Yes I am starting a new story. But you all are reading this chapter so that means you still love me hehe! I just have had this idea in my head for awhile, actually wrote this chapter a few weeks ago and have been wanting to put it up. I figured since Diary is coming to an end along with Not Expecting That (not positive but thinking only a few more chapters…all kind depends) that I would put this up.

I hope you all give it a shot and don't hate me for starting a story and not updating my others right now.

Enjoy!

The music filtered through the back room where she sat finishing her makeup. The dark locks curled as they hung down and scattered over her shoulders, the red lipstick sticking out over her porcelain face where her hazel eyes were covered perfectly with the dark green eye shadow and darker eyeliner.

Sexy, that would be the best word to describe her. Sexy, sultry, an appeal women wish they had and a seductive smile that the men fell over. Her dark eyes holding so much mystery to the occupants of the outside room but to her they were empty. What she was feeling is empty.

Tossing a nervous glance over her shoulder knowing the rules, knowing it wasn't allowed she still slipped her hand to her purse pulling out her phone and flipping open. The smile that crossed her lips at the picture was always there. She couldn't look at the blonde making her smile and not have her dimples show.

"Hello?" His tired voice answered as he rubbed his eyes, begging for sleep.

"Hey baby I was just calling to see if you were heading to bed?" She whispered feeling her heart race as she prayed not to get caught again on the phone.

"Yeah, I wish you were here," he frowned into the phone hating when he went to bed when she wasn't home.

"I know but I will be there when you wake up," Brooke smiled but knowing that didn't make him feel any better; that never made him feel better.

"I wish you were here now," he whined into the phone and she felt her heart break a little more inside of her.

"I know… I wish I was there too," she nodded blinking away the tears so she wouldn't once again have to do her makeup. "Just go to bed and I will be there soon," she told him and heard him scuff at her as the phone got passed around.

"Hey B."

"He has to know I hate not being there," Brooke said as soon as she heard the voice of her best friend. "He has to know I would be there if I could."

"Brooke he is two. All he gets is mommy isn't there when he goes to sleep. Anything else he doesn't understand," she frowned looking over at the little boy grabbing his teddy bear his mom gave him and slowly making his way to his room.

"I hate this Quinn," Brooke groaned, slamming her fist on the makeup table in front of her. "This is not what I want to be doing but I can't find anything else and I have to take care of Easton."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me Brooke. You know I understand and you know I have your back on everything," Quinn once again promised her best friend. She may not love what she does, she secretly hated it but she knew Brooke is doing the best she can. She is doing all she can to take care of the blonde baby in the back.

"Yeah…" Brooke sighed as she looked back up in the mirror looking at herself. "I umm… I got to go I'll be there soon," she hung up quick taking a few deep breaths. "You're doing it for Easton," she repeated to herself knowing this is all for Easton. All the money she makes is for Easton.

"Brooke," she looked up to see Ron standing in the door. "You're next," he said and Brooke nodded as she stood up pulling down on the bottom of her red and black lace top that was so tight it was cutting off her air. Her black hose ran up to her thighs before attaching to her black lace boy shorts that showed the perfect shape of her bottom. Her snug top pushing up her breast to show her perfect cleavage and after checking her appearance one more time she took the walk in her way to high heels to the dark filled smoky room.

So what do you all think? How many have ideas racing in their heads about where this is going? Well if you have ever heard Dancin' For the Groceries than you get where I got the idea from. That and a little of my own life. Not the whole my mom was a stripper thing but more of the struggles of being a single mom and working hard for everything you do.

I hope you all enjoyed and PLEASE give me feedback on if ya'll want more. Depending on what ya'll think depends on if I keep going (really hope so because I have it all planned out so please :/) But anyway you all know I love reviews and if I get many I'll update quick along with my others!

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