un·der·bel·ly
/ˈəndərˌbelē/
noun
A hidden unpleasant or criminal part of society.
"the dark underbelly of a ghetto"
"I do for me and mine how I see fit. Even if I have to wage war against everything in my path." His voice so powerful it felt like i...
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AN: Again I'm not British so bare with me. Lmfaooooooo
Killian Rubis Andrade Shoreditch, UK Three weeks later
Que was booming for the night, Hal was throwing some type of celebration party. Apparently some guys named Stone and Danny, were making a big come back on the east side. I didn't care, I was here to make a lot of money.
Instead of dancing, Hal had me work the floor. Pouring drinks and caressing men to make them feel better about whatever bruised ego they had before walking through the doors. See, Cench told me not to come back here but I wouldn't quake at his every word because he didn't take care of me. I had to do that myself, so here I was.
So I found myself back in the club about a week later, with Hal almost refusing to give me my money from the last dance I did. I really just needed enough money to hold me over until I found another medical job. I hated doing this, I hated having to have myself exposed in order to make a dollar.
With my size it was obvious I wasn't liked by every patron of the club. Being the fat friend prepared me for this though, but it was a two sided coin being a heavy girl. One side everyone is repulsed by you, the other side your just a fantasy dare to some dude who's never fucked a big girl before.
"How does Hal have you around here shaking the ground with every step." Some drunk prick cackled loudly through the loud music. Taking a deep breath I pushed a smile on my face, "Can I get you anything else to drink?"
Hopefully he would get alcohol poisoning and just puke his life away.
"Not from you." He continued to laugh, and the other men laughed as well.
"Danny cut it out. She's a working girl." One of the guys say, eyeing me up and down. And just like that I was completely uncomfortable.
"Come take a seat with me." The other guy patted the seat next to him, "I'm not allowed to."
"This is my club, you can do whatever I say." He subtly pointed to the seat next to him, and I sat down. It felt like as soon as I did the music stopped so I stood up to my feet quickly, looking around for Hal because I knew I was in big trouble.
Cench stood there with a gun pointed at me, "Move." He shooed me away, all the guys stood up and drew their guns on him. He also seemed to be alone, not moving in his usual pack.
The men from before stood up, women ran to the back behind where we would get ready and some of them even moving back upstairs. I began stepping back, "You don't move." The man who asked me to sit pointed at me.
"I said move." Cench looked at me, so I began moving back again.
"See Cench, you thought you could come in my club, with your drugs and be fine? No, no, and no." The guy walked back towards me, and in a swift moment he grabbed me by my hair and stood me infront of him with a gun to my head.
