Dance Of The Dogs

An ER fan fiction by AbCaLuDa

**Standard disclaimers apply. I don't own anything ER. I don't own the song, Dance Of The Dogs, as recorded by a long defunct band called Lynch Mob…Lyrics set off by * because I don't know how to make Italics work on ff.net

**Rated R for suggestive imagery, violence, and language. You have been warned.

**This is a revised version…I posted 4 chapters previously but I got a new idea and thought of a few details to make the story better…So I hope you like it!

I expect to have rotating narrators for this story…

Feedback is encouraged, flames are not. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Thanks so much!

Chapter 1

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In a dark and smoky room

A shade of webs that leads you to

A tattered stage that's worn and grey

Another girl sweats for another day's pay

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The last chords of the song vibrate through her feet, and her body continues to throb as she takes her bow. She makes a quick sweep of the stage, gathering loose change and a few dollar bills before slithering off into the darkness.

She has only three minutes to dress for the next set, a private dance in the back room.

She stuffs her tips into her jar, to be counted later, and slips into the dressing room. One of the other girls helps her with the tie straps of her new top, and gives her make up a quick once-over.

"Thanks, Doll." She smiles and shifts her top as she walks, her steps rushed to get to the client quickly.

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Oh, under a silver moon

She leaves her thoughts behind

Yesterday's long gone cold

The hourglass of time

Lays heavy on her mind

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She takes her position just as the curtain opens, and she throws herself into the dance. Her mind shuts down when she performs, she can't afford to let herself think about what she is doing, what her life has become. Just a means of survival, she tells herself, the only work she could find and it isn't so bad, really. Most nights, anyway. And the money is good. She usually clears more than a thousand a week. She never got that plugging away bagging groceries or checking items at Wal-Mart.

Never mind that she hates herself for it. Never mind that she feels dirty, soiled, damaged. No one, no man, will ever want her after this. She isn't looking for love anyway. Ever. She thought she had it once, and look how that turned out.

But she can't think of that, can't think of sweet baby Avery when she's working.

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Child, blessed with a smile

Slithers like a snake, the way she moves

Wild, oh so wild

Runnin' from her mind, but she always seems to lose

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He can't touch her, that's what the rules say. She can get close to him, play into his lap, but he can't touch her. Not one finger.

She can feel the heat of his lust, the power of his desire, but he can't touch her.

She twists her body in ways a body shouldn't be able to go. She juts her breasts in his face, and reaches behind herself to untie the flimsy straps of her flimsy shirt.

He licks his lips at the sight of her pear-shaped attributes, and she caresses the curves with a single finger on each side. She knows he wants to touch her, and she knows he will think of her later when he touched himself.

Her step falters, she nearly loses her balance, but catches herself on the arms of his chair. He grunts, she smells the sweat, mixed with cheap aftershave, and chokes back the urge to vomit in his lap.

He has paid for her show, and she can't afford to upset him.

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Under a silver moon, her eyes will never lie

She's on a trip so long

The hourglass of time lays heavy on her mind

And there ain't nothin' you can do

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She thinks the set will never end. Three songs. She has to dance three songs for him. She can't think about the full set she did on the main stage already. No rest for the wicked, they say. She has to keep going until her shift ends. Two more songs. Just two more songs.

She steps back, putting a good three or four inches between them. She bends her knees, licking her lips, trying to look sexy as she shimmies back up, caressing herself. She doesn't dare look at him.

She closes her eyes and thinks about the guy who always sits in the back, alone, nursing just one beer all night long. She thinks about him a lot. He looks too…too sophisticated to be in a girly club. She likes to pretend he's going to save her one of these days…In her mind, he takes her away to some far away place, far far from here, and they live happily ever after just like all the princesses in the fairy tales she used to read.

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Dance, bitch, dance

Until there's nothing left to hide

Dance, honey, dance

Your mama should have taught you right

So wipe your tears away

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She feel the familiar sting of tears, the self loathing that rises in her throat like bile. She swallows it back, and prays she can just get through the next song. Just one more song.

She bites her lip to keep it all in, turns her back to him and bends over to put her ass out to him. Sweat trickles down her face, dripping off her chin like rain.

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Yeah, nice and easy, now do it!

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Finally the song ends and the room falls into shadow. She hurries out the back door, moving quickly to the bathroom. She reaches the stall just in time, and after emptying her stomach, she leans against the wall shaking.

"Hey. You okay, Abby?"

"Yeah. Fine. I'm okay." Abby opens the door, and steps out into the light.

"You don't look okay," one of the other girls says with a hint of concern in her voice.

Abby shrugs. "I think I just got too hot. I'll be fine."

"If you say so."

Abby nods, splashes cold water on her face, and walks out to the dressing area.

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Under a silver moon, her eyes will never lie

She's on a trip so long

The hourglass of time lays heavy on her mind

And there ain't nothin' you can do

Dance, bitch, dance

Until there's nothing left to hide

Dance, honey, dance

Your mama should have taught you right

So wipe your tears away

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She blots her eyes and grabs a few extra tissues to keep in her pocket. She pulls her coat tight around her neck and steps out into the night. She hasn't had a reaction like that since the beginning of her dancing career when it was all new and exciting and terrifying.

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That's the end of the revised first chapter. Please, please, please, use the review button to let me know what you think. I truly appreciate my readers but I only know you're out there if you review…So get to it! It only takes a moment and it makes me really happy ;) Plus I want to know what you think…So…please review! Thanks so much for reading!