dancin with the D E V I L-- {Zack}

[ABIGAIL DUSTIN]

"There aint no rest for the wicked,"

Ha, if only, thought Abigail. It was nights like this that she really despised herself, really loathed what she had to do. Nights like this that she hated her sister with a fiery passion. Why did Natalir have to be so stupid?! Abigail had worked so hard to pave a nice road for both of them; she studied hard and made the right friends so that she could get out of the slums. But Natalie had to go and be a...a slut! A stupid, lazy, slut and get knocked up and leave her daughter, whom she named after a Rastafarian, with Abigail. Abby wouldn't have to work at that...that "gentlemens" club if she didn't have to take care of Marley!

But then Marley would do something sweet, or Abigail would just happen to take notice of her, and she'd feel sorry for even thinking something like that. Take right now, for instance. Abigail had just finished her whore make-up and was washing Marley's night time milk bottle. She was stomping around, making a bunch of unneccasary noise when Marley said "Momma,". Just that word, and Abigail's anger disolved, for she could never be angry around her niece. "Don't worry, Marley, I'll be back before you wake up." Abby still couldn't call herself "momma" yet. It hurt too much to think of that. Setting the bottle down, Abigail picked Marley up out of her swing and danced around with the infant until a knock sounded at the door. Abigail made a delighted gasp and said, "Gramma's here!" to Marley. She picked up her bag and answered the door, handing Marley to Maryanne Dustin. Giving the baby one last kiss on the cheek, Abigail told her mom goodbye and left for another night of self-objectification.

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It was time to leave Abigail Dustin behind. She always went through a mental cleanse before work, to seperate the two sides as much as possible. Marley, school, Fairy Godmother, Charley, all of what made Abby, Abby, was put into a box in the far nether regions of her mind. Now was the time for Miss Magic, her alter ego, to come out. Abigail climbed up onto the platform, putting her best seductive gaze on. It was her job to lure all these lonely men in, make them feel like they were getting all of her attention as they kept shelling out the dollars. Miss Magic was good at that. Catcalls rang out from the crowd as she gave a little shy wave, like she was contemplating whether she should take off her shirt or not. All part of the godawful act. "Cmon, baby, take it off!" Abigail recognized the voice of Jerry, one of her regulars. He had a wife and four kids. Disgusting, all of them (the men, that is. Not jerry's kids). Abigail fingered the top button and cocked her head to the side, as if to say, "you mean this?". Hoots and hollers followed and Abigail unbuttoned the shirt slowly, playing with the audience.

It's for Marley, it's for Marley. That was Abby's work mantra.

Once the shirt was unbuttoned, Abigail ripped it off and flung it into the crowd for whatever some disturbed man wanted to do with it. She made her way to the pole, and her routine began.

Abigail was quite successful that night. She had them eating out of the palm of her hand, and if you needed proof, you just had to look at the stacks of dollars stuffed into her ensemble. It was the end, though, and "Candy" was waiting for her turn on the pole. Abigail, Miss Magic, gave her exit and left the platform. The easy part was over; Abigail wouldn't even mind pole dancing all evening. It was time to make rounds for an individual show. She would go around seeing if anyone needed a drink, or...extra attention, as long as they kept their hands off. It was still new to Abigail, who had just been promoted. Lucky me, she thought bitterly. Putting Miss Magic's alluring smile back on, Abby began to wander the club.

[ZACK CHARMING]

It was time for a break. Zack Charming had been toiling away at his nonsensical classwork for such a long time that the stress was actually beginning to take a toll on his personal affairs.

And by personal affairs, he of course meant Charley Harper.

Honestly, the semester was coming to a close, and under any other circumstances that fact would have constituted Zack’s being utterly somnolent in all of his affairs. And yet, lately he’d found himself putting forth more effort than he’d ever put forth in his life, staying up into puerile hours of the morning studying for examinations that he was certain he’d have done at least moderately well on without even a second of said studying. It was probably Charley Harper…what was the phrase that progenies were using these days…rubbing off on him? That had to be it. Zack Charming had never completed a homework assignment in his life prior to his sophomore year of college, and now it was as if he were making a practice of it. What next, joining extracurricular activities? Perhaps a fraternity? Honestly, neither would have surprised him, at this point. Zack was becoming a new man.

And consequently, here he was, at a stripping institution. Zack wandered aimlessly through the steaming room, wondering who on Earth had produced such a preposterous idea as that of a strip club in the first place. And what honestly could ever propel a self-respecting woman with working mammary glands to pursue such a subservient career as an ecdysiast? The erotic entertainment industry was something that had always perturbed him to no end.

As he passed through the crowds of guests and girls, seating himself in a small niche near the back, his eyes passed over the various young women who were gallivanting between the tables. Some were rather comely, others decidedly less so. His eyes focused unconsciously on one girl, a young blonde not far from his own age, who seemed very…well, uncannily familiar. Where had he…

”Why hello there,” he mused casually as she passed. Could she be a student at Barrie, perhaps? Maybe they shared a class, or had met under some other equally nauseating circumstance. ”Might I ask what’s good here?” The colloquial vocabulary tasted like dirt in his mouth, but as usual, he shoved his grandiloquence to the background. This was only going to be a brief, pococurante affair.

[ABIGAIL DUSTIN]

It was all a matter of mental blocking. You just had to build a wall around all your different thoughts so they wouldn't intermingle and you'd be fine. Right? As much as Abigail was trying to build those walls, they kept crumbling down like a failed sandcastle, or the block tower you built that your older brother kicked over. Work and personal life needed to be separated by miles and miles of mental walls, in Abby's opinion. Unfortunately, that never seemed to work for her. Until now; Abby didn't know what it was--maybe it was the deep pulse of the music messing with her heartbeat, the atmosphere that was drowning in lust, greed, passion and a myriad of sinful feelings, or the temperature of the room that left a light sheen on her skin in all the right places--but cause be damned. All the niggling thoughts of Marley, her pride, and even her best friend, Charley, vanished from her mind. It left a hungry vengeance for redemption, leaving Abigail feeling unstoppable. There would be no petty emotions holding her back. Not tonight.

Abigail couldn't help but love how easy it was to manipulate men like this. They were so desperate and hungry for attention that with just a mere flick of her hair, or a bat of her eyelashes, they'd be putty in her hands. She had to admit that it was fun to mess with them every once in a while. Abby was walking around the floor, boobs out, stomach in, ass tight, when she heard ”Why hello there,”. She had been summoned. Abby turned her head over her shoulder ever so slightly to glance at whoever had just spoken. He was around her age, attractive, and also had an air of ancient familiarity, like she had known him a long, long time ago. Abby mentally brushed those thoughts away like leftover crumbs, turning around to face him. Her boss had taught her the "position" she then assumed: head tilted ever so slightly, shoulders back, hip out, one knee bent. It was supposed to lure more men in, but Abigail thought the notion was silly. They were at a strip club. There really didn't need to be any further luring than the door. Oh, so he wanted to know "what's good here"? That comment normally earned an eyeroll and scoff from Abby, but she held it in. Barely.

"What's good here?" Abby kept her voice low, that way he would lean in to be able to hear her better, another technique she'd learned. A coy smile plastered on her face, Abby continued, "Well, you can always get a drink and watch the show. Or...there's private showcases, if you're more of that type." Abby tucked a small lock of his hair behind his ear before stepping back. "Can I get you anything?" Eyes big and round like saucers, Abby looked at him expectantly.

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notes: she really hates me right now
words: 592
tags: zack/monica
outfit: meh. i might make something later.
lyrics: Brick by Boring Brick by Paramore
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