Aiden walked into the dimly lit club dragging Tyler behind him. The music was so loud it made his ears hurt. "Come on dude you're here to have a good time!" Aiden yelled over the music as Tyler looked around frowning.
Aiden guided him to the bar. Tyler didn't even hear what he ordered, he looked up to see what the lighting situation was and as his eyes searched the ceiling, he spotted the tops of some poles. He didn't dare to look down, but curiosity got the better of him and sure enough, there were young girls, probably still teens, dancing and wearing barely any clothes.
Aiden started to push Tyler from behind towards the girls. Despite what Tyler thought, he couldn't take his eyes off one particular girl.
'She's beautiful,' he thought as his eyes skimmed up and down her body. He got angry at himself. That was what he was meant to think. That was what every other guy in this club was thinking too.
He broke his stare at her and looked at the stage floor feeling embarrassed. A pair of very high heeled shoes came into view. 'Oh no, not me,' he thought desperately.
"How are you doing tonight?" he heard a girls voice ask.
'Damn,' he thought. He looked up, it was the girl who he had thought was beautiful talking to him. She was smiling sweetly and looking sexy at the same time as she sat down and opened her legs in front of Tyler.
He almost couldn't control himself, he tried to look anywhere but the legs that were spread in front of him.
"Um, I'm fine," he finally replied whilst looking into her eyes for the first time. She was wearing a lot of black eye liner but her sparkling eyes pierced through.
"Just fine?" she asked, a pretend frown on her lips. She bent down so her head was inches from Tyler's.
"I can make you feel more than just fine baby." She said in a husky voice.
Tyler swallowed audibly, she must've heard and started giggling. She grabbed his hand and tried to pull him.
Tyler felt lost and frantically looked around for Aiden. He found him amongst a sea of faces grinning at him with his thumbs up.
He pushed through the crowd over to Tyler, "Here," he said, shoving a 100 dollar bill into Tyler's hand, Tthis one's on me", and with that Tyler was dragged away to what he presumed were the VIP rooms which Aiden had told him all about.
The girl opened the door to reveal a room with red lighting. They walked in. There was a chair in the middle of the far wall. Tyler walked over to it and the girl pushed him with her heel on his back. He sat down abruptly.
"My name's Mallory, what's yours?" she said and straddled Tyler.
"Um, it's Tyler" he gulped as he felt himself hardening, this Mallory chick was really turning him on. She wrapped her arms around Tyler's neck and started grinding into him.
"Have you done this before, Tyler, baby?" she asked with a voice of honey. Tyler's head was back, his eyes closed, she felt so good.
"Been to strip clubs? No I haven't." He managed to answer in between moans.
"You should enjoy this then," Mallory replied, kissing his jaw line and then his neck, and licking his ear. Tyler groaned as Mallory's hands went up his shirt.
Mallory went through all the prices of what she could do to him. Tyler was only half listening, he was in pure bliss. "...But only if you have a rubber," Tyler heard her say.
"What?" he asked.
"I said I'll only do it if you wrap up" she replied, tugging at Tyler's pants and unbuckling his belt. The realisation of what Mallory was doing suddenly hit Tyler and he stood up suddenly.
"No. Stop!" he exclaimed. Mallory looked up through her lashes,
"Is there something the matter, Tyler?" she asked politely. Tyler was in a daze for a second as Mallory held his stare with her gorgeous eyes, then he remembered what was happening.
"Yes there is. I want you to stop. I don't want to do this. It's just..." he tried to find the right word to express himself, "Wrong!" He said angrily and tried to walk out the room.
Mallory was at the door before him. Her attitude had changed, she was no longer the sweet, sexy, seducing stripper, instead she was angry, hurt.
"Fine! If you don't want me to blow you, I won't! But you still have to pay me." She held out her hand stubbornly. Tyler gave her evils and ruffled around in his pocket looking for the money Aiden had given him. He fished it out and stuffed it into her bra, ignoring her out stretched hand.
"Happy?" he asked.
"No!" she shouted.
"That was $100! How much do you want?" he shouted back.
"That's not what I meant," Mallory said quieter.
"Oh then, well what did you mean?" Tyler asked, losing his patience and towering over her petite body.
"I...I meant that..."
"Spit it out," Tyler said, growing increasingly angrier every second.
Tears welled up in Mallory's eyes. Tyler's expression softened, he hadn't meant to upset her to the point of crying, and judging by the huge bodyguards standing outside, it wasn't anything he should be proud of.
"What's wrong?" Tyler asked worried, he instinctively brushed her tears away with his hand.
"I don't need your sympathy," she blurted out in between sobs and turned her back to him. She placed her hand on the door handle, ready to leave. She heard Tyler sigh. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her away from the door.
"Please, don't leave." He said soothingly. Mallory wiped her tears away and tried to put on a brave face.
"I thought you didn't want to have any fun," she mused. Tyler smiled,
"Is that what you call it? 'Fun'?" Mallory nodded,
"You said you didn't want me to do anything to you," she said meekly.
"That was before I saw how cute you are when you get all flustered," he pulled her to him and traced her jaw line with his fingers.
"Now I kind of want to stay, now what were you upset about?" Mallory had a sudden interest in staring at the floor. "Mallory?"
"Um, it's kind of embarrassing now...I...I..." Tyler laughed and pulled her into a hug, he felt oddly protective over her, she was so small and fragile and working in an environment like this worried him.
"Just forget about it. You obviously don't want to talk about it." She rested her head on his chest. She recovered the only way she knew how and hid behind her stripper identity again.
"Yes Mallory," he replied sceptically. Mallory started to unfasten his belt for the second time that night. "Do you have a rubber?"
"A rubber? You know, a condom? Do you have one?"
"Seriously Mallory? Was this whole thing just a set up to get me wrapped around you little finger and pay you again?"
"What?" Mallory squeaked, genuinely surprised at his accusation. "No, of course it wasn't!"
Tyler angrily grabbed Mallory's wrists, put them firmly by her side and did his belt back up.
"Tyler! Please believe me! It wasn't a set up- you were the one who wanted to leave in the first place!"
He stared at her looking repulsed. "Yeah, too bad I didn't leave back then." He said, breathing deeply, and stormed out the room.
As soon as the door opened, the muffled beat of the music instantly became ridiculously loud again. Tyler pushed through the crowd, Mallory ran after him, she yelled his name, but her cries just got lost in the music and chatter. She continued to run desperately through the crowd, afraid that she'd lose sight of him. She had an advantage that she knew her way round, Tyler on the other hand, didn't. Mallory finally found her way outside, but despite her advantage, Tyler was nowhere to be seen.
She looked back in the club to see if he was lost in there, but no such luck. It was windy and she was freezing. People walking past gave her snooty looks. Tears started rolling down Mallory's cheeks and she wished Tyler was there to brush them away again.
She went back inside, grabbed her big green hoody and walked out again. She'd explain to the manager another day.
She decided to go get a bite to eat, but stopped in her tracks when she saw who was sitting in the window booth of the diner. Tyler. Her heart told her to go up to him, but her head told her to walk on to the next diner. She walked quickly to the diner before she changed her mind.
When she stepped through the door, Tyler's back was to her. She strode up to his booth and sat opposite him, glaring at him. "What the hell are you doing here?" Tyler asked as he looked up.
"Going with my heart," she huffed angrily.
"You don't look too happy about that—"
"Look Tyler," Mallory interrupted, "Please believe me, it wasn't a set up."
Tyler rolled his eyes, "And why should I trust a whore?" he hissed, eyes narrowed. Mallory flinched at the word, Tyler smirked.
"Well, what can I do to make you trust me?"
Tyler pondered what to say, "Tell me why you didn't want me to leave when I tried to," he said. Mallory stuck her tongue out at him, out of all the things he could've said, he picked that one. "Are you going to answer?"
"Do you promise that you'll trust me if I tell you?"
"Yes."Tyler said leaning across the table. Mallory furrowed her eyebrows and stared intently at the table. "Ok, well, um don't laugh—"
"Are you ready to order?" a voice interrupted. Mallory exhaled, relieved that the attention wasn't all on her for a second.
Tyler dealt with the waitress, ordering a coke for each of them. "I'll be right back with your drinks," the waitress smiled and walked away. She had wavy blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Tyler stared after her and Mallory had to snap her fingers in front of his face to get his attention. "Earth to Tyler."
Tyler cleared his throat, "sorry."
"What the fuck Tyler! You're totally checking her out!"
"Is there a problem with that?" he asked. But Mallory didn't hear him.
"I'm the total opposite of her, he'll never like me," she said in a mumble.
"Who's 'he'?" Tyler asked snapping her out of her trance. Mallory looked at him blankly. "I asked you a question," he smiled, knowing he'd caught her off guard.
Mallory sighed and leant back in her seat, "You are." she said, defeated.
Before Tyler could react, the waitress had arrived with their drinks. "Thank you..." Tyler searched for her name tag, "Ally, Thanks Ally." He smiled up at her, Mallory kicked his leg under the table.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" Ally asked, her question obviously directed specifically to Tyler.
"We're good, thanks," Mallory said coldly, not even looking at her.
"Alright, well enjoy," she said and walked off.
"God Mallory, just coz you are obviously head over heels for me, doesn't mean the feeling's mutual. Love doesn't always work that way," Tyler said teasingly.
Mallory was going to make a snide remark about Ally, but said instead, "Is it really that obvious that I like you?"
Tyler laughed and leaned over the table like he'd done before. Mallory was momentarily dazzled as his face was so close to hers.
"You're in a nicer mood now," Mallory managed to say.
"Well, assuming that the fact you like me was your little secret, I am hereby obligated to trust you."
Mallory smiled, "Good," she said and started to sip her coke. There was silence whilst they both drank.
"So, you were crying because I was going to leave you? Really?" Tyler asked in disbelief.
Mallory blushed. "It's just..." She stuttered through her sentence, " When you're a stripper, you never have like an actual relationship with anyone, then when you manage to get the one person you actually like into a VIP room, I dunno, I guess I just got excited that I was about to—"
"Touch me?" Tyler finished off her sentence smiling, secretly flattered.
"Yeah, but then you wanted to leave, so..." she trailed off.
Tyler got up and sat next to Mallory. He wrapped an arm around her, "I'm glad you went with your heart Mallory."
She looked up at him, "Me too," she smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. It felt good to have someone so close, protecting her. She felt safe.
Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Ally looking at them, she nestled deeper into Tyler and he surprised her by kissing her forehead.
"That Ally girl is staring at us, jealous bitch."
Tyler chuckled, "You really don't like her do you?"
"Not one bit."Mallory replied scornfully.
"Have you finished your coke?"
"Do you want to go back to my place? I live not far from here." Tyler asked as he brushed a strand of hair behind Mallory's ear.
She blushed slightly, "I'd love to."
"I've got a feeling Aiden will still be at the club, so we'll have the place all to ourselves."
Mallory looked at Tyler, he met her gaze and held it, then they both burst out laughing like school children.
"God, Mallory I don't know how you've done it but you've made me like you within what? A couple of hours?"
"I have my ways," she replied. Her face dropped as she saw Ally walk over to them, a smile painted on her face.
"Have you done with your drinks?" she asked sweetly. Sickeningly sweet Mallory thought.
"Yes thank you." Tyler told her as he and Mallory stood up ready to leave.
Mallory went outside, she needed to smoke. Tyler stayed inside to pay but Mallory kept a careful eye on him. The night air was crisp, and even though Mallory had her jumper on, she started to shiver. Tyler joined her and when he saw she was shivering, wrapped both arms around her. "You're freezing Mallory."
"Well done Tyler, state the obvious."
"We'll get you home soon," he said with a smile and nicked the cigarette out of her hand and started smoking.
Mallory poked him in the ribs repeatedly until he finally took it out his mouth and put into hers. They started to walk down the street. Only the street lights lit the way, other than that, and Mallory's cigarette, it was pitch black.
Mallory was pleased to find out Tyler only lived round the corner, and after walking for a couple of minutes, they'd reached their destination.
"Here we are," Tyler opened the door to the apartment. Mallory ran in, glad to finally be in the warmth.
Tyler turned the lights on and apologised for the mess.
"Trust me, it's a lot better than my place," Mallory said and slumped onto the couch.
Tyler sat next to her, "Tell me about yourself," he said,
"Um, what do you want to know?"She asked, pleased that he was taking such a big interest in her.