Page 82 of Goose

“Good. Now let’s get you cleaned up and dressed so I can fuck you all night.”

I laugh as I push him out of my closet and onto the bed.

“You sit while I get dressed. I actually need to get ready and not be distracted by you anymore.”

“You love my distractions!” He yells as I head to the bathroom.

I take a quick shower and come back to Goose laying on my bed with my notebook.

“What’s this, babe?”

Walking back into my closet, I flutter my hand in the air. “It’s nothing. Just ideas that will never come true.”

I grab a pair of leather leggings and a black tube top to put on. I rummage through my clothes until I find a red and black flannel to tie around my waist.

I pop back out to see Goose flipping through the notebook.

“Babe, these are all amazing ideas.”

Shrugging, I sit at my makeup station to do my hair and face. “They’re really not that great. Plus, you need a ton of money to start them.”

“And I have money to help you, babe.”

I whip around, “I don’t want you to pay for it. I’m not going to just mooch off you.”

“You aren’t. I want to help. Pick one of these ideas.”

Sighing and, knowing I will lose this fight, I walk over and take the notebook from him. Flipping through the pages, I land on the one idea that means the most to me.

“This one. I want to help girls who were in my situation. We have nothing out here to help them. No safe house, no lawyer, no nothing.”

Goose gets up and takes me into his arms. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Bambi. I can’t even start to tell you how guilty we all feel. I can say sorry all day long, but that won’t take the guilt away.”

I look up to see the hurt in his eyes. There’s so much emotion behind them. The way he holds me, I know he is truly disturbed by what I had gone through.

“It’s okay. It truly is. Everything happens for a reason. Now, let’s make sure no other girl has to go through what I did. Girls like Savannah need a safe place to turn too.”

He nods and kisses my forehead. “Anything for you, angel. We’ll sit down and talk with Striker. I know he’ll want in on it.

“Perfect. Now let me finish getting ready!”

We both laugh as I sit back down to finish getting ready for work.

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MAD DOG AND I ARE SITTINGat a table while the girls try out for new spotlights. They are trying their hardest to impress us, but so far I don’t see anybody that stands out to me.

“None of these girls impress me, Mad Dog. I mean, a few look good for some spotlights upstairs, but none for downstairs.”

He sighs and looks up at the blonde spinning on the pole. “I know. Fuck, do I know.”

She finishes her song and then walks off the stage. Then lights go down and we can hear the low notes of an electric guitar.

Mad Dog and I look at each other and then to the stage where a red spotlight pops up. Marilyn Manson’s voice comes over the speakers as one of the newer strippers, Luna, comes out.

She has on a very simple outfit of an ultra-low cut, racerback crop top with three snap buttons on the front and matching snap up side booty shorts.

Luna picks up two sticks from the ground and struts onto the stage. She twirls the sticks and winks as she wraps her hands around the pole.

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