I ran away at 16 and never looked back. Now, three years later I was making ends meet my stripping and I was honestly pretty happy with my life. Jason and his father could go fuck themselves.
After I left, he used that as an excuse to take my mother and move to New York. They still have their house here, but I have no idea how often they come back. I haven't seen any of them in years.
I don't remember Jason being a bad guy, to be honest. His only fault was idolizing his father too much, but he was pretty nice to me for the brief couple of years I knew him. Whenever I thought back to that time, he was the only part of the family that I actually missed. Well, him and my dog Buster. Man, do I miss that dog. But there was no way I could take him with me when I left, with no plan other than to try to survive on the streets.
I quickly finish my toes and wave them dry. I'm due on stage in a couple of minutes and don't want them to smear. My heart is beating a bit fast, but I'm struggling to keep my nerves under control. It's fine. I'll just scan the crowd quickly to figure out where he is, and then I'll keep my face away from that area for the rest of my dance.
I really can't afford to not go up. I need this job, and refusing to dance when it's my turn without a damn good reason is grounds for dismissal. And I'm not about to use my billionaire brother as my reason.
As I sit around waiting for my turn to dance, the rumor about the billionaire in our bar continues to spread and soon it's all that the girls are talking about. I roll my eyes, wondering if any of them really think anything will come of it. Some of these girls are dreamers.
"Up next, the shamefully wicked Sin!" My heart pounds within my chest upon hearing the DJ call my name. I'm always a bit nervous about going on stage, no matter how many times I do it, but this is worse than normal. What if Jason recognizes me? Am I really willing to get completely naked in front of him?
I give my head a little shake and walk out the door towards the stage. It's not like he'll know it's me, and I can just pretend he isn't there. He's just another anonymous perv.
Once I get up on stage and start moving, I begin to relax. I'm always most nervous in that initial moment before I actually get up, but I love to dance and once I'm in my element I can usually forget all my worries. Although this time I have more on my mind than just the fact that I'm taking my clothes off in front of a bunch of random pervs. This time I'm taking them off in front of my brother.
I'm already halfway through my set, with most of my clothes off, that I finally work up the nerve to search him out. The room is much quieter than normal, especially for a Friday night. All eyes seem to either be staring directly at, or deliberately trying to avoid the back corner. As I lift myself up on the brass pole and do a spin, I chance a quick glance over to that area.
Sitting very casually between two large men is the unmistakable form of Jason Graft. His short dark hair and strong jaw line haven't changed since I last saw him. Even so, his picture is everywhere on the news so I he's been impossible to forget regardless. He's wearing a dark blue blazer and matching tie that is loosed at the top. His white dress shirt underneath has a couple of buttons undone at the top. He likely came here straight from some meeting and just wanted to relax. Maybe he thought this place was out of the way enough to not be recognized. I doubt it's possible for a guy like Jason to just unwind anywhere in this city without everyone staring at him, though.
In that regard, I feel bad for him. Despite what I do for a
So I ran away at 16 and never looked back. Now, three years later I was making ends meet my stripping and I was honestly pretty happy with my life. Jason and his father could go fuck themselves.
After I left, he used that as an excuse to take my mother and move to New York. They still have their house here, but I have no idea how often they come back. I haven't seen any of them in years.
I don't remember Jason being a bad guy, to be honest. His only fault was idolizing his father too much, but he was pretty nice to me for the brief couple of years I knew him. Whenever I thought back to that time, he was the only part of the family that I actually missed. Well, him and my dog Buster. Man, do I miss that dog. But there was no way I could take him with me when I left, with no plan other than to try to survive on the streets.
I quickly finish my toes and wave them dry. I'm due on stage in a couple of minutes and don't want them to smear. My heart is beating a bit fast, but I'm struggling to keep my nerves under control. It's fine. I'll just scan the crowd quickly to figure out where he is, and then I'll keep my face away from that area for the rest of my dance.
I really can't afford to not go up. I need this job, and refusing to dance when it's my turn without a damn good reason is grounds for dismissal. And I'm not about to use my billionaire brother as my reason.
As I sit around waiting for my turn to dance, the rumor about the billionaire in our bar continues to spread and soon it's all that the girls are talking about. I roll my eyes, wondering if any of them really think anything will come of it. Some of these girls are dreamers.
"Up next, the shamefully wicked Sin!" My heart pounds within my chest upon hearing the DJ call my name. I'm always a bit nervous about going on stage, no matter how many times I do it, but this is worse than normal. What if Jason recognizes me? Am I really willing to get completely naked in front of him?
I give my head a little shake and walk out the door towards the stage. It's not like he'll know it's me, and I can just pretend he isn't there. He's just another anonymous perv.
Once I get up on stage and start moving, I begin to relax. I'm always most nervous in that initial moment before I actually get up, but I love to dance and once I'm in my element I can usually forget all my worries. Although this time I have more on my mind than just the fact that I'm taking my clothes off in front of a bunch of random pervs. This time I'm taking them off in front of my brother.
I'm already halfway through my set, with most of my clothes off, that I finally work up the nerve to search him out. The room is much quieter than normal, especially for a Friday night. All eyes seem to either be staring directly at, or deliberately trying to avoid the back corner. As I lift myself up on the brass pole and do a spin, I chance a quick glance over to that area.
Sitting very casually between two large men is the unmistakable form of Jason Graft. His short dark hair and strong jaw line haven't changed since I last saw him. Even so, his picture is everywhere on the news so I he's been impossible to forget regardless. He's wearing a dark blue blazer and matching tie that is loosed at the top. His white dress shirt underneath has a couple of buttons undone at the top. He likely came here straight from some meeting and just wanted to relax. Maybe he thought this place was out of the way enough to not be recognized. I doubt it's possible for a guy like Jason to just unwind anywhere in this city without everyone staring at him, though.
In that regard, I feel bad for him. Despite what I do for a
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