I immediately wake up from hearing me name being loudly, shouted at me. I suck my teeth as I close my eyes again, since it was just my annoying brother.

"Ameila! Wake up!" Zack shouted, poking my back. I swatted hi hand away from me and turned to face him.

"What? What can you possibly want at.." I drifted off while I clicked my phone on to see the time.

"3 in the afternoon!" Yeah, I sleep late.

"Look, I'm going to work and I need you to do me a favor."

"It depends on what it is." He rolled his eyes.

"I need you to pick a package up for me from a club called Sin City. It's just a few blocks from that auto place." I leaned my head on my hand while my eyes fell heavily since I was still sleepy.

"And why can't you do it?" I said, acting like I cared about what he was talking about.

"I'm going to work! And the package has to be picked up in the next three hours and I don't get off work till 11!" I groaned and stuffed my head in the pillow.

"Fine.." I whined.

"Okay. So you ask for Johnny and the him your here to pick up a package for Zack Jones. Do you get it?" I nodded my head slightly.

"Do you get it!?" He yelled at me. I sat up on the bed.

"Yes I get it! Now leave, cause you annoying the hell out of me!" I jumped off the bed and pushed him of my room, slamming the door shut and locking it so I couldn't be bothered by that idiot I call a bother anymore.

I leaned my back on the door and slid down, thinking of what I should do next. And when I thought of it, I ran to my bed and curled up under the covers. I was going back to sleep.

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OUTFIT


I tapped my fingers against my thigh as I waited patiently for someone to open the door. My other hand held onto my bag tightly.

After a few seconds of no response, I knocked on the door again but this time, longer than I did before. As I did one more knock, the door busted open revealing this tall man, hovering over me.

"Can you help you?" He spat at me. I gulped loudly as I looked all the way up at his tall frame. He was pretty scary looking.

"Can I help you?" He said once more snapping me out of my trance. I held my hands together as I quickly looked around, forgetting what I planned to say.

"Oh.. Um.. I need to speak too.." Shit. I forget his name. Josh.. Jackson.. Jamey..

"Speak to who? Johnny?" I snapped my fingers, remembering that that was the name I forgot.

"Yeah.. Jo- Johnny." I stuttered. He held his arms across his chest as he stepped out of my way, gesturing for me to walk in. I was a little hesitant at first until I remembered that this was for Zack.

I stepped into the dark place which it looked from the outside, but when I walked in, my eyes grew huge as I looked around in awe.

There were mirrors on the ceilings. Several bars all around the room. Several tables every.. And about eight stages that were all shaped differently. As I looked around, I immediately figured out where Zack had brought me.

He brought me to a strip club.

"This way..." The security guard said, pushing me infront of him. As I looked around, I noticed a bunch of girls on stage in sweatpants and t shirts.

"5, 6, 7, 8." The girl in the middle said. That's when the music started and they all slowly combed their hand through their hair when their other hand, held onto the back I a chair.

I instantly stopped looking at the girls when I get shoved, hard.

"Watch where the hell your going, bitch." A girl with black hair spat at me before rolling her eyes. The two girls that were on either side of her began to laugh as they walked away.

"Hey, Vanessa." A man said. I immediately looked at where the voice was coming from and it was from the man that was directing the music.. The dj. The girl who I'm assuming is Vanessa looked back and fluttered her eyes.

"Yes Harry?" She said, puckering her lips out at him.

"That was rude to push her! Apologize!" He forcefully said. She smirked and bite on her bottom lip.

"Ooo... I like it when your bossy with me Harry. Maybe we can do something about that attitude tonight." She seductively said as she winked her eyes. After she did that, she walked out of the exit I came in, in with the two girls.

"This way.." The security guard said once again. I began to walk as my eyes stayed on the curly haired dj that stuck up for me. He glanced at me and I smiled, thankfully.

But he instantly rolled his eyes and looked away, making me lose the smile quickly.

The security guard led me to a door that said "Dollar Bill" with a bunch of dollar signs around it. The security guard opened the door widely, letting me walk in. Once I did, he immediately shut the door behind me.

My eyes grew huge as I watched a man sitting in a chair behind a desk moan with his eyes closed. I cleared my throat, making him jolt up. As e looked at me, a girl popped up, showing only her face.

"Shit.." He mumbled, pulling her up and pushing her away from him.

"Leave." He told her as he leaned back and zipped up his pants. The girls heels clicked on the ground as she walked back to him and poked his shoulder.

"You have to pay dollar bill." She said, laying her hands on her hips. She had this short skirt, showing her underwear and a crop top that showed her cleavage. A lot.

"Lindsey. You work her. I'll pay you tonight when I see you again." He said. She rolled her eyes and walked away towards me. She stood infront of me for a free seconds with a stank look on her face.

"Move bitch." She spat at me. Once I found out I was blocking the door, I moved aside and mumbled sorry under my breath. She walked out of the room and mumbled different things under her breath.

"Can I help you?" Dollar bill said. I looked at him and began to walk quickly to his desk.

"Oh.. I'm here to pick a package up."

"For who?" He said spinning around in the chair.

"Z- Zack. Zack Jones." I stuttered. Once I said that, he smirked, getting up from his chair.

"Hold on a minute babe." He said, opening up a back door and walking into it. As I waited for him to return, I glanced around. The office looked pretty normal. When I looked down, I noticed a stack of papers that said "Sin City.. Help wanted."

"Here you go.." Dollar bill said. I took the package from him, without looking up from the papers.

"Your hiring?" I asked.

"Yeah for bar tending.. Why?"

"I need a job."

"And that concerns me because?"

"Can I apply?" He chuckled as he sat back down in his chair.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Ameila. Zacks 20 year old sister." His eyes grew back as he sat up, now interested in the conversation.

"20? Seriously? You look like your 13." He laughed. I sighed deeply, ignoring his last comment.

"But can I? I work great."

"No.."

"Why?" I whined.

"First.. Your not even legal to drink at bars yet. And two, your zacks kid sister. I can't do that."

"Why? It's not like I'm stripping. I'm bartending."

"No.. Just no. You have the packaged, now leave." He demanding. I rolled my eyes and walked away to the door. As I laid my hand on the handle of the door, I turned and faced him.

"Look, I'll work for hours! I'll do anything. Just please, please let me get this job." I pleaded to him.

"Your brothers a good friend of mine and that'll be wrong." I walked up to him and laid my hands on the table.

"Please." I pleaded again. He sighed deeply and rolled his eyes while he clicked the pen in his hand, on the desk quickly.

"You have to wear only black. That's the color for the people who work here except for the strippers. You start tomorrow night and you come in at 9 to get the cups cleaned and stuff. The money you make is yours." He said very annoyed.

I jumped up and down in joy that I finally found a job after weeks of searching for one. Even though I really do not want to be working for a strip club, I have to pay the bills, so I'll do what I have to do.

"Thank you. Thank you so much!" I said walking away.

"Yeah.. Whatever." He replied.

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"I'm home!" Zack yelled loudly. I sat my cup on the kitchen table and ran to him. I ran to him and jumped, hugging him tightly with joy.

"And why are you so happy? Did you get my package?" He asked with wide eyes. I handed him the package off the coffee table and he hugged me.

"Thanks sis." He said.

"Your welcome.. But that's not why I'm happy." I said, jumping up and down. He fell onto the couch and kicked his shoes off.

"Then why is shit face happy?" He laughed. I didn't say anything rude back to him because I was just too happy.

"I got a job!" I screamed with excitement.

"Seriously? For what?" He asked pretty excited too. Maybe because I'm going to have to start to help with paying the bills.

But I couldn't tell him that I worked at the club. Zack is very over protective of me and if he found out, he would never be okay with it. Trust me, he got mad when my best fiend that's a boy drove me home when we lived in Chicago with our parents.

"Oh... Um..." I had to think fast he would expect anything.

"In the mall! I got a job a forever21!" Yeah.. Good enough. He never goes there so he'll never find out.

"When do you start?"

"Tomorrow night at 9." I replied. His smile faded and he looked confused.

"Why so late?" Shit.

"Oh... Um.. Because that's the shift I decided To take since I sleep late you know?" He stared at me for a few seconds before shaking his head up and down slowly.

"We'll congrats sis.. Your finally growing up."

Notes

Second chappy.

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