I made a mistake!

A mistake that cost me everything.

That fateful night changed everything.

My life crumbled before my very eyes.

It was a one-time thing that should not repeat itself, but the damage was already done.

Now he hunts me, and he would do anything to find me.

I have heard stories like this; I just didn't know that it would get to me quickly, and now shit has hit the fan!

What happens when he finds me?

"You will have to read it to find out."

Alexis pov...

I was a stripper, and mind you, I was proud of it.

I was an orphan, and I have no family whatsoever, at least none that I know of.

A girl gotta eat, and you have to find something to do to bring food to the table.

I would be honest; nobody went to school to study stripping work, but it was something I picked along the line, and getting a job was not something easy.

Tonight I wore a denim jacket with a short skirt and soft sandals. I am going to perform at the club tonight. I need to do that without my legs shaking. I wore sandals from home instead; I walked to the bus stop and got a bus at the station and got off at my stop.

I looked at my watch, and it was just six thirty, so I still had minutes to go to the club and prepare.

I walked down the street and saw the club I had entered, and I was greeted by a martin. I wish he was available with those packs and muscles that I would have enjoyed running my hand through them, but he looked so sweet and innocent, as if he didn't belong to this world, but he looked exactly like what he showcases, a bouncer, and he did his job well.

He winked at me as I walked down the hallway leading to our locker room. I met Linda, our star stripper. I smiled at her, and she did the same. Merely looking at her won't give you a hint that she was our star stripper, but she has got talent. I give her that.

She was already dressed in her lingerie and thong, and she got one with matching colour today. She donned her transparent jacket, leaving nothing to the imagination. Well, that is our job.

I left to change into my work clothes. I checked the rooster and went into the bar I was going to be serving tonight and not dancing. I love serving as well as I love stripping, since they know some of us are strippers, they give us tips generously hoping for a little show. Well, if they ever get one, well, it is going to be a long night.

The club was packed tonight. Linda really did a good job. She kept them entertained, and she made a lot of money. I am sure she may even consider servicing a rich customer, as the highest bidder wins her hand for the night against the not touching policies. Even Mike, the bartender, got his hand full this time around, mixing drinks and shots. He did his work well, but I never got a chance to sit to have a drink. I kept my tips with him anyway, not like I could put it in my lingerie, so under my work clothes it is not like we are not wearing clothes, it is just slightly better than the strippers. It is a stretch between barely covered and half nude. It would be so uncomfortable walking around with it.

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After a busy day, I went into my locker, changed my clothes, and I went to sit with Mike, who was packing and arranging the drink. He would be there till morning. He opened his drawer and gave me my tips and winked at me. At least he was open about wanting to go down on me. I just usually politely declined, and I counted the money and thanked him and gave him a tip, and he told me good night, and I left. Another person would take over my work.

I went to the supermarket and got a few things. I am definitely not cooking tonight, but tomorrow is still there, and I work the evening shift at the bar.

During the day I am a gym instructor, and my friend owns the place due to the area of my work. A stripper job also involves flexibility for pole dancing, so keeping myself in shape is mandatory. I was good at what I do and I have some advantages.

I got home and turned on the light. I was not expecting to meet anyone at home because I lived alone. I went into the fridge to get a drink. I had already brought dinner on the way home. I just dragged myself to the couch and munched on my fries and chicken. Hours around a smashed guy can be tiring. There is nothing as stressful as dealing with a drunk customer.

I turned on my phone and I saw a message from my girlfriend. She wanted us to have a girl get-together with our other friends, and she wanted to know my off. I have some pretty crazy friends, and we were very close. We have all been friends since as long as I can remember. She was the only one among my two friends that had accepted me as a stripper. I don't know if it was because of her own boyfriend, who was also into kinky stuff. She may look innocent, but she is a very bad girl and has always been.

I replied to her to tell her that I would be available from Thursday morning to Friday afternoon. She replied OK.

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I walked into the shower and stood under it for like twenty minutes. It was a tiring day indeed. After I was satisfied, I dressed in my nighties, put off the light, and slept off.

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