Chapter song: The Morning by The Weeknd

(Justin's pov)

-11am-

I take off my clothes, fold them, and walk in the shower.

Damn, Val. She's something alright. Who is this bitch? How come I've never seen her around before? I get turned on to the way her hips sway, and the way she took off her top last night. It doesn't bother her. She negotiates pretty well, adding another $200 to her pay. She isn't going for my dick. She's going for the money, though I'm not sure it's quite that. I'm going for the pussy since I've already got money. This should be fun. After my shower, I put on a pair of white boxers and a pair of black shorts.

Fuck, I wonder what it's like to fuck her. I'm so turned on by the thought of Val, so I dial a random number from my second phone.

"Justin, you called."

A female, excited voice answer. She sounds foreign.

"Of course I did, baby. Are you busy?"

I have no idea who I'm talking to. I've fucked so many cunts that I don't know.

"Yes, do you want me to come over?"

She's clearly wanting to fuck. Me too.

"Yea, and if I were you, I'd hurry."

I'm seriously impatient.

"I'll be there."

With that, I hang up. Shit, I don't even know Val, and she's turning me on. I need to fuck her so badly.

How am I gonna do this? Maybe she'll do it for money. Everyone knows that once I fuck her, I'll move on to another bitch. I'll add her to my list of girls fucked.

"Justin! Someone's expecting you!"

One of the guys yell from downstairs. I rush downstairs to see an Asian chick. I don't recall ever fucking her, but I lead her into one of my spare rooms.

No one is allowed in my bedroom. Ever.

"I need you so bad, baby."

We both strip off our clothes.

"I missed you, Justin."

She lays down, so I can kiss her nice body. She raises her arms above her head, just how I like it.

"I missed you more, babe."

I put on a condom then shove myself inside deep inside her. We both moan and I start pounding her. Fuck, this is incredible.

"Oh Justin!"

Her accent is clearly Asian.

"Fuck...Valerie."

I groan as I get close.

"Valerie? Who the fuck is she?! Ugh, you son of a bitch! I'm out of here!"

The girl angrily pushes me away and redresses herself.

"No, baby. It's not-"

"I'm leaving!"

She storms out of the room. She's gone. I put on my boxers and shorts then sigh in my hands.

Fuck, I was so close. So fucking close.

"What did you do?"

Ryan chuckles when I walk frustratedly downstairs.

"We need to go back to the club tonight."

I fix my hair and grab an orange vitamin water.

"Sure."

They seem amused.

"Frustrated?"

Za chuckles and I just smirk.

(Val's pov)

-7pm-

I'm on my break. I've been a little tired all day.

The air is thick and humid, so I tie my lavender hair up and take a drink from my water bottle. The other strippers are dancing as the music blasts. I get myself a granola bar as a snack.

My blood red top keeps slipping down, so I pull it back. I feel like my eye makeup and red lipstick are melting, because it's so damn hot. I'm wearing black bottoms that are almost no different than panties.

I step outside and light a cigarette. It's so hot that I can't tell if I'm breathing in the smoke or the air. My phone buzzes in my free hand.

"I need cheering up. Let's fuck at 9pm"

It's a text. Apparently, I'm fucking someone at 9pm. Sometimes I wonder how guys get my number, but then I remember that people talk. Plus, I wrote my number when I signed up to be prostitute.

My break is over, so I stomp out the cigarette and walk back inside. The wait to dance on the pole is about 10 minutes. I spend my time giving lap dances to guys before it's finally my turn.

I grab the pole and dance around it, bending over and shaking my stuff. When I finish, I grab my money then get off the stage.

I don't go again until another 10 minutes. It's getting dark, and more people began to show up.

Who wastes their money throwing it at half naked, dancing girls? Well, it's not a total waste since I use it.

"Hey, little mama, $40?"

A guy holds up 2 $20 bills. I walk to him and sit on his lap. I bounce my butt up and down on his lap, purposely putting my breasts in his view. He doesn't look in my eyes once. That's pretty sad when this is all guys want in life. It's quite disgusting, but I wouldn't be making money if they didn't enjoy it.

"Your turn, Val."

Someone calls. It's one of the strippers. I think her name is Samantha. I don't know.

I take the pole in my grip again and slide up and down on it. I make my ass visible and spank myself.

"You go, baby!"

I hear a familiar voice. I turn around to see Justin. I instantly grin. He's smirking and tossing dollar bills on stage. I continue dancing for him at an R-rated level.

When the song finished, it turns out that I earn $250! Most of it is from Justin. What's with this dipshit? What does he fucking want from me? Not that I don't like it. I fucking love it.

After I stuff the money in my bag, I walk right into Justin.

"Hey beautiful."

He smirks, wearing a mustard jacket over a white shirt along with dark jeans and white shoes. Oh, and of course, 1 silver watch this time.

"What do you want? Why do you keep stalking me?"

I cross my arms, making his eyes shoot at my boobs again.

"Eyes up here, ass-wipe."

I smirk, his eyes meeting mine again.

"Damn, you've got a mouth on you."

He chuckles and steps close enough for me to feel his heat.

"Answer my question."

I uncross my arms and smell the cologne on him.

"I want something."

He whispers seductively in my ear.

"Obviously."

I smile in amusement.

"How much do you want for sex?"

His words built lust in me.

"You'd have to work for it."

I step back and tease.

"Val, you know you want to, baby."

Justin smirks and leans closer.

"Yea, but I'd rather play by the rules."

I wink then walk away. I hear him chuckle once more before I grab my bag and walk out the door.

It's silent as I wait for a car to arrive. I really don't wanna do this. I'm tired of being treated like a fucking rag doll. I try my best to see the good side of all this, but I'm not blind. Sometimes I think I would rather be homeless than do this. Either way, it's rock bottom.

"There you are, Val."

A car pulls up, and I hop in with a fake smile.

"Damn, let's get you home, baby."

The guy seems about 30 years old, totally not my age. I swallow my pain down then stare out the window.

Ew, I hate fucking older guys. I really wanna go home, sleep in my bed for once.

When we arrive at his apartment, I follow him inside. His hands are already on me.

"Fuck, I want your pussy, babe"

He has a boner, ew. He takes my bra off and unbuckles his jeans. Ugh, here we go again.

(Justin's pov)

Dammit, I didn't fuck her. I really want to. That's it. I'm gonna fuck her, even if it's the last thing I do. I always get what I want. I walk up to Val's boss.

"Hey, do you know Val pretty well?"

I play it off cool.

"Oh, Valerie? Yea, she comes in at 12pm and works her ass off until someone picks her up."

Her boss is studying me. Have I fucked her before?

"Someone picks her up?"

I raise an eyebrow.

"Yea, she fucks guys every night."

Val's boss explains. Holy shit, Valerie's a prostitute?! Damn, that's nice. I mean, it's nice, because it explains a lot about her. I guess she does go for the sex. I still want to fuck her.

"Is there any way to get in contact with her?"

I hopefully lick my lips.

"Oh, I'm not allowed to give away information like that."

She answers. I guess I have to convince her my way.

"How bout if we work it out somehow?"

I move closer to her, grabbing her ass.

"Well...ok."

She pulls the hem of my pants, and leads me into the bathroom.

(A/N: School sucks so hard😷 Next post is on Friday😊)

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