I'm a stripper, doesn't mean I'm a slut

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actuality By actuality Updated 6 months ago
"Of course, it had to be him. I mean, really, who else would karma send to crap up my already crapped upon life?  And so, James Adam Cooper steps into the club. And my bra is half way off."  When Kayley runs away from home with nothing more than a duffle bag, a pillow and her cat, Ollie, she's screwed. She has no place to go and nobody to turn to. And she needs money. Fast. So she ends up taking the road a million girls like her have taken - sell your body for money.  There's just one thing.  She's still in high school.  And it just so happens that the douche bag that goes to her school saw her performing.
Screw the pony, I would have asked to go to Narnia, Hogwarts, and Camp Half Blood JUST to see his face
CountryGirl121212 CountryGirl121212 19 days ago
This is so me 
I mean I'm not a stripper 
I mean I go on and on bout my life's story and finally at the last sentence get to the point
datgirlisatomboy_ datgirlisatomboy_ a month ago
@l3arrier happy little pill, tell me your name dry my eyes set colours to my skin
l3arrier l3arrier a month ago
you know what this lady needs? a happy little pill ! and that's your daughter, biosh, accept it.
paramoreislife2001 paramoreislife2001 a month ago
@Tattsrthebest I actually finished the book and also do you know what a joke is.
Tattsrthebest Tattsrthebest a month ago
How is that selfish? You've barley reached half the first para and your already hating?