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A Down on Her Luck Stripper Gets a Second Chance (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Loveme)

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Name: Ryan Morris
Age: 31
Hair: Brown
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 210 lbs.
Body type: Athletic

Ryan entered the club. He walked in, settling in the bar. He asked for his drink, then turned the bar stool around so he could see who he shared the club with tonight. He saw the usual bunch of sleazes who thought girls were just for sex. He saw them ogle them with such obvious disregard for their feelings, in a way, it disgusted him. The fact that some of strippers were there for very valid reasons, like money for college, or for food for their children, really made him upset. It was the main reason he was there that night.

He had made a small fortune off the Internet, so he was able to retire early. He deiced that he was going to pick one of the girls here and take her away from all of this. He was going to give her and her children, if she any, a better life. Sure, sex would be involved but it would only be a small part. He looked at the girls, he had to find just the right girl. He didn't want some brainless idiot and he didn't want a gold digger. He wanted someone that, in his opinion, didn't belong here...
 
Name: Britton Clark
Age: 28
Hair: Brown, Blonde
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 100 pounds
Body type: Skinny

Britton dreaded going to work every single night. But she had not been able to find any other job that allowed her to recieve the money she needed. You see, Britton had a young daughter who she ha to take care of. She didn't care if her herself got anything, asking as her daughter had what she needed. Britton walked through the door, having a brown trench coat type jacket on, and a pair of shiny black heals.

Looking around to see what sleezes were to be looking at her now, she turned a corner and clocked herself in. It was her turn to do some waitress duties, untill the girl that was on stage now to finish. Looking around to see who had not been served yet, she walked to them. One being a sleeze. Grabing at er as she turned to retrieve his drink
 
Ryan sat at the bar and up until that point, he hadn't seen any one he liked yet. They all looked like they wanted to be there, were happy to show off their bodies for money. Then he saw a nice looking woman with brownish-blond hair, serving drinks. He saw a guy grab at her as she went to take his empty glass. Instead of laughing or smiling at the guy she just gave him a death glare. Ryan like that, he continued to watch the young woman to see what she was like when she started to dance.
 
Britton had served the man his drink. Hearing s bunch of clapping, she turned around. Seeing the stripper now walking off. It only meant it was her turn. Ifnit wasn't for her passion of dance she had previosuly had, shed bee no good at dancing on that poll. Walking up the stage, she began climbing on the poll. Sliding down it and turning around. Taking the jacket off, she revealed a pair of black tight short shorts. Hooks hooked around them to where they hooked around her black matching bra. It had alittle red bow on the front, matching thenunderwear.
 
Ryan watched her as she danced. She looked like a robot she hardly played to the crowd, like some of the other dancers had done. He had a feeling that she was the one he was looking for. After she finished He talked to the bartender about getting some private time with her. The bartender nodded and went to talk to the boss.

Ryan finished his drink, when the bartender returned he told Ryan that it would be $2,500. Ryan gladly paid the money. The bartender nodded and told him to go to room number 7.

Ryan walked into Room 7, he was wearing a very nice blue shirt and black slacks, his hair was neatly trimmed and was clean shaved. In the room, was long couch that he figured would fold down into a bed. But he didn't have any interest in that right now. He sat down on the couch and waited for her to arrive.
 
Britton walked down the hall way, hearing other private rooms... Well in action. Finding room seven, she Knocked on the door. Waiting for him to grant her entrance. Knowing not what he looked like, she smiled seeing that he was not some sleeze. Walking in, she spoke softly. "You wanted private time?"
 
Ryan smiled as he saw the young woman walk in the room. She looked very confident as she walked up to him. And, she had a beautiful smile. "Yes I did... Please have a seat." He patted next to the couch he was sitting on. Once she was seated, Ryan said, "So, what is a woman like you doing in a place like this? I can tell by the way you were dancing out there you don't like it here."
 
Sitting down next to him, she glanced over at him. "I need the money... I have a daughter... This is the only job that gives me enough money and works around my schedule with her." She spoke softly, a lot of people had no idea that she was going through a a rough time
 
Ryan listened as she told him about her financial problems. "Well, I just told the bartender that because I wanted to talk to you. I figured that would be the easiest way, was to get you back here to the private rooms. I want to make you an offer... one of those one in a lifetime offers... I'm a very rich man and I want to help you. Give you and your daughter a nice home, and treat you to a life that a woman could only dream off..."
 
Hearing his offer made her smile. But she knew something must be involved. It couldn't be that easy. "I would love that.... But it can't just be that easy. You want something in return don't you?" She spoke softly and calm, fearing that if she was to upset him he would leave and forget the offer.
 
Ryan smiled, he knew she was smart. He had a feeling that he had picked a good one, "It's good that you asked that question... What I want in return is control of your life. What you wear, what you eat... Basically every decision in your life, I would make for you, forever. You wouldn't be my slave or girlfriend. You'd be my companion. We'd travel the world and I'll show you and your daughter all the wonderful things this world has to offer... You know, I don't even know your name... I'm Ryan, by the way..."
 
Britton listened carefully, the idea sounded pretty fair. Except one little thing. "It all sounds fair. Except one thing. My daughter has no part of this. She is given freedom and can dress and eat what she wants. She's only one... But still.... Oh, my name is Britton. Nice to meet you..."
 
"Britton... that is a very lovely name..." Ryan smiled, "Of course. Your daughter is yours to raise as you see fit. So tell me a bit more about yourself. Your family, did you go to college, What did you want to do with your life before you were forced to work here?"
 
"Thank you." Taking time to relax, for once she laid her back agaist the couch. Watching him closely. "My family.... They all live in other states... I was going to college to become a Criminalist. I already have my degree in photography. I did that before my daughter came... But I had to stop my studies to take care of her..."
 
Ryan nodded and listened to her, "So, if you could, would you go back to school?"
 
"Yes.... I would love to go back to school. Criminalistics is my passion." Turning away, then turning Back she smiled. "I accept your offer..."
 
Ryan smiled, "Wonderful...Well, the first thing you will do is quit your job. I'll give you a ride home and first thing tomorrow morning, I'll be back to move you and your daughter into your my home. But, we do have a few little things to talk about first. You said you were interested in going back school. If you I would pay for it and my housekeeper would more than happy to be a nanny. Also, you may keep in contact with friends and family, but you are not allowed to tell them of our arrangement."

I paused for a moment and then I continued, "Also, either one of us may end this companionship at any time. Your bank account will remain in your hands. I won't touch it in anyway... well except for a little deposit every once and awhile... That way, if for some reason, we want to go our separate ways, you won't be left penny less. Well, unless you have any questions for me, I think it's time we left this place."
 
"I understand completly... Just let me get my belongings..." Britton smiled as she stood. Running to get her stuff, slipping her jacket back on. Telling her boss that she quit, she had a good mind to tell him off, but didn't. Seeing Ryan waiting, she walked over to him. "Should I show you where I live.... Or directions...?"
 
Ryan walked out with Britton. But, he didnt stand with her when she quit, he stoood near the door. Then, they walked out of the club together. When, she asked if she should give him directions, he said, "Yeah, if you don't need a ride home, just tell me where you live and I'll see you tomorrow morning."
 
Britton nodded as she walked out with him. Pulling some paper out of her purse and a pen. Writing the directions down she handed them to him. "See you in the morning." Smiling as she turned, she found her car and climbed in. Driving hone to her daughter and the babysitter. She told her that she no longer needed her, that she was now better off.

Britton and her daughter Brooklyn did not have a lot of stuff, so she had barely nothing to pack. Except her clothes, Brooklyns and her toys. Smiling as she walked to her crib, she kissed her on the cheek and fell asleep in the chair by her.
 
The next morning Ryan arrived at Britton's place. He brought his large SUV because he didn't know how much stuff Britton would have. Once he got to he door he knocked and waited for her to answer.
 
She had been playing with Brooklyn, hearing a knock on the door she picked her up and walked over to the door. Opening it to see who was there. Seeing Ryan, she smiled. KNowing that she would no longer be struggiling. "Good Morning." PEeking around him, she saw that he brought a large SUV. There was no need for it, but she was thankful he thought about it.
 
"Good Morning," said Ryan, "Can I come in there is a couple of things we need to talk about before we head out?" When she let him in he could see that it wasn't a very big house. "First things first, we need to talk about your clothes. You will no longer be allowed to wear pants or shorts, unless you are exercising so if you have any in your bags you'll have to take them out and leave them behind."
 
Smiling as he walked in, she was kind of ashamed of the place she lived in. Hearing his voice speaking of how she ocould no longer wear pants or shorts. Setting Brooklyn down, hoping she would not try some hissyfit and start crying on her. Giving her some toys, she brought her bag over to the couch and set down. "You can sit if you like.." Opening the back ip, she sorted all of hr clothes. Taking her pants and shorts out and throwing them in a pile. "That's all of them."
 
"Good, very good... and don't forget to change out of the pants you are wearing. Also, you will no longer be able to wear any sort of open toed shoes, so you should take those out of your bag too. Also, take out any thongs or g-strings."
 
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