Bad || ONESHOT COMPLETE

Profane

The girl worked hard for her money in her job. It wasn't a very respectful one but she took pride in it. It gave her warm food every day, a roof on her head, a home to look forward to after the dreaded days at work.

She combs through her tangled mane till the messy curls became loose ones. Her long golden brown hair sat at the bottom of her spine. Alisha looked at herself in the mirror before taking off for work. Eventhough she was an expert at her job, there was a guilt feeling in the pit of her stomach, the anxiety puffed up in her mind it would not go away. It wasn't the fact that she'd screw up but the nasty, potential customers she had to face. Not all of them were bad, some of them were decent, gentle. But some... She had no words for. She wrapped her trench coat around her tightly as she neared to the club. Alisha took deep breaths in and out as she got in through the back door, entering a ten digit code.

As she got to the changing rooms the other girls were also getting ready for the evening.

"Hey girl" they called to her. She smiles at them. That was the one thing that kept her going in this profession. The family like colleagues who were ever so friendly and supportive. Something she'd never known until she got this job. Whenever she thought about them a tear would come to her eye. Who knew good people existed?

Alisha put on some makeup, eyeshadow, blush, dark red lipstick. Nothing too heavy. Today she didn't want any attention. She just wanted to work then go home.

She changed into something more revealing. A glittery, sequined crop top that showed off her cleavage and tight short shorts. And high heels that were almost like stilts. The straps of her heels wrapped around her ankles and half way up her calf. You think this is bad. There'd be times where she felt like she had nothing on, she'd might aswell be naked.

Today her boss told her to take centre stage eventhough she didn't want to. But she had to respect his wishes if she wanted her salary. Alisha strutted her way to the stage. Taking a deep breath she pried open the curtains and took the middle, most front pole. The crowd grinned at the sight of her, hooted and whistled.

Alisha grabbed the pole and began dancing like she knew. Putting on a fake smile, winking at the crowd every now and again, moving to the groove of the music. She is a pro at this she could do it wearing a blind fold. The dancing around the pole was actually enjoyable. It's just the way then men would stare at her hungrily, lusted after her like she was nothing more than just a piece of meat. She was going up, going down, moving around the pole. Turning around, stretching the contours of her arms and legs around the pole like it was her best friend that she trusted with her life. Her eyes were either closed or were staring aimlessly into the crowd. Her smile fake, her sexy faces fake. All for the sake of it. For the money. None of it for the love. Everything was materialistic, her life, this job probably her birth too. Why else did she live alone.

She'd always hold her chin high and had the upmost respect for herself despite what people thought. Who gave a fuck about them? Who were they to judge?

It was time for her break so Alisha disappeared back behind the curtain she was heading back towards the changing rooms. Until she was faced by her boss.