(inspired by coyote ugly, the movie!!)

1958

you were living on the streets, no money, no food, no nothing. just trying to get by.

and so you became a stripper in a pub, dancing on top of bars every night in-front of old, fat men for money. to be honest, it wasn’t bad. you enjoyed it. most of the time.

john was a wanna be elvis presley. he was violent, angry, rough, delinquent, and a sad eighteen year old. he’d treat girls badly, get drunk, play gigs in the cavern club with his mates, sleep at a strangers house, and repeat.

one night, him and a few of his mates— paul, pete, stu, and a few more, had gone to a pub to hopefully get drunk and have sex. they walked in, chatting loudly, and found themselves in a crowded little place with women and men laughing and drinking, and, on top of the bar, young, half-naked girls dancing. one of them being you.

john smirked his signature cocky smirk and walked up to the bar, sitting down at a stool and ordering a beer, while staring up at you in awe. you were beautiful. you wore a short denim skirt that was practically a belt, and a black bra that looked like it would fall of at any time. and the way you danced.. oh god, john could get hard from just that.

“and one for the lass, too.” john told the bartender, nodding towards you, still dancing and oblivious to the eighteen year old buying you a drink.