S-C-A-N-D- to the A, to the L-O-U-S {Abby}

[ABIGAIL DUSTIN]

It had just been another Friday night at Sahara, Abigail putting aside her morals to rack up as much money as she possibly could for Marley. Kids were expensive, Abigail knew, but she hadn't realized they would be expensive as Marley was, especially now that she was getting older. And Abby, being Abby, did like the finer things in life and wanted to make sure her niece got the same. If there was one thing Abigail knew about raising a kid, it was that she would do it with style. Hell, Abby had already known sewing because she was a fashion major, so she just applied those skills and had made Marley some of the cutest little outfits. It sure did save money, but Abigail also had to think about food.

When her boss had offered Abby the promotion, she had reluctantly taken it. It was one thing for her to work the pole, where most of the faces were blacked out because of the lighting and the only touching was the brushing of fingers as the men stuffed money wherever they could. Gross, but Abby could handle it. The first few nights of Abby making rounds was uneventful, really. She had taken orders for drinks and had given a few private performances that were demeaning, yes, but that payed well. None of the men had gotten too excited and tried to touch her. Yet.

Tonight was different, however. Abigail knew that if you had seen a client drink more than three beverages, you were supposed to avoid them at all costs. These were the men (and sometimes women, even) that caused problems, that believed the dancers were their personal playthings. And the boss couldn't have that, could he? Security was expensive enough, and he did not like the idea of putting a guard at every room. Clients wouldn't like it and he'd lose money. So it was up to the girls to decide whether a client was sober enough or not to take back for a private show.

Abby was counting the money from her past private dance, making sure he had payed properly and tipped. It was such a pain to have to find a bouncer or security guard to make the client pay up. Plus, it always ended in drama that Abigail did not like to be part of. Good, he'd payed and gave quite a nice tip. Suppressing a shudder, Abigail reminded herself that this was for her and her niece. Her family. Stuffing the wad of cash in her band, Abigail walked out of the room to be confronted by a large, sweaty man who reeked of alcohol. Vodka, from what Abby could tell. She didn't know how he'd gotten back here, but she did know that her position was not a good or safe one. Attempting to side-step him, Abby found herself blocked in a corner, the man's beefy arm pressed against the wall above her shoulder. Shit, shit shit! "Excuse me, sir," Abigail said, not even trying to put her sexy Miss Magic voice on. No, she sounded bitchy and dismissive, the kind of tone that would send most men running. The man only chuckled, placing a slimy paw on her shoulder. "No, no nooooo, pretty lady. Ise don' wanna let you goooo." God, his breath stunk of liquor and hung like a fog around Abby. She coughed, trying not to breathe through her nose, and tried to push his hand off of her. He was stronger than he looked, but weren't all drunk men? "Get off me!" Abigail was afraid now, and her voice was but a mere squeak as she tried to push him away. His hand moved, but this time it was to cup her breast. Abby whimpered as he squeezed, hard. “You ssshould sshoow me ssum of those movess of yourss in private,” He said, moving his other hand to brush against her cheek.

Abigail looked up and felt relief seeping through her. One of the guards had came up, clearly upset over the man's behavior. Abby took this opportunity to try and slip away, but the man caught her, surprisingly quick for being drunk, and pulled her body against his. Abigail pushed with all her might, a small scream building in her throat. "Get off!! Get off get off get off!" Abby's voice was shrill with panic as she kept pushing and pushing against the man.

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notes: yuck creepy men
words: 852, including template
tags: Sutton/Erika
outfit: Not much to wear as a stripper XD
lyrics: Brick By Boring Brick by Paramore
credit: template made by SULLY of OUAC. please don't steal :3

[ABIGAIL DUSTIN]

It had never occurred to Abigail how dangerous her job could get. In just a split second, she had been cornered and was cowering like a trapped animal. She had never been in this kind of situation before; in fact, when she was thinking about these kinds of risks, Abby had just assumed she would kick butt and take names without thinking. Her personality was already bold, so why wouldn't she? Apparently, Abigail wasn't as take-charge-under-pressure as she thought was, because the guy had just been thrown down and marched off and she was still quivering against the wall.

What if he was more than just some inebriated oaf who didn't know what he was doing? What if that man had been incredibly sober and, even if his intentions were far from good, he knew exactly what he was doing? The thought made Abby shudder. Because of Marley, Abby had had plenty of serious thoughts before, but this was a whole new caliber of frightening. Let along the emotional damage of rape, Abby could have been kidnapped and/or killed, to never see Marley again.

No, these thoughts were too heavy. Abigail, completely unaware of anything around her, continued to stare at the ground until she heard "Hey sweetheart, you okay? Here, let’s sit down for a minute,” and felt a firm but comforting hand lead her to a chair. It took Abby's mind a moment to catch up with what had just happened; she responded dully, like cattle being shepherded to a new field. It only took that moment, though, for Abigail to collapse around herself. She began to shake, shoulders heaving with sobs that wouldn't come out. Her throat had swelled up so her words wouldn't leave, either. What she wanted to say was that she was over this shitty place, even if it did provide for her and her niece. Abigail couldn't take it anymore, she wanted out. Everything was pent up inside Abigail, including the tears that cloaked her eyes. She reached down to yank off her heels when finally, a noise came from her: a soft, nearly unnoticeable sniff. Under any other circumstance, it could be passed off as allergies. But for Abigail, it was the last piece of straw on the camel's back. Her floodgates had opened.

"I just...can't believe that happened." Abby stumbled over her words, most of them coming out garbled together. She drew her legs up into the chair, resting her chin on her knees. "He could have been sober, he could have hurt me." Abby cried again, wiping tears away from her eyes.


"This is Abigail talking!"

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notes: yuck creepy men
words: 553, including template
tags: Sutton/Erika
outfit: Not much to wear as a stripper XD
lyrics: Brick By Boring Brick by Paramore
credit: template made by SULLY of OUAC. please don't steal :3[/quote]