Bitten - Chpt. 1 The Meeting

I only shut my eyes for a second before I knew that I didn't want to ever open them again. I thought that I knew...about him, about life. I thought I knew a lot of things. But I guess that was a slap in the face. I truly didn't want to open my eyes....ever again.1

Chapter 1: The Meeting2

I whirled down the pole, a coy smile on my face while I happily grabbed the money that was trying to be handed to me. I stuffed it nicely into my barely-thing of a bra and underwear. What do you expect from an exotic dancer?3

Okay, this is really only a part-time job, I swear! What I really wanna do is become a nurse, get married, have kids. You know the drill. Well, maybe I should start from the beginning. My name, I'm sure you want to know that. It's Kara. Kara Marie Johnson. And maybe I should rewind a few hours. That way, you'd get the whole story. Oookay, I think it was about...9 hours earlier? Yep sounds right!4

9 hours earlier....5

My green eyes looked at the jeans on the rack. Impatiently waiting on my best friend Vinette. I tapped my foot, and began to feel like a small child wanting something from their mom or dad. And finally, here comes this little bitty girl....in HUGE jeans. "I think I lost a few pounds, Kar." Vinette really looked kinda funny. You probably could fit three of her in those jeans, and she was holding them up. A smile grew on my face, then a few snickers, but I couldn't hold it in. I bust out laughing. 6

Vinette rolled her eyes and grumbled some profanities before going to change back into her other jeans...that were still too big for her. "We are GOING to get coffee! I'm not fully human until we do!" She yelled from the dressing room. Hey, it was fine with me, I didn't want to be on the shopping spree from hell anymore!7

Soon we were walking off to Starbucks, Vinette wasn't happy. "Could it kill me to find a nice pair of jeans that are comfy and don't fall off?" She asked, a puzzling look on her face as we walked in. "You know, you do have a body. I'm not asking you to look like a whore the entire time, I mean, during work is long enough. But wearing nice clothes is good for your soul. Its good for your mind!" I got her smiling. "Or at least showing off that cute ass of your's is." 8

We giggled for a few seconds before I looked at my reflection, I wanted to cry. "Man I look like poo....and a midget!" I exclaimed, noticing that even in my reflection I looked short. Vinette was tall! She had her nice mid-back length reddish hair and nice tan skin. Her eyes were the color of caramel! Come on! That's just not fair! And she's over 5'2". 9

While I am 5'1", have boring green eyes, and short, annoyingly curly auburn hair that makes me wanna hurl! But somehow, I still manage to get the people happy at the bar.10

We grabbed our coffee and it was around 10:30 AM, and I had to get home or else my teachers would get so annoyed with the fact that yet another paper isn't done. Vinette looked at me as we rode in the taxi to my apartment, one which I shared with my mom(What? It's a lot easier to pay for all the bills when me and my mom split the rent and the bills). "Girlie, you need a break. Take a breather! Go out to the club, meet a guy! When do you even sleep?" She asked. 11

I rolled my eyes, "Sleep is for losers. Besides, I'm too busy for sleep and going out to the club. I have homework this afternoon, work tonight, school tomorrow morning, probably more homework tomorrow afternoon, and then I am finally free tomorrow! And that is the time I sleep." I said, making my point very well known that I was too busy to do anything. It's not like I couldn't get my work done quickly. In fact, I did. It came very easily to write those essays and make good grades. But I needed a job to pay off my school loans. And this is the only job that I can have that I can show off my semi-good body.12

We approached my apartment building. It was a nice one, and it was in an alright neighborhood for being in a city like Louisville, Kentucky. "Remember hon! Sleep equals good!" I smiled at Vinette and kissed her cheek. "See ya tonight!" I told her before closing the taxi door and running into my building.13

I whirled down the pole, a coy smile on my face while I happily grabbed the money that was trying to be handed to me. I stuffed it nicely into my barely-thing of a bra and underwear. I could hear men shouting at me, wanting me to take off more clothing, or worse, to get up on this table and have sex with me right there. An hour of this gets me at least $100 depending how busy we are. And the bartending gets me at least $250 a night. But thank god I only have to do 3 hours of this and then I am done. Not only that, but 3 hours go by REAL quick. 14

After that, I pull on a pair of black skinny jeans and a halter red plaid shirt that goes past the top of the jeans, black high heels were on my feet, I was just glad that the shoes weren't extremely uncomfortable, or I was be crying by the end of the night. Then I just quickly run next door to the club and that brings all my male customers to club and then viola! More money for me AND the club.15

Vinette quickly greeted me, "Hey chickadee! How'd it go?" She asked, I tilted my head to the large amount of men coming towards the bar asking me and her for a drink, "Does that answer your question?" I ask her. She laughs and we start handing out the drinks. I soon hear Vinette calling my name, "Hey Kar, there's this guy who wants to see you!" She yells over the music. I roll my eyes, probably just another pervert from next door. "Oh! And he's hot!" She told me. She showed me where he is, and let me tell you, He was VERY nice looking. I mean incredibly. 16

He had some very nice muscles in his arms and chest, blonde shaggy hair. He had a very bad boy vibe going on with a black shirt and leather jacket. It wouldn't surprise me if he had a motorcycle. 17

I look back at Vinette, "You're kidding me, right?! You don't think that I am actually going to go talk to him?!" Vinette rolled her eyes, "Just go do your job!" She told me, sticking out her tongue. I close my eyes, trying to tell myself to be calm, cool, and collected. Do not act like a complete idiot! I walked over to him, a sexy coy smile on my face. I rested my elbows on the counter top and looked up at him through my eyelashes, "Hello there, what can I get for you?"18