I looked at myself in the mirror as I did my make-up. I had my foundation, concealer and powder done; now I had to decide what to do for my eyes. I decided on a deep smokey purple eye, with jet black eyeliner. I rooted through my make-up bag until I found a pair of false lashes and I glued them on. I curled my lashes to blend the false ones with my natural ones, and put mascara on to make my eyelashes look even thicker. I found my favourite red lipstick, and spread it on my lips. My freshly straightened hair floated around my shoulders and back. I adjusted it to make sure it looked perfect before walking out of my bathroom and going into my bedroom.
The room was dimly lit; it was very late at night, and my eyes were super sensitive to bright lights tonight. Thank god the lights in the club were never super bright. I wasn't sure how well I'd be able to do my shift if the lights were too bright.
I slipped out of my robe and into my outfit for tonight. I looked at myself in the floor to ceiling mirror, and adjusted my outfit. I touched up my make-up to make sure it looked perfect, before strapping on my favourite knee-high leather boots and heading out the door of my bedroom.
"You leaving, baby?" my boyfriend and boss, Edward, called from the couch.
"Mmhmm." I murmured.
"Come here." he said, motioning for me to join him on the couch. I strutted over to him, and stood in front of him. He placed his hand on my thigh before slapping it lightly. "I'm not coming tonight, u have some paperwork to fill out. Don't let them touch you too much tonight, baby, save some for me."
I ran my hand through his hair. "I always do."
"You want a hit before you go?" he asked.
I hesitated before answering. It was tempting…
"No," I decided. "I'll save that for later."
"You sure?" he asked.
I nodded before putting on my trench coat and leaving the apartment. The club wasn't very far away from my apartment building, so it wasn't too far to walk there and I had worn my boots enough times to be comfortable walking in them, no matter what the distance was. It was a nice night in the dirty New York streets, but the streetlights made it look beautiful. It was if this city transformed into something different at night, something magical almost.
I went in the back entrance of the club, and took my coat off. Edward owned this club, along with his two friends Emmett and Jasper. Emmett normally worked as a bouncer, as his size tended to scare people, while Jasper worked as a bartender. Emmett and Jasper's girlfriends, Rosalie and Alice, also worked in the club, with me.
"Lookin' good Bella." Emmett said, coming into the back room.
"Thanks Emmett." I said with a smile.
"Edward coming in tonight?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No, I don't think so."
"Well, tonight we have a private party; some guy's birthday party. I'm having you and Alice do it, Rosie can man the main room on her own."
"Alright, sounds good."
I was about to turn and leave, to go into the private room, when Emmett stopped me.
"Are you high?" he asked.
"No." I said. "I try not to use before I work, you know that."
"Yeah but normally when Edward isn't coming, he tries to get you high." He said.
"Why do you care so much?" I asked.
"The private party tonight?" I nodded. "They're cops. The last thing we need would be for you to get caught with cocaine in your system."
I nodded. "Alright. Thanks for letting me know."
"No problem Bella." He said. "Alice is already in there getting ready."
I nodded and went into the room we used for private parties. Alice was preparing the room and made sure there was enough drinks around. The drunker you got them, the better tips you got. It was odd, though, that this party was renting out the whole room, not a lot of people did that.
"Hey Alice." I said.
"Hey Bella." She said. "You ready for tonight?"
I nodded. "Definitely."
"They must have some serious cash, I mean half the people who come in here for birthdays just use the main room, and barely anyone rents out the whole room."
"I know, I was thinking the same thing. Apparently they're cops, did Emmett tell you?"
Alice shrugged. "Yeah he did. Whatever. Better for us that way, anyway."
"Jake, man, come on! Don't be a pussy. It's your birthday and we're going to celebrate. The right way. Leah just broke up with you, are you honestly going to sit at home all night and think about that bitch?" My friend Paul said.
"I'd rather just stay home." I said. "Don't make me do something I don't want to do."
I hung up my gun belt in my locker at the station.
Paul slammed his locker shut and glared at me. "Jacob Black, it's your birthday. We want to take you out tonight to let you enjoy it. You only turn twenty-five once. Why are you still hung up on Leah?"
"I'm not hung up on her!" I said, knowing I probably sounded like a four year old.
"Then you'll have no problem coming out with us tonight." He said with a smile.
I rolled my eyes. "You guys can go without me." I slammed my own locker shut, put my leather jacket on, and tried to walk out of the back room of the station where we kept all our shit, but the doorway was blocked by my other friend Jared, who also worked at the station with Paul and me.
"You aren't getting out of this, Jake. We rented out a whole room in the club, just for you. Are you going to let us waste all that money?"
"Who said you have to waste it if I'm not there?" I asked. "Guys, honestly, go without me. I'd rather sit at home and get drunk tonight. Can I spend my birthday alone?"
"No." they said at the same time.
I looked at Jared. "Does Kim know what you're doing tonight?"
He nodded. "She didn't mind…after what happened at her birthday."
Jared's girlfriend was Kim, and at her birthday party she got a little crazy with a male stripper and made out with him…it gave Jared one free pass to do whatever the fuck he wanted.
I rolled my eyes.
"Why the fuck are you being such a pussy, Jake?" Paul demanded. "What better way to say good riddance to that bitch Leah than to see a couple of half-naked girls prancing around?"
I didn't answer him. I would rather just stay home tonight, drink lots of beer, and then wake up with a horrible hangover tomorrow morning. Was that too much to ask?
"Can I go home and get changed?" I asked.
"You're fine." Paul said.
I looked down at myself. I was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, and my leather jacket. I sighed. Going home and changing had been my last chance to get out of this tonight. To just go home and pretend I didn't get their phone calls, or that I didn't hear the buzzer for me to let them into my apartment. It would have been so easy, but they wouldn't give me a break.
"Jake, you're going to have a good time tonight. We'll make sure of it." Jared said.
"That sounds more like a threat than anything else." I mumbled.
We went outside and piled into Paul's car. I looked at my Volkswagen Rabbit desperately, as if it could somehow help me out of this. It was beat up, but I had had it since I was sixteen, I couldn't part with it. My Corvette was sitting in the garage underneath my apartment building; I rarely drove it to work.
In all honesty, I didn't want to go out with the guys tonight. I would have rather just stayed home and relaxed tonight, but obviously I wasn't going to get my wish.
Paul expertly drove to one of the many strip clubs in the city. Downtown was full of strip clubs and bars. One of the most high-end ones was owned by this douchebag Edward Cullen and a couple of his friends. One of the other guys at the station, Sam, had told me that it was a good club to go to; just that he was an asshole. I hadn't been there before, but I had met Edward a few times and I had immediately not liked him. He was arrogant, and treated his girlfriend like absolute shit. I had no idea how she put up with him. I had wanted to kick his ass the first time I met him.
His girlfriend was a beauty, and he treated her like absolute shit. He made her work in the strip club and barely let her leave the house alone, unless it was for work. Even when it was for work, he mostly wanted to be in the club while she was working.
Paul parked in one of the parking spots of Cullen's strip club and I took a deep breath. We got out of his car, and went inside.
One of the guys who helped run the club led us into what they called the "Party Room" and we were greeted by Edward's girlfriend, and another, tiny girl with spikey black hair. Edward's girlfriend, I think her name was Bella, looked stunning. Her hair floated around her shoulders and down her back, her heavy lidded eyes watched us coming into the room, she was wearing next to nothing, just a leather bra, leather thong, and leather straps snaked around her midsection, arms, and legs. She looked completely fuckable, and in that moment I was so jealous of Edward fucking Cullen, it was unreal.
We sat down in the room, and they started the music. Soon enough I had had a couple beers, and we were all nice and drunk. The girls were dancing on poles, dancing with each other…I think they made out with each other at one point…but I really couldn't be sure.
"Excuse me; can you help our friend here get a bit more into the birthday spirit?" Paul asked Bella, slurring slightly.
"Oh it's your birthday?" she asked, voice sending like sex. She came over to me. "Come with me."
She pulled me out of the seat I was in, and pulled me into a back room. She sat me down in a chair and pranced around me. She stood in between my legs, with her back to me, and slowly lowered her body onto me. She ground into my crotch, and my pants felt like they were going to fucking explode.
I put my hands on her hips, trying to get her to stop, but she took it as a sign for her to keep going, so I tightened my grip, forcing her to stop. She froze, and stared at me, eyes wide. As if she was afraid.
"Why do you exploit your body like this?" I asked.
She stood up. "I need the money."
"Bullshit." I said, feeling the alcohol was doing the talking for me. "Your boyfriend owns this place, I bet any tips you get are going straight into his pocket."
She didn't say anything.
"I've seen how he treats you. He treats you like shit."
It could have been my imagination, or the booze getting to me, but from where I was sitting, it looked like she had tears in her eyes. I stood up and went over to her. Even though she was wearing high heels, I towered over her. She looked up at me.
"Why the fuck do you care?" she spat. "I'm a stripper, this is my job."
She stared up at me, and I could see the tears in her eyes. I wanted to grab her and kiss her so badly…I didn't even know why I wanted to. I had just met this girl, had barely even talked to her, yet I so desperately wanted to kiss her. I leaned down, and she tilted her head up, and I pressed my lips against hers. She kissed me back and our tongues swirled with one another. In that moment I felt how passionate she was, and some sort of need in her whole body.
Suddenly she broke away from me, and was gone. I looked around in confusion. Where the fuck could she have gone?