A/N: First off, longer chapter since I cheated you guys on the last one. Second, I have nothing against ETF and everything I write about them here is fictional. It's purely for story. Third, thank you all for your amazing support on this story! As well as all my other stories! You all inspire me to keep writing <3 - Nona

I stared back at Craig, not wanting to admit I'd even have to touch him. Even through these dim club lights, I could see the evil in his eyes. Why is he in town? If he's here, then TJ can't be far. When TJ left town with Craig, he swore he wouldn't come back. I tried to ignore him, hoping I could stall until the club closes in about fifteen minutes.

Someone grabbed onto my loose belt, pulling me back. I spun around and caught my balance against one of the poles on the bar top. Craig wasn't letting me get away that easy. I kneeled down to face him. He grabbed me by my necklace and pulled me closer to his face. After the money he gave me, I put up with the rank smell of booze on his breath.

"I know the rules at Voodoo." He said. "That much money gets me more than watching you walk away."

I snubbed my nose at him. "Hm, it's going to take a little more for me to service the man that ruined one of my friends and turned him into a useless drug addict."

His eyes washed over with spite. Craig reached into his back pocket. Then he handed me few bills, all with high numbers. I glanced back up at him and debated it. He might have ruined TJ as a human being, but this is a lot of money to turn down just because I'm pissed about the past. I've given private shows to way worse men for less. I'd fuck anyone for this kind of cash...

I jumped down the back side of the bar. Just for safe keeping, I put all the money I've made tonight in a bag under the bar. I trust Ryan enough to watch in. Then I walked around the side, motioning for Craig to follow me to one of the private rooms.

| Ricky's POV |

When Chris yelled at me for my little income, I was honestly disappointed in myself. I had become well known around this part of town, had regulars that loved me, and I was one of the most popular dancers at Voodoo. Then Devin came into my life and it all went downhill. I let lust and love distract me from my craft.

I'm back into the swing of things. I enjoy the rush of the stage, and I have been making good money. Once an hour it feels like, I'm pulling someone into the backroom for paying highly for my talents. This guy was kind of cute too. He looked like a mix between Jack Sparrow and Nikki Sixx. There were some bruises up and down his arm, probably from shooting up heroine, but I don't care. We get drug addicts through the club all the time because we're in a shady neighborhood. At the end of the day, he gave me enough money to pay rent for the month.

"Do you have a name?" He asked me while I was in his lap.

I smirked. "Road Kill."

"What's your real name, Sweetie?" He purred.

I set my arms around his neck, resting them on the back of the booth seat. I ran one of my hands down his neck as I replied, "That's for me to know, and you to find out."

Normally people don't ask my name, or even talk to me during a private show, but I can't question my customers. Exactly why I didn't ask for his name.

The man wrapped his arm around my waist. He latched his finger in the back belt loop of my jeans, pulling down on it. I arched my back in response, tilting my head back as I ran my hands through his hair. He kissed my bare chest and started to palm me through my jeans. I rolled my neck forward as I moaned.

He moved his hands around my torso. His skin was rough against mine, but I didn't really care. I grinded against him slowly as I explored his chest with my hands. I don't ever actually kiss my clients. Instead, I just get my lips very close to theirs in a seductive matter. He grabbed the front of my jeans, fiddling with the button.

I gently guided his hand away, trying to keep myself from freaking out. Smoothly, I said, "We don't do that here, Honey. At least, I don't." I lightly laughed.

The man didn't respond. He ran his hand up the side of my face delicately, into my hair. Then he tightened his grip and my heartbeat doubled when I realized this was about to go bad. Using his grip on my hair, he ripped me off his lap and slammed my head against the wall. I fell into the booth a bit and he got over the back of me.

"I know the rules, Honey. I used to work here." He said as he grabbed my dominant arm and held it behind my back. "Now this is nothing against you. I know you're just one of Chris' victims, under his spell, but I need to send a message to him. Listen to me when I say, this will be so much easier if you don't struggle."

Fuck, I knew this would happen. I've been working at the club almost a year and the fact I haven't gotten raped before is amazing. I guess I just look as easy to break as I really am. I should have listened to Devin, and watched myself a little more. I should have learned how to fight and protect myself, but I didn't. One tear managed to escape from my eye as I prepared myself for what was about to come.

| Devin's POV |

I can't believe I got fucking Craig off for a few hundred bucks. It may have been worth it, but I really feel like the dirty slut I am. I'm going to need to take about five showers and go through a bottle of mouthwash after touching that dirty son of a bitch. The house lights had been turned on as the remaining club-goers were being escorted out by security. CC and Ryan were cleaning their sides of the bar, and Balz was putting away his DJ equipment.

Angelo came out of the back with something to write down out profit for the night. Chris used to do that, but he has Ange around as his assistant now. I think Chris just wanted an excuse to have his boyfriend with his at work still. I don't complain. Angelo does a lot of our paperwork now and he's nicer about it than Chris ever was.

He went over to the bar to take down their income for the night. The rest of us headed in that direction to count up all our ones and fives.

"Here's your purse!" Ryan teased me, throwing my bag to me.

I laughed at his comment. I didn't back talk though, because he was right. It was pretty much a purse. I stood on the backside of the bar, next to him, and started counting out my money for the night. Kuza hopped up on the bar top while he did the same. Matt came over and whispered something to him as he handed Kuza a handful of cash.

Mike laughed, dumping all the bills on Angelo's clipboard. "Hey Ange! Add all this to Ricky's total for the night. It's everything that was left on his stage that he missed."

"I wish I could make that much money, that I can't even manage to pick it all up." Balz joked.

"I doubt you'll be getting on stage and shaking your ass anytime soon." Ryan chuckled.

I looked around, realizing Ricky actually wasn't anywhere to be seen. "Where is Ricky, anyways?" I asked.

"That's a good question. He hasn't told me his total for the night yet, or even punched out on his time card." Angelo responded, just as Chris walked into the room.

Great, Ricky already isn't on his good side. A disappearing act isn't going to help Ricky's case.

"About a half hour ago I saw him go back into one of the private rooms with some guy." I told him. "They seriously still can't be in there, right?"

"I'll go check. We have to be able to close anyways." Kuza spoke as he jumped down from the bar top.

Chris watched him leave, then looked at me. "Who's missing?"

I sighed. "Ricky."

"I see." He scoffed with disappointment. Yeah, I know, Chris. You're not happy. He rested his arm on Ange's waist as he looked over his shoulder. "You had a good night."

"Yeah, I got a big tip from someone. Some people are so desperate to get their dick wet, they'll empty their whole wallets." I snickered. "I doubt I'll get that lucky again."

Chris was about to respond, when his eyes darted behind me. I looked back to see Kuza run back into the room, obviously alarmed. "Call an ambulance. Ricky got the shit beat out of him."

Panic hit me like a ton of bricks. "Where is he?!"

"Right side, room three." He replied when I was already halfway there.

I found the poor thing a mess on the floor. His clothes were torn and barely on him. Ricky was covered in blood, sweat and, I assume, cum. I honestly didn't care as long as someone got him some help. I could hear Balz talking to the 911 operator on the phone. I sunk to the floor and pulled his barely conscious body into my lap. He moaned, but didn't say anything else.

"Shhh." I soothed him. "I'm here."

Chris knelt down in front of us. He gently brushed Ricky's hair from his face. "It's okay, Sweetie. Help is on the way."