Baby doll

My real name is Dream

I sat in the beautiful dressing room looking at my scars. Slowly covering them with make up, regretting each second, Covering each scar, placing  concealer over my freckled face.Then rummaging though the thin pieces of slutty outfits but finally picking out one

I felt so embarrassed. So cold. Naked. My body was in shambles. I'm highly under weight. In this place I'm only used for a sex object

I walked down such dark glommed halls watching girls drag married men into private rooms and men three times their age to cash registers. All this while wiping there mouths off with heels in hand

"Next up Baby doll" the hostess calls out my stage name calling me out to the stage. Im nervous as always. All these old men looking at me like I'm a piece of meat ,their five course meal. Most of these men have daughters they would kill if they saw them like me. I'm only 17 working in such a place. A girl like me with an unstable mother and daddy issues. Who would have thought?
The manger roughly pushes me on to the stage tripping over my 7 inch heels-that make me about 5'9. I'm so short. I see all the men, but one stands out. He had perfect brown eyes and perfect light skin and he was eyeing me. Watching each move I made. He pulls one of waitresses to the side and points to me. My music came to a complete stop when the hostess dragged me off stage. "Apparently the young man out front wants to take you to a back room." She says dragging me back  into a private room with a guy. This had never happened to me before. Shit like this never happens to me.

"Hello there Babydoll I'm Ash and trust me I don't want sex or any type of sexual relations...just to talk to a beautiful girl." He says while pushing my hair behind my ear.

"Well to begin my real name is Dream" I say wiping makeup off my face