She's just that type of girl

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Trigger warnings: mentions of violence and abuse, prostitution, human trafficking, smoking, drinking, cattiness, verbal abuse, language, mentions of sex

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Y/N was sitting at the windowsill of the backstage area, a cigarette in her hand. She wasn't supposed to be smoking in the backstage area, but her shift was about to start soon and she had already gotten dressed in her black lingerie and she wasn't about to go outside and catch a cold. The window and some deodorant would have to do to hide the smell. Sure, the consequences wouldn't be fun if someone found out, but not much in her life had been fun up to this point.

It wasn't going to make a difference if she got slapped by her boss or by one of her clients. Although getting slapped by one of her clients was much better, because it meant she'd get paid extra. After all, some people just seemed to be into that and she got paid a higher rate if she just endured the beatings. It was quite profitable, no matter how grim it was. And money was all that counted.

Making money could easily save her life for the next few months, maybe even a year or two more. After that... well, she might get lucky and get sold off to someone who was just lonely. But chances were... it would get bad. Y/N knew what kind of nasty shit people were into and she knew that it didn't stop there. A lot of girls that she had seen being sold had just... vanished. Disappeared off the face of the earth, never to be seen again. She preferred not to think about what might have happened to them.

Y/N took one last drag from her cigarette and threw it out of the window, before closing it and spraying some deodorant around the area. Hopefully that'd be enough. She grabbed one of the perfume bottles and sprayed a little bit on her neck and her body, before taking a deep breath. She had to get a lot of cash in today. Her boss had been warning her every single day, threatening her to sell her on if she didn't bring in the same amount of money anymore. And it really fucking stressed her out.

Her eyes fell on one of the other girls. They usually came and went rather quickly, so Y/N never really bothered with the names, but this one had been sticking around for about three years now. She still didn't know her name, but she knew that this girl could be a real bitch at times.

"What're you staring at?" the girl snarled. Y/N sighed.

"Nothing." she muttered and quickly put on her shoes. She had gotten used to the high heels since she was 15 and she had learned rather quickly. Punishment was one hell of a motivator.

"Heard you're gonna be sold if you don't cash in good tonight." the girl said with a sickening grin on her face. Y/N smiled back at her sweetly.

"The same could happen for you in a year or two. Don't make enemies, it's not worth it." she replied and walked out. She had to get started soon. She moved toward the curtain and was just about to step out, but she remembered to quickly check her out fit again. She looked down on herself - everything still sat perfect.

With another sigh she stepped outside the curtain into the main room, before pulling it shut again, quickly. She was panicking on the inside about everything that girl had said, because... well, she was right. Her being sold off to be tortured and killed for some sick guy's pleasure wasn't a thing that might never happen to her - it was something that could happen any day now.

She turned around and looked directly in someone's eyes. They were dark and tired eyes, but they looked incredibly observant. They belonged to someone she hadn't seen her before - long, pitch black hair tied up in a bun, loose fitting shirt and black slacks. Classy. There was a deep scar under his right eye. Y/N wondered where it came from... whatever. She had no time for this.

She quickly turned around and made her way over to the bar, where her boss was impatiently waiting for her. Shit. Had he noticed the cigarette smoke? Y/N hoped he didn't. A scene wouldn't really help her get any money tonight. That was about the last thing she needed.

"Y/N! What's with that face? You gotta look like you're having fun, girl, no one wants someone with a resting bitch face like yours. Can't believe you managed to hang on so long with that attitude." the boss said, as she was approaching. She gulped. There it was again, he said it every damn evening. There weren't even any people here, except that guy on the couch and the blond one at the bar.

"Sorry, boss. Are there any orders for me to do?" she wanted to know and forced a smile on her face. Pretending she was having fun? Yeah, right, as if anyone would actually believe that. Clients weren't dumb (well, some of them were, but that was beside the point). They knew that all of this was just pretense.

"There's this one guy over there. His friend said he'll be a tough nut to crack, but whatever girl manages to get him out of his shell gets a bonus. You can try your luck and maybe I won't sell you off just yet. I've had some good offers for you, you know?" her boss told her. Y/N somehow managed to keep up her smile.

"I'll do my best. What drink is it?" she wanted to know. She'd never tell anyone, but she did judge people on the drinks they were getting.

"Most expensive whiskey on the card." the girl behind the bar answered, as she placed the glass on her tray. Y/N raised her eyebrows. Most expensive whiskey on the card? This guy either knew exactly what he wanted or he was pretentious as hell. The first kind of men were rare, so Y/N guessed it was probably the second option.

"Alright then. Big spender, huh?" Y/N said with a grin directed at the girl behind the bar. She didn't want to grin, she wanted to cry on the inside. Big spenders were great - except for the fact that they usually spent a lot of money, because they were into all the things that made this job painful for Y/N. She shuddered thinking of the endless beatings, the pain, the torture some of these men had put her through. And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

"Seems like it. Go get 'im, girl." the bartender replied with a smirk that made Y/N feel at least a little better. Akiko was usually behind the bar, because she had made a name for herself when it came to mixing cocktails and presenting drinks perfectly. She was good at that kind of stuff and was also the kind of person that would be able to find just the right thing to say to anyone.

Y/N took the tray with the whiskey and carried it in both her hands towards where the mystery man was sitting. She had to admit that he was handsome, so maybe... maybe it would actually be enjoyable if he wasn't going to ask for things that were too weird or painful. Maybe.

"Sir, here's your drink." she said, looking up at him, as his eyes slowly wandered to hers. His gaze was pretty intense and captivating, that was the first thing that Y/N noticed. He had a bit of stubble and looked tired as hell.

"Oh, thanks." was all he said. Y/N put the whiskey down on the table and held the tray to her chest, fully aware that the man was mustering her. But weirdly enough it wasn't in the way she was used to - looking at her like she was cattle and he was trying to decide if he should buy her or not - he was looking at her with this sort of pensive expression, as if he was more intrigued by her than by the prospect of a quick fuck.

"Sorry, was there anything else?" he asked her which caught her off guard. She glanced over to the bar quickly where she saw her boss watching her and Akiko give her a quick thumbs up.

"Uh, sorry, I just... Do you mind if I sit with you for a while? Or would you like me to get one of the other girls for you, Sir?" Y/N wanted to know. She really shouldn't have offered the other girls as an option - after all she needed to make that money. But while this guy definitely seemed like the type you could talk into a lot of things, he didn't particularly enjoy it. At least that was the image Y/N had made in her head.

"To be honest, I'd prefer to just be left alone, but... I guess all the other ones will bother me, if I say no now, right?" he answered. Y/N wasn't quite sure how to respond to that, because... well, they most certainly would come to bother him and he seemed like he just wanted his peace and quiet. Y/N knew perfectly well that most of the other girls wouldn't be able to handle long silences well and they'd just start babbling away. That wasn't the kind of man this guy was.

"I'd assume so. I can just sit with you, provide you some company, if you want. We don't need to talk." she answered. His eyes glanced around the room, as he huffed and then looked back at her. He patted the space next to him on the couch, motioning for her to sit down. She quickly obliged and sat down, making sure her lingerie was still in place. She felt pretty skimpy sitting next to him like that - basically in underwear, while he was wearing a dress shirt and slacks and looked classy as hell.

"You want me to buy you a drink or something?" he wanted to know. Y/N looked at him and then glanced down at the whiskey.

"It's up to you, really. Although I'd appreciate it." she replied with a slight smile. She'd usually have a drink at the beginning of her shift, so she'd feel more sociable, but she didn't have any time today.

"Sure, get yourself one of those, too. I'm not the one paying for them, my friend is." he said, smirking just a little.

"Your friend must be very generous, then." she replied with a smile. He laughed and shook his head.

"He is, he just doesn't know it yet." he then answered. She had made him laugh? That was a good sign. Maybe he'd actually warm up to her. She leaned over the back of the couch and motioned for Akiko to pour her the same drink. The most expensive whiskey on the card. Y/N never would have thought she'd be able to try that one. But here she was, waiting for someone to bring it down for her.

"Is it okay to smoke in here?" he wanted to know. Y/N quickly nodded as she watched him get a cigarette out of a slim and elegant cigarette casing. This man knew what classy meant, that much was clear.

"Want one too?" he asked, just as he was about to put the case back in his suit pocket. Y/N smiled.

"I wouldn't mind sharing one with you." she replied, the corners of her mouth curling up into a smile, as she turned towards him, resting her head in one of her hands. He turned the cigarette around in his hand and held it out to her.

"Why don't you do the honours?" he said. Y/N chuckled lowly and leaned forward, holding the cigarette between her lips, as she waited for him to get his lighter and light it for her. She took a deep drag of it and inhaled the smoke deeply, before turning her head a little and blowing the smoke out again. She took the cigarette between her fingers and handed it back to him.

"What's your name?" he asked, before taking a drag from the cigarette and handing it back to her. Y/N figured that it didn't really matter if she got more cash out of this guy or not. If tonight was her last night on earth, at least spending it with him seemed somewhat pleasant. Better than it could have been.

"Y/N L/N. What about yours?" she replied, before giving the cigarette back to him. He smiled appreciatively, probably because she hadn't given him some bullshit stripper name, but her real name. A lot of younger girls thought stripper names were the shit, but they really just sounded cheap as hell.

"Shouta Aizawa. Looks like your drink is here." he told her. Y/N turned around and saw a girl standing behind her, glaring at her, before she put the drink down on the table. Y/N wanted to thank her, but she had already disappeared again.Y/N turned back to Aizawa with a sigh and took a tiny sip from her whiskey.

"You like it?" Aizawa asked.

"I do. Thank you. Wow, I don't think I can ever go back to cheap whiskey..." she answered with a laugh. It wasn't even a lie, this stuff was like a revelation. It was balanced, it had distinct notes, it was smoky, but not unpleasantly so. Wow. Shouta Aizawa had spoiled cheap whiskey for her.

"So... I'm not quite sure how these things work, but... I guess you want me to go up to some room with you, don't you?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck, as if he was trying to hide some insecurity. He really didn't seem too enthusiastic on this whole thing, did he? Maybe he'd just prefer some quiet time...

"Well, you don't have to do anything, Aizawa. It's not like anyone can force you to spend your money here. Or your friend's money." she replied and took another sip of the whiskey. Damn, why was this so good?

"You'd get in trouble with your boss, if I didn't go up with you, wouldn't you?" he wanted to know, casually nodding in the direction of her boss. Y/N glanced back and saw her boss staring at the two of them. She drank another sip of whiskey. So he was watching to see if she could do it...

"I probably would, yes. But this isn't about me, it's about you, Aizawa." she replied. If someone like him made a choice he had to think he came to that decision all by himself. Pushing wouldn't do her any good here.

"Shouta."

"Sorry?"

"Shouta. Call me Shouta. Not like this is a very formal setting, anyway." he said with another scoff. Y/N chuckled and smiled widely, as he looked back at her boss who was watching and grimaced. He turned back to her with raised eyebrows and a slightly mischievous look on his face, as he finished his whiskey.

"Seems like he would be pretty mad, if you spent that much time on me and I didn't even leave a good amount of money here." Shouta said, his eyes mustering her with some sort of renewed interest.

"He would be. But it doesn't matter, he's always mad about something." Y/N replied, shuddering at the thought of her boss being truly, legitimately angry. It happened a few times a month and it was never pretty. Shouta groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. Y/N tilted her head a little.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's just... I didn't even want to come here in the first place. And now I still don't want to be here, but I also don't want to be rude. And I want to waste my friend's money. It's quite a predicament." he told her. Y/N finished off her whiskey, before sitting up straight. She had the perfect solution for him.

"You know... you could just pay me the highest rate, come up to my room with me and... relax. Just because you're paying the highest rate, doesn't mean you actually have to do anything. My room's fairly quiet, no one has to know. If that's what you want." she suggested.

He was giving her a testing look and Y/N thought he was going to look straight into her soul, that's how intense his gaze was. But then he leaned back and it was almost like a little smile was tugging on his lips.

"You're sure that won't be a problem?" Shouta asked. He looked like his only dream in life had just come true. Hopefully he wouldn't change his mind when they were up there. Y/N was quite happy seeing him as this one man who was ready to do her a favour and just let her have a few hours of peace and quiet herself. He had been very kind so far and it would break her heart if he turned out to be just like the rest. But Y/N knew better than to hope he was different.

"It won't be a problem at all. I can go up to my boss and tell him you want to book the highest rate and I can get us a bottle of whatever you want on the way, too. We don't have to go for the highest rate, either, if you want to keep your friend from paying that much." she told him. It was the bonus that kept her going now. Usually she couldn't care less if she got a client or not, but right now that bonus could save her life.

"Alright, let's do it. Highest rate, he deserves a bit of a culture shock." Shouta replied with a smirk.