Olivia's POV:

The next day started off like any other.

I woke up at 8:00am, don't ask me why, considering my shift doesn't start until the evening, I guess I just hate sleeping in.

I jumped in the shower and prepared for the new day. While I washed my hair, I put my iPod on shuffle, and the sound of "Somewhere in Neverland," my favourite song by All Time Low played. I sung along loudly and definitely off-pitch, but just hearing it brightened my spirits.

I'd decided that today would be my chores day. That's right, laundry, changing the sheets if my bed, cleaning the bathroom and kitchen would basically be all I'd do. Since I'm just that cool.

Wrapping my damp hair in a towel, I pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top before hastily eating a yogurt. Got to keep my figure in check for the club.

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By about 12:30pm, I'd more or less done everything on my agenda, not including a couple loads of laundry here and there of course. After putting in my last load of the day, I plopped down on my leather couch and turned on Netflix. Luckily I still had a couple episodes of Once Upon a Time left that I hadn't watched already.

Now, most people my age are probably either finished or almost done university or college, maybe considering marriage, or even a job. Not me. The second I got my high school diploma, I said "see ya" to my hometown in Oregon and shipped my ass across the country to New York to pursue my dreams of Broadway. Of course those plans fell through, since I'm working now as a high-end stripper. But plans change. School has never been my thing, so why bother paying excess number of dollars on a education I'll never need?

See why couldn't I have had that speech when I left that rough note for my parents, telling them I'm leaving. I haven't actually had contact with either of my folks since I left. I'm assuming that they wouldn't want to even hold any association whatsoever with their daughter, who practically sells her body each night to strange, horny men.

But I suppose that's my life now, and whether I like it or not, my life was about to change. For the better or worse, that I cannot be sure.


Ashley's POV:

"Dude can you pass me a beer?"

We we were all past beyond wasted, with the exception of CC who never really had a limit. He just kept drinking and drinking until he collapsed. Or had a heart attack. Whichever comes first.

Last nights show had been mind-blowing. I'd forgotten how awesome New York was! And damn, did that city know how to live. The strip clubs, bars open 24 hours, I guess I know why they say the city never sleeps.

Jinxx and Jake were arm-wrestling, even though Jinxx was basically asleep. CC was swinging and jumping around the tour bus, stomping his feet and kicking at anything in his path. Andy had long since retired to bed, something about wanting to call his girlfriend tomorrow or whatever. Me, personally I hadn't had that much to drink, which usually was the opposite for me. But I really just wanted to get to see the rest of New York, and possibly hit up one if those many strip clubs we'd passed by already.

"OWW! CC! You bastard, watch where you're going asshole," I growled While rubbing my leg after CC kicked it.

Walking over hastily to the bus driver, I asked if he could drop me off here. Wherever here was. He seemed somewhat hesitant to let me go, but I managed to convince him otherwise, saying I just wanted to maybe stop at a bar, and then I'd find my way to a hotel or the bus.

So that's more or less how I found myself outside the club that would change my whole life. For the better.

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She ruined me. I tried to forget her, but she attached onto my like a leech, slowly draining the blood from my body, until I was nothing but a pile of mush in her hands.

Notes

So sorry that I haven't updated in so long!

basically a filler chapter, but next chapter I can safely guarantee that Ash and Live meet

please check out my other story! We Don't Belong

have a great day everyone! :)
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