🎀Chapter One
Keep something in mind before you start reading. This story may contain things you’re not ready for or might not like, but it’s my story, and I’m having lots of fun writing it. Also, I already had it on Wattpad, but I took it down for many reasons, and now it’s here, although I had to make some drastic changes while I continue writing it. I hope you enjoy it in the meantime.
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I used to be an expert at lying. However, that changed one day. But I guess I’m not the only one who’s lied before. It’s part of us, and you can’t tell me otherwise. Lies can be as little as one day, having your sister accusing you of eating her favorite chips, and you lying to her face, even though you know you ate them. Or taking money from your dad’s wallet because it’s a bad habit you have, and when he asks you, you lie and even make a scene about it. Although these lies are nothing compared to mine. This lie has haunted me for years, but not anymore.
Imagine your parents thinking you have a career, but you don’t, and you claim to even have a piece of paper saying you do. It wasn’t that hard printing one out. I even put lots of dedication into it. I know, I’m a terrible daughter. As much as I insist on continuing my studies and getting a degree after high school, I wasn’t quite that student. And then it occurred to me to tell them I got into a fast career, which is another lie. I know, one lie leads to another and another. Maybe I forgot that this day would come, and my parents wouldn’t be proud of me anymore.
But—there is one person who’s responsible for them finding out.Steve.Let’s just call him by his first name only. A total jerk, by the way.
My job wasn’t actually having to clean people’s butt or helping them in their daily routine, which was something I told my parents was part of my duties. I even had the scrubs and everything. I can’t lie in this one, but I definitely look cute in my scrubs (uniform).
My actual job was a stripper...Now that they knew what I do for a living, they felt betrayed and embarrassed, of course. I still remember that day when my mother slapped me so hard on the face, turning immediately red, and it was burning like hell. My father didn’t intervene or blink at my mother’s reaction. I think I deserved it.
It wasn’t that I didn’t trust them; it was the fact that I knew that if I were honest from the beginning, they wouldn’t allow me to keep my job. I had just turned eighteen at that time.
At first, I thought they had every right to be mad at me. But then I just accepted that no matter what they say or force me to do, I really enjoyed shaking my ass for money. I just had to dance, though I do shake my ass at men’s faces.
The funny thing was that Steve never really told the actual truth about that day when he found out how I earned my money. I wish he could’ve told my father how he was flirting with me and how we both ended up on the same bed that night.
I have to admit, he was hot, and that night he treated me nicely while I worked, and it seemed he wasn’t bothered by what I do. He convinced me to go somewhere quieter, just the two of us. You know, at first I was just doing my job, but then things went the other way. After a few dances and some whiskey, I saw him differently.
So, here is the story on how my secret wasn’t a secret anymore.
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