Anyone who wants to respond to this journal may... It's kind of like Envy telling everyone how he and Kimbley got together.
With the pole held tightly in between my hands and thoughts racing through my mind faster than the speed of light, I began to do what I did best... or at least according to the manager of the club. He told me I was born to be an erotic dancer and entertain men, not women, with my small body. Since I had little else to do and wanted to get a job so I could get everything off of my mind, I eagerly agreed to take up the job as a pole dancer, lap dancer and many other things. Sometimes when I did a really good show that night, people would pay me extra for a night of fantasy roleplaying. That was one of my favorite parts because I got to dress up in different ways... the only thing that bothered me was the sex. But, it was my job and I had to be good at it even if I didn't need the money. I needed the job more than I needed money, isn't that sad? I needed it so I could keep my mind off of other things... Well, people actually. I needed my job so I wouln't think about Ed and Roy... Those thoughts almost always led me to a suicide attempt that was usually stopped by Ed. Roy tried to help stop me too, but of course he never really did stop me... I guess the only reason why he tried was so that Ed wouldn't have any grief if I did die. Oh well...
As I moved my body along to a beat that was pulsing through the club, I got a call to come down from the main stage and to one of the little ones that were at a table. I hopped down from the stage and walked towards the group of men, all drunk of course. My heels hit the ground hard with each step and the tight mini-skirt I was wearing felt like it was revealing too much. But I ignored these feelings and stopped in front of the table, giving a dazzling smile to the men.
"Oi, my buddie here wants a lap dance." One of the men said. He had dark hair that was cut in a traditional military look. Were these people from the military, I couldn't really tell if they were or not. The other men laughed loudly at the man's blush, pointing at him and encouraging me to hurry up. A shrug passed my shoulders and I crawled onto the table, then onto the man's lap. He had long, black hair that was tied back and in the front it looked like a pissed off barber really screwed up. Oh well, he was cute with that blush and those pissed off golden eyes.
After they had paid me, all of them laughing and the man, Kimbley I think his name was, had a strange look of embarassment and denial on his face, I hopped onto the table and then onto the floor... Before I heard them calling me back. I turned to stare at them, waiting to see what else they wanted from me. Kimbley ( was that his name?) was slipping from the booth with red cheeks and a roar of laughter and clapping from his friends. The man took my hand in his and I half considered jumping back... Boss told us no one was supposed to touch us unless they paid. But I didn't jump back, instead I looked up at him cluelessly.
"Hey... What do you say to coming back with me, I'll pay you of course." He added the last bit in quickly, looking embarassed beyond all reasoning. "I-I can see if you don't want to though, I mean..."
"No, I'll come." I replied, still trying to figure out the man's name. "How do you want me?"
Kimbley stared at me for a moment before figuring out what I meant and mumbling beneath his breath. "Torn apart dress, heels... On your hands and knees."
Later that night, I arrived where he told me to come in the appropriate attire. Kimbley eyed me hungrily and then tackled me to the bed almost immediately, eating away at my body with his rough kisses.
Before I had known it, the night had ended and it was time for me to go back home to Roy and Ed's place, which conviently happened to be right across the street. "Well, good night." I said, waving a little before I started to head out of the bedrooms.
Kimbley growled though and clapped his hands together, forcing them onto my back. "If I can't have you forever, than no one can." He snarled as my body began to rearrange. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head and my mouth foam before I exploded violently.
While my body was attempting to regenerate, Kimbley was standing there in awe as he watched. Once I was finally standing again, I shook my head and blinked as if to toss away confusion to what just happened. Kimbley was staring at me with a dropped jaw and I merely shrugged my shoulders once more. This process was repeated a few times until finally, he collapsed on his bed and I was able to leave.
Thus, this meeting began our relationship.
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