I was at the age of eighteen, just started my new job. I started working at a small bar, very exotic. I was a dancer there and...okay, fine, I was a stripper and I mean a real stripper. In the real meaning of the word. I was doing erotic dances, dressing in skimpy clothing and all that, but I wasn't living a bad life. I wasn't pushed into this just to have a little more money, nothing like that. I was, well I had my own apartment and shit, but I guess that at one point I just wanted to see if there was more to life than just studying my ass off, so I started here. And let me tell you, they pay some real good cash for a ginger with an American accent. There was this little disadvantage though...I was a little bit unable to fall in love. Of course every man can say 'I love you.' and shower you with gifts when you are that, impossible to reach sex symbol. Not that I wanna brag, but I was really high in the food chain, if you know what I mean.
I was working for just three months so far and was already one of the most popular girls in the 'Midnight Seattle'. A small rock bar which to be more 'fun' as they say was also a strip club.
You really wouldn't know what to expect by only hearing the name. Now, on with the story.
It was a chilly Friday night and again like every Friday it was packed.
"Well, well. I heard our town hotties are heading here for some entertainment." A tall brunette female spoke, putting on a pair of plane ass heels, with the most smug ass face that could appear under that scrunched up jewish nose.
Not that I was racist or anything...
"So?" I finally spoke trying to cover up my smirk.
It was pointlessly clear that those sexy pieces of meat would be at my feet by the end of the night.
Hey don't get me wrong I was just good...very, very good.
"I will win this Crof! So you should just give up tonight."She snickered maliciously.
We weren't exactly friends..or rivals. To be honest we were just co workers with quite a bit of a history connected to our love hate relationship. Well..not love, but more like tolerance.
"The Raiders aren't just some hot hunks Sarah, they are dangerous okay..."Blondie spoke with a warning tone.
Poor Blondie..I mean Alex... she was just scared of them for some unknown reason.
Jewie's nose scrunched up lightly, such a big nose, I could just never look away.
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"Mom...you never told me you were a stripper." Edward commented, eyes filled with curiosity.
"Well..." Maria started "I used to live a pretty interesting life." She said with a sly smile as if quietly remembering her past.
The boy was quiet for a moment and then spoke. "What about dad..."
"What about your dad?"Maria asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, what was he like?"
Maria was lightly hesitant, but once again spoke. "Your father was an incredible man, honest, courageous, and just that got him..." she stopped.
"Killed?" Edward continue, flipping through the pages, comfortably sited on the couch, next to his mother.
"Smart boy." Maria smirked, a sly smile admiring the resemblance he had with his father.