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Red Room chp 1 - British stranger- It was a dark and stormy night, in Vegas. The wind howled loudly and the lights flickered in the streets as Heather walked. In her right hand, she held heels and her purse. Work was time consuming and she only made eight hundred dollars in nine hours, due to her bosses actions. Having nice clothing was for the wealthy and Heather was nowhere near wealthy. She barely paid her rent and fed herself. Heather's outfit, consisted of red dresses, she'd buy from goodwill and it wasn't exactly revealing enough for her job. The flash of the lighting, the roar of the thunder, and the pelting shower of torrential rain, scared Heather making her hug the coat that covered her small body, tightly.   "Crap" She says, increasing her speed towards the direction of her apartment. Heather hated it when it rained, by reason of her hair being curly. She tested pulling her coat over her head, yet failed to keep herself warm. Her teeth chattered and her hair soaked of rain, the warmth now leaving her body. She continued to walk in the freezing cold, clouds of smoke leaving her mouth as she breathed.  Taking a sharp turn, she then arrived at her destination. Exhaling, she unlocked her rusty door, pushing it open afterwards. " Crispy!" she squealed as her fury cat came running to her in excitement. She bent down and pet her, enjoying the warmth of her fury pet. Heather's body warmth came back and she now removed her jacket, hanging it up on the rack as well.  " Look what i brought!?" she then said, pouring the treats in Crispy's bowl. Crispy happily ate her treats as Heather walked to her bedroom.   Her bedroom was very small and tight but she she knew she couldn't do anything about it, sadly. Removing the red dress off her body she hummed a melody, sauntering to the bathroom. Water poured down the drain once she turned on the shower and a small grin formed on her lips.   The shower wasn't very long, only having hot water for ten minutes. She stepped out onto her fluffy rug, and wrapped a towel around her body. Curly hair fell to her sides, completely soaked in water. Heather never thought of herself as ugly. She may have been a blonde with blue eyes but she also had features of her father.  Freckles splattered her nose and her cheeks were lightly tinted pink. She had a gap in between her front teeth, which she hated. Her lips were very pink, very plump.  Water dripped down to her arms and back as she studied her reflection in the mirror.  Reaching underneath the sink, she pulled her blow dryer out and connected it to the outlet. air, forces her hair back and she continued, through until it was completely dry - then ties it into a bun. A strand of her curliness fell down to her nose, and she huffed, tucking it behind her ear. Heather hasn't decided whether she wanted to the bar till morning, or continue her book. If it were the bar, she could wear the black dress, she bought recently. Red was the strip - leaving Heather the reality.   She grabbed the warm fabric and tossed it onto her bed, along with a matching underwear set. A night to herself was all she needed. Lifting one leg up, she slipped on her pink lace underwear and tied her matching bra on as well. The storm had finally stopped by the time she got dressed. Quickly, she grabbed her cardigan that hung beside her closet and put it on. Her curls left the messy bun and fell to her shoulders. No, Heather wasn't planning on walking to the bar silly. Why would she ruin her brand new boots in the rain? Having Uber was useful when she had the amount of money. The driver tried to charge her seventy five dollars, from the strip to home. Lucky for Heather, the bar wasn't far. She paid the driver online and waited patiently for his/hers arrival.  Not only does the bartender love Heather, but he also gives her free drinks all night. Hopefully, he'll be working today or she'd be screwed.  A loud ring, echoed in the silence and she looked down at her phone. The driver had arrived and was parked by her mailbox. Her boots clicked on the floor as Heather ran down her hallway and down the stairs.  Once Heather got comfortable in her seat, the driver drove off down the street, passing a few house along the way.  Jazz music filled her ears as the man continued to drive around the beautiful city. Now that the storm stopped, people began to come out and party like it wasn't 4 AM. Heather secretly admired that about Vegas. Even though it was late, nobody ever stopped partying. life was great for them and life for her, was garbage. The man finally parked behind the building and she grabbed her purse beside her, exiting the car after. Hugging the cardigan tighter around her body, she slowly walked passed a few intoxicated people and inside the building. Every seat in the bar was taken except the ones in the front. Heather normally didn't sit in front, due to the creepy men that flirted with her all night.  " The usual." she then spoke, slamming the one hundred dollar bill on the table. " well, hello to you too. Miss, i'm on a mission."  The bartender mocked her as he poured her favorite drink. sliding the glass her way, she smiled, finally looking up from her lap.  " It's busy tonight, don't you think?" " very." He replies. She shrugged, picking up her glass.  " Keep these coming till i'm too drunk to ask for more." She then says, drowning the shot quickly. The vodka burned her throat and she winced at the feeling. Heather's nights at the bar, consisted, getting wasted and possibly taking someone home. The men she fucked, never knew she was a stripper and she wanted to keep it that way. After her second shot, it began to taste like sprite and she couldn't be happier.  " So.  she pushed her empty glass towards him and smiled. " Is there anyone good looking tonight?"  Raising an eyebrow, he poured her another glass.  " Just him, but he's way too old for you darling." She followed his eyes and turned around in her seat.  A man, probably in his early thirties, sat alone in the back of the bar, holding a half empty bottle of whisky.  Black ink is the first thing she saw.  He looked scary to be honest, but all the scary ones were good in bed.  His brown hair, combed nicely to the side giving her a good view of his green eyes. His face was perfectly sculpted - almost as if he was a statue.  He may have been drunk but he looked absolutely stunning.  She bit down on her lip, fascinated by the man. Turning back around in her seat, she faced the bartender. " Do you have anymore whisky bottles?"  Again, he raised an eyebrow and she huffed in annoyance.  " I'll pay you back, i promise. Please?" She batted her eye lashes, begging him to buy her the bottle.  He sighed, reaching underneath, grabbing a bottle of whisky.  " Don't let anyone see you, I can get fired."  She giggled loudly, jumping out of her seat.  " Wish me luck?"  Rolling his eyes, he whispered a " Good luck." And she smiled in return. " Ooops, sorry!" She squealed, apologizing to the two people she bumped into. They yelled a " Watch where you're going." And she blushed in embarrassment. Keeping her head low, she continued to walk through the crowd, saying a few sorry's on the way. Finally, she was face the face with the attractive man.  " Care for another drink?" She then said, smiling widely.   The man looked up from his hands and raised an eyebrow.  " Excuse me?"  From the way he spoke, he definitely was British and it only made Heather want him more.  She smiled again, placing the bottle in front of him.  " I said.  She then took a seat beside him and poured herself a drink.  " Do you want another drink?" He stared at the bottle, then at her.  " How old are you?"  That was the question, she often got from the men she flirted with and it was pestering to hear.  She bit her lip, stopping herself from giving the man a snarky response, then poured another glass.  " I'm old enough too talk to you."  Sliding the glass towards him, she grinned.   A small smile formed on his lips making her grin widen in satisfaction.  " Oh come on, I'm not that bad."  She brought her glass up, convincing him to take the shot with her.  He held a dark face, with stern features and a heavy brow; his eyes and gathered eyebrows looked ireful and thwarted. The frown, the roughness of him set her at ease. " I'm having a bad night. Do it for me?"  He looked at her when she said this and stopped, ran his eye over her dress and in two minutes, rose from the couch.  " I don't speak to children."  Her mouth fell open, surprised by his rude comment.  All she wanted was a night with him but obviously he wasn't interested.  "Fine.   She snatched the bottle from the table and pushed passed him.  " Ass hole."   When she reached the bar, she slammed the bottle down and huffed, taking a seat.   " He thinks i'm a child." She told the bartender, taking a chug from the bottle. He laughed in response, earning a eye roll from Heather. " Not funny."  He shut his mouth at that and pushed a tall margarita glass in front of her.  " I made you an apology drink?"  She smiled, putting the straw in her mouth. Of course, the drink tasted amazing! It was made by the best bartender here. She continued to drink till the glass was empty.   Her body felt more relaxed once all the alcohol kicked in and she smiled at the feeling. " You got a smoke?" She then asked. He nods, digging in his back pocket. Pulling out a Newport, he passed it to her, along with a lighter.   Thanking him, she grabbed her bottle and stumbled out of the bar. She pushed passed a couple of people and finally made it to the patio. Thousands of people, surrounded the patio and she found it difficult to find a seat to smoke.   Her eyes scanned the entire area till they fell on the attractive man from earlier.  He sat alone, just like before but that didn't stop her from walking towards him.   Slamming the bottle down, she took a seat in front of him. He looked up, quite surprised at her presence.  " I thought I told you, I don't speak to children."  He says staring at her hard.   " It's a free country.. If you don't like it, go back to London."  She response, roughly sticking the cigarette between her lips.  She lights it and inhales deeply afterwards.   Blowing out the smoke, she faced him.  His eyes bored into her and she couldn't help but feel, threatened.  Clearing her throat, she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Setting the cigarette down, she picked up her bottle, taking a chug from it after.   " You know, it's not nice to stare." She looks up and faces him. His stare hardened and a small giggle escaped her.   " Sorry, i'm a bit drunk at the moment."  Sticking the cigarette back in her mouth, she took a huge drag.  " I'm Heather by the way."  She held her hand out for him to shake, but he didn't move. Only stared.  She was beginning to get frustrated by his staring but she refused to let him affect her.  This was part of her job at the gentlemen's club so she held the same expression and stuck to it.  Finally, she finished her cigarette and flicked it to the dirt. " Just trying to make conversation."  She was half way done with the bottle and she felt so drunk, she could sleep.  Her body was heavy and her eyes struggled to stay open.  He reached over, grabbing the bottle from her hand.  " You've had enough love."   " H-he speaks!"  She slurred, holding onto the table tightly.  She knew she'd fall if she let go, so she kept herself seated.  A small hiccup escaped her but she laughed it off after.  Looking at the table, she noticed a pack of cigarettes  where his arm rested.   " May I?" She reached over and grabbed a cigarette from the box, quickly lighting it after.  No matter how cute he was, Heather never said anything, not unless he approached her first.   She's not sure where she got the idea that it was a man's job to do the approaching. Her mother, a staunch feminist in practice if not in name, would tell her. " if you see something, say something."  But the messages she got from everywhere else is that only a desperate women made the first move. She blew out the smoke, staring into his green eyes as he stared into her blue ones. How could someone be so damn hot? She thought.  He watched her carefully and she found it strangely hot. She imagined him push her onto her knees to suck his dick midway, and then command her to get on her knees face down, ass up, and then fuck her senselessly. Heather's heat began to get wet and she bit her lip at the thought.  She then heard the man suck in his breath.  " Heather, fuck."  His green eyes darken and she gasp at the scene.  He stared at her like she was a meal on a plate! Not only was he hungrily gazing, he held his hands tightly on the table. She was afraid he's snap but she was to drunk to do anything.  " Are you upset with me?" She then questioned. Her face held complete innocents but she wasn't innocent at all. She was a dirty dancer, when on the pole. Another hiccup escaped her and that's when the man got up. " Your drunk, let me take you home."   His green eyes came back and she huffed in frustration.  " What if i don't wanna?"  He laughed at that then stopped, reaching his hand out for her to take.   " Heather, it's late."  She loved the way he said her name and each time he'd say it, she got wetter.  After biting her lip once more, she gently placed her hand in his.  When he pulled her up, she slammed into his chest, accidentally dropping her cigarette.  His hands held her waist tightly as she giggled to herself. " I'm very drunk, sorry."  Again, she bit her lip and it drove him wild.  " Please, stop doing that."  She looked up and suddenly, dizziness took over her body.  " I think i'm going to faint."  She whispered - but before he could respond, everything went black.

Should i continue??? lmk