The Beginning

~ Rayven Jazmien Scott ~

Stripper.

A person who acts or dances in a seductive provocative manner and mainly strips their clothing piece by piece. Mostly the dance are accompanied with music.

A word that I like and best describes me more than a slut and whore.

Stripping was my life- well at least it became my life when my parents died, leaving me and my two younger brothers at the orphanage.

I was 15 at that time, I didn't know how to take care of myself as well as make my brothers live the same way we did before because we never lived alone.

My parents are always busy with our business, so we grew up with nannies and servers that would take care of us and follow whatever we ask them to do.

We were living a life of luxury before, but they died.

In the orphanage, we were taught to be good children that prays and serves the church, everything that'll make us close and loyal to god. But they aren't even doing it themselves.

They made us do the house chores, made us plant in the garden and they would hurt us if we missed a spot or planted the plants incorrectly.

What's worse is that they would make us cook and would spill it on our head if it taste horrible no matter how hot it is.

Talk about being holy.

Three months in there, my brothers begged me, begged me to get out of the heaven looking hell.

We didn't have money but because I pity my brothers, we left, we escaped and wondered around the streets.

After hours of wondering, we found an open store, a bar.

We tried to enter but because we were underage, they didn't let us in.

We were really tired so instead of going off to find another place, we slept near the backdoor using flat boxes as a cover to lessen the roughness that we feel on the ground.

Scared, shivering, starving, I didn't mind it as I told them "Don't be scared, I'm here and I promise I won't let anything bad happen to the both of you and tomorrow I will try to find a job and a proper shelter for us to live in."

As I watch my brothers sleep cuddling to me, I felt dejected. I asked my self, what did a ten year old and an eight year old do to deserve this.

Tears fell from my eyes thinking about the rare yet happy memories that me, my brothers, and parents shared together.

Just like that I fell asleep.

I woke up to the feeling of a woman tapping on my legs as she wake me up.

"Hey kid, hey, wake up, you aren't supposed to be here, hey!"

"Oh! I'm sorry, we didn't mean to sleep in here for long, please just let us stay for the night." I asked.

She sighed, "Where are your parents? Or at least where are your guardians?"

I sat there, silent, as I felt like tears would brim out of my eyes, she saw my reactions and quickly catch up to it.

"What happened to them?"

"The-They died mainly because of a car accident." And with that tears flow from my eyes.

The woman comforted me and asked if we want a place to live. I accepted knowing that I shouldn't trust strangers, but I also know that I can't trust my self to take care of us three.

The woman and I talked as we learned each other's name as well as facts about each other, leaving other sensitive information behind.

"I uhmm, I know this is rude but uhmm, can you help me to get in any job available? I really don't want to depend on you since I promised to raise and make my brothers live a life we had before."

She looked at me and explained that she can't because the only thing she knew was to dance and serve others, to strip and be a stripper.

I never knew the word because my world before revolves on a strict schedule. Right after you wake up, you take a bath, eat breakfast, study, I was homeschooled, do ballet, sports, a rest (in where I sleep or do my hobbies), eat, then go back to sleep, then life will just repeat itself.

I begged her to teach me how to strip- though I know what the word strip means, which is to take an outer piece off of something such us removing a peel off of a vegetable or fruits or removing your clothing piece by piece- without knowing what kind of job it is.

I thought it was to help strip and change the clothes of the dancer before their performance as it was a bar. But I was wrong.

I knew I was wrong the next night when she brought me at the bar telling the bouncers that I was one of the newbies.

I regret asking her about it and instantly changed my mind when I heard the next thing she said.

"It might not be a decent job but they have licence, meaning even if the police comes, they can't arrest anyone because even the dancers have thier own license, I'm not the star stripper but I earn thousands every night. The lowest I earned this month was 4 thousand and the highest is 8."

"Oh so you earn that per month? It's a pretty good monthly salary if you asked me." I said.

"Whatever do you mean darling, I'm talking about what I earn every night" And this is the thing that changed my mind completely.

"No wonder you live in a great apartment. That's pretty high, but didn't you say that there are still a star stripper? Does that mean she earn more then you?"

"Yes she does, she earn around twice or thrice more than the money I earn, room service included."

I was even more shocked to find out about this, I was intrigued of the idea so I ask- no more of a beg, I begged her to teach me at least I turn 18, the legal age of dancers who could join.

Starting that day, she taught me how to dance at the ground or what position I will be in, practicing on the ground before teaching me to use the pole. As a ballerina, flexibility and confidence to stand at the stage didn't became a problem, besides they wear masks.

The next day, she made me and my brothers to go to a scholarship in which we passed because we were taught about the subject more advanced than the others.

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I entered the bar the day of my 18th birthday and a week after, I became a star stripper, it may not be as pleasing in the ears but I earn money way more than the people with decent jobs.

Since then, she took us in as her own, 5 years have passed since she saved us, I was in college, student in the morning and stripper at night.

Due to the policy and laws of our bars, I was never touched. The law says that "Who ever touched the dancers without her permission, could get sued by her using sexual harassment" is my favorite above all the things here.

I was a virgin, well at least before that one encounter with client, he was a seductor, he sprayed something inside the room that made my body week and paralyzed yet my mind clear but cloudy.

It was hell going through it, I was only 18, I became lucky when a man entered a wrong room,our room. He said sorry because of it but hen we held eye to eye contact, I mouthed the word "help, help me please."

"What are you doing with her? Don't you know that she belongs to me?" He said.

The client currently still in me turned his head in shock and currently backed up.

The bodyguards of the one who helped me took him away, but I didn't care about him.

I was naked but masked making them unable to see who I really am, he gave me his coat and left me in there.

He said some words. However, they were unclear as I feel that I'm going to lose my consciousness.

As my eye lids fell, my head spins. When I opened my eyes, I was already at the hospital with my brothers around me.

Then there is a ringing sound.

*Beep Beep*

What is it? Where does it come from?

*Beep Beep*

The sound seems to be louder than the last.

*Beep Beep*

Make it stop

*Beep Beep*

Somebody please, make it stop.

*Beep Be-----------

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Thoughts?