We ran up the street until we reached the top where I collapsed in his arms because damn, I was out if shape. 'I really need to work out more,' I thought to myself as Jack and I turned a random corner into a dark alley. My physical health was the least of my worries as Jack pulled me farther into the shadows, clearly catching on to my plan.

We took the back roads and were at my work place in a matter of minutes. The bad thing was that Jack couldn't just come in with me. I cant be seen with him if i want to keep my job. But i didnt want to leave him.

We stopped at the door, and I tried to form a plan in my head. "Sit at the bar, in the corner. Keep a low profile since you're alone and not a regular. I won't be long, I promise." I told Jack, pushing him in the front entrance before I ran around to the rear of the building and went in the door marked "Employees Only."

I pushed the door slowly open, hoping it wouldn't creak as loud as it usually did. I wasn't really popular with my coworkers. But obviously, it creaked louder than ever before. they all looked at me and scowled. i pulled my shorts down. I didn't need to give them reasons to call me the names that they did. After removing my "street clothing", if you could even consider calling booty shorts and a tshirt on a male that, I went into the corner of the dark, musty-smelling room to a walk-in closet with different costumes. The back of the closet was reserved for me, and I stood there in my underwear while examining my costume choices. 'Which one would be the best for Jack?' I thought to myself as I shuffled through the various dresses and women's accessories.

There wasn't much of a choice. everything cool had been taken or ripped in the nono square area for easy feeling. I didn't even know what we were doing today. I ended up wearing a black and red Draculara dress and super high boots with heels. After taking a look in the dirty, smudged mirror and putting some extra hairspray in my fabulous hair, I joined the other guys I work with behind the curtain. We waited in silence for the music to start. Once the fast-paced beat pulsed through the small building, we filed out into the bright room, full of men with smug smirks painted on their faces. I immediately spotted Jack in the back corner, a blush forming on his cheeks as his eyes met mine.

I reached my designated pole and grinded down it. I tried not to look at Jack. This was my life and I hated it. It took all my dignity away in the snap of a finger.
I started doing more elaborate moves and wrapped my legs so that I was hanging upside down and twisting. When i finally got off, a took a fraction of a second to make my mind not dizzy and started to strip like the other boys.

As the other boys began to go to the the tables they always dance on, I panicked for a moment because I had completely forgotten that Jack was sitting at the table I was supposed to dance on. My palms were sweating as I began my routine, putting one stiletto foot on top of Jack's table and leaning in towards him. "Don't hate me for this," I whispered, taking a chance and looking into his eyes for the first time since I took the floor. Jack shook his head quickly, his brown eyes blown wide with lust.

First I slowly unzipped the dress i was wearing and shaking my ass in the guys behind mes face. I was wearing a small skirt that doubled as underwear and I proceeded to make myself look like a whore in front of everyone by grinding on nothing and kissing random guys for some 5's. Jack shifted in his seat slightly and pulled out his wallet. Most men had their wallets out and ready before they even sat down - those were the regulars who knew us by our fake names, obviously. I glanced over at Jack, who I was now across the room from, as he took a $5 bill out of his wallet slowly, his eyes never leaving my body as I swayed my hips and slid down a pole. The poles were probably the only clean and shiny part of this whole bar. I sighed as I neared Jack again, who was holding out the money to me. I shook my head at first, not wanting his money now since I had made out with him back at my house, and could kiss him in character if I wanted to, but that's not the way I wanted to kiss him again because that would just be awkward. Jack extended his arm more, pushing the money towards me. Sighing, I grabbed the bill and shoved it into my bright red bra before rolling my eyes and stepping behind Jack's chair.

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We left about a half hour later. "Dude gimme my 5 bucks back" he said bumping his hip with mine. "What why?" I said going for my wallet. "You said lie low and act natural so that's exactly what i did. And now i want my 5 bucks back!"

"Ugh, fine," I told him, handing over a dirty five dollar bill. I was planning on spending that at Starbucks later like the typical white girl that I am. "So," I began, looking up at Jack. "What do you want to do now?" I winked, and Jack just smirked back as we turned down to my street. "When is your roommate usually not around?" he asked me.

Notes

Yayy, chapter two
This one's dedicated to my good friend who I'm currently talking to on facebook (you know who you are) because I gave her a preview of the chapter and she was like scared so HERE YA GO, GIRL.
Uhm yeah
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~SaraBethGaskarth
:o you let someone see it before it was posted but wont let me have a preview for your other story.
im hurt. </3
this is why i ship corza and not cara
-barakittenn