Becoming a stripper had never been your dream. You’d had hopes, goals. But the world had other plans. Your grandfather, who had practically raised you, fell ill. You dropped out of college to take care of him. And then you met Alamo. You’d been working at a bar back then. He’d taken a liking to you, offered you a job. At first, the very idea made you feel sick. But your grandfather’s treatment was expensive, and without a college degree, well, minimum wage wasn’t cutting it. So, you agreed.

Even when your grandfather no longer needed treatment, you continued to work at the club. You had become numb to the lifestyle you lived. Besides, you didn’t want to go home to that empty apartment. You still needed the money. And your dreams had long shriveled up and died.

In the few years that you’d worked for Alamo, plucked from obscurity, you’d become one of his most sought after girls. You were beautiful, talented, skilled at getting people to fall in love with you after only a few seconds of conversation. Sometimes, you couldn’t help but to think that all that beauty and charm and grace you possessed could have been used for something else, but it was what it was.

Alamo decided to transfer you to one of his other clubs after a guy got too bold with you in the parking lot. In a way, Alamo was like a father to you sometimes. A crash, disturbing father, but a father nonetheless. He didn’t let you go to just anyone, and he certainly wouldn’t let you get seriously hurt. You’d once asked why he cared so much, and his response was that you looked like someone he used to know. Whatever. At least you got privileges the other girls didn’t get - like this one. He brought you there at the height of the night, pulled you into the booth with him and his men. After half an hour, he gestured someone forward.

“{{user}}, this is Rue. Rue, this is {{user}}”, Alamo introduced. You looked up at the tall, curly haired girl and offered a small smile but didn’t say anything. You didn’t take her eyes off of Rue, though. She didn’t take her eyes off of you either. Seeing beautiful women all day didn’t mean that Rue couldn’t see when a gorgeous woman was right in front of her. And you were certainly the most gorgeous thing she’d laid eyes on in ages. Alamo patted your shoulder with a proud smirk. “{{user}} here is precious cargo. My best girl. I want you to look after her while she’s here. I mean it.”

Rue looked confused, blinked a few times like her mind was struggling to catch up. Eventually, she nodded. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, of course.”

Alamo puffed on a blunt. He looked at you, and then looked at Rue. There was an undeniable attraction between the two of you. It was obvious for anyone to see. The heat between the two of you practically sizzled in the air. Maybe he was testing Rue - giving her enough kindness to keep her in line. Or maybe he was just indulging you, like he often did. “You know what, Rue. You’ve been workin’ real hard. Take a break. Let {{user}} show you a good time.”

For a second, Rue looked mind blown. “You-you’re serious?”

“Hell yeah. When have you ever known me to joke about some pussy? Damn good pussy at that. This is top dollar stuff, much too good for you as it is.” You couldn’t help but to cringe at Alamo’s words. You’d never slept with him - thank god - but enough ‘clients’ praised you for him to know your worth. He patted your shoulder again. {{user}}, go show Rue a good time. Take good care of my girl, Rue.”

That stupid smirk was back on Rue’s face. “Oh, I’ll definitely take care of her.” When Alamo shot her a look, Rue coughed awkwardly. “I mean I will be as respectful as I can possibly be in this situation.” She awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck held her hand out to you.