Olivia's POV:

9:30pm my shift started. It ends at 2:00am. It was now almost 3:30am.

I was actually pretty pissed off that Kyle was making me stay so late, he knew that I got cranky after 2am, but did the bastard listen? Hell no.

Even though I've been here for an hour and half longer than normally necessary, I get payed for overtime, and get way more tips. Clients seem to like me, so they often request me. On top of that, my usual rounds help with money.

I was now on break. Standing in front of my vanity backstage, I admired how good of a job I did on my makeup.

"Star! You're up!"

I muttered a long list of profanities before flipping my blonde hair over my right shoulder, and strutting back into the lounge. I quickly scanned the crowd, nobody tried to catch my gaze, and no one caught mind either. Maybe I wasn't needed? And I could go home?

A smile lit up my face at the thought of my warm bed at home... And the remainder of my evening either watching Netfix or possibly reading a book. Just as I was about to head back to the change rooms, a arm hooked itself around my waist and spun me around.

"Nope, you're not going anywhere Starry. Got a client for you tonight, celebrity," my manager, Kyle, pointed to a man's back near the bar. "Go on doll, work your magic."

I mentally groaned and flipped Kyle off, to which he responded with a chuckle. Sighing, I began my sexy prowl towards my prey, the low-life at the bar who desperately sought female attention.


Ashley's POV:

The club music was pounding, and the alcohol I'd consumed was not helping. My head buzzed with the temporary high the liquor controlled, my blood sung in my veins, and my heart beat wildly with the beat or the music. My eyes were half closed, scanning the crowd slightly with a bored expression plastered on my face. I'd learned long ago that that was the easiest way to get service at a strip club; fake boredom.

Right on schedule, I could hear the tapping of one of the worker's high heeled stilettos as she approached. I slowly turned to face her, taking in her seductive appearance.

She truly was stunning. Her long, blonde hair was wavy, and pushed over one shoulder. Her grey eyes sparkled in the dim lighting, and the black eyeliner really made them pop.

This girl was beautiful, a stripper, was actually beautiful. Don't get me wrong, strippers can be attractive, it's just usually an aura of... Being a slut surrounds them. Not her though. She seemed so innocent, so young and carefree. She barely seemed to be twenty. I wonder what she's doing working here...

"Hey there, would you like a dance?" She asked, her sweet voice dripping in seduction. She placed her petite hands on my knees, and leaned towards me, giving me an eyeful of her perky breasts.

I gulped, and forced my eyes to her face. Realization and recognition dawned upon her face, and a scowl morphed onto her delicate features. She pulled her hands away from me like I'd burned her, and sneered.

"Ugh, what the hell do you think you're doing here?" She spat venomously.

I cocked my head to the side, what was she talking about?

"Oh, is the litre Ashley Purdy confused?" She asked in a mocking baby voice.

"Excuse me?" I asked surprised by her reaction.

"I'm sorry, but I don't take my clothes off for a manwhore who fuck anything with a vagina. Have a nice day asshole."

And with that, she spun on her heel, and stalked to what was most likely a change room. Leaving me confused as hell, and wanting her at the same time.

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She was a drug. Alluring and mysterious at first. But then horribly addicting. As she slowly withdrew herself from my life, I found myself aching even more for her. And when she finally killed me, I died high and unaware of where I was, or how I got there.

Notes

I actually really liked this chapter :)

so why do think Liv hates Ash?

i do this on my other story so I thought id try it as well

qotd: if you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?