BIG BROTHER [GRETHAN] ((DISCONTINUED))

STRIPPER

GRAYSON POV

It's almost been 9 months since I've been working as a stripper. Everyday I was facing a new challenge...Having the courage to get on stage and expose my body to strangers. Getting bullied through out my senior years for being a stripper and almost getting raped by a man...since I was working in a gay club, which was right next to the club my mom use to work at. Most the time creepy, horny men would come in here since it was easier to get in...meaning they would all come to watch me as they secretly touched themselves.

All that was keeping me going was that baby. That's all that mattered to me anymore...If I had to get touched and picked on for this baby...I would be willing to go through it all. This baby means so much to me and it would completely ruin me if this one passed too...I would go insane...I knew Ethan was never coming back so that baby was the only one that was keeping me from ending it.

The past time I've been working here I became the star attraction...which I was ashamed of. I was known as the youngest and best looking one who had the best body out of the strippers, meaning I had to go on every night. Which made me have to drop out of school early, which I didn't mind at all. It was one less thing to worry about. One thing I had to worry about was my rude, touchy boss but that's a different story. So that's how lifes been for me the past 9 months...just a whole lot of toture!

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"Grayson! Get your ass out here now!"

I jump at the sound of my bosses voice and quickly exit my work space. I walk out the door and come face to face with my boss...Mark Fischbach.

"Where the fuck were you!? You missed fucking rehearsals!" He says, seeming pissed off.

"I-I'm...s-s-sory....s-sir...I-I...I w-wa-...I was-"

"Shut it! Just get to rehearsals next time! If you fuck up on stage, you could ruin my buisness! You're the only one keeping this place popular! Unlike those other uncoordinated retards...I would call you all retards but one of you actually makes me the most money...which is ironic since you're actually retarded." He says with a light laugh, making me feel a bit low.

"I'll prove to Jack that gay strip clubs are the new deal! Everyones going gay and that shit is trending online! And lets be honest, watching gay men grind on each other is fucking hot! Which reminds me...I'm opening you up for personal lap dances, so kiss that pole good bye sucker!" He says slapping his hand on my bare chest with a big smile...I feel my jaw drop open and my eyes widened.

"N-n-no...I-I can't-"

"Shut the fuck up! Don't ruin this moment for me and don't even worry about it, you'll be getting a raise...for about the 100th time! You keep draining my wallet baby boy but it's so fucking worth it in the end...cause dat fat ass never fails me to make me cash honey!" He says slapping my ass, making me jump and turn red.

"Ahh..You're too cute. Now get that money making, fat ass home and get some rest, you're gonna need it! I need to tell Jack that he's a piece of shit and that I'm taking shit to the next level. His ladies would bite his fucking head off if he made them do lap dances...well except your mom cause she's a total whore! Not that she would be any competition against this fine fresh piece of meat! Thanks again babe for agreeing to do lap dances, now fuck off!" He finally leaves me and walks into his office, slamming the door behind him.

I sigh loudly and walk back into my room and finish getting changed. Putting on my black hoodie and hat, trying my best to hide my identity. I get all my stuff and quickly exit the building, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone who saw me walk out.

I walk down the street thinking about what my life has come to and what my boss has told me to do. Does it even matter anymore...I have no dignity left so who cares if I have to grind on creepy mens balls...It's all for the baby...right?

I finally make it back to my house just out of town. I slowly reach for my keys in my pocket to unlock the door....Until my body suddenly stiffens and I stop, holding my breath...Someones watching me. I quickly turn around to no one standing behind me...I start looking down the street to see if anyone was there...no one. I than look across the street seeing a dark, shadey car. The windows are too dark to see anyone inside.

I feel un-easy and back away, quickly unlocking the door, locking it behind me. It feels like I'm going to throw up but I quickly shake it off. I slowly walk down the hall way to my moms room to check on her...and when I mean her, I mean the baby.

I see her sound asleep...I sigh with relief. The other night I found her drinking again when I was at work, which made me completely lose it. I slowly close the door softly and make my way to my room...collapsing on my bed.

Work tomorrow is going to be hell...