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  With a name like Jezebel what did they expect? She used to be a straight A student, a goody-two-shoes if you will. But then it all changed. Her Dad walked out and her Mom brought home a different guy every night. Without any money there was never any food. If it weren't for their extremely "understanding" landlord, they wouldn't have even had a roof over their heads.

  Jezie could remember the first time they were late on a payment. Mr. Harrison had come up to their small one bedroom apartment around 7 one night. Her mother had yet to come home and Jezie had just got out of the shower. She answered the door in a ratty towel that was far too short. He said that he knew times were had and that he had an idea on how they could "pay" their rent.

  It had started off with showing him her body. The next month, he asked to touch her. Then in October she had to give him a hand job. November was a blow job. December 24th was the day she lost her virginity, and just so she could live in a run-down, crap-shack of an apartment.

  Apparently after a few months he had gotten tired of her. She would now have to do the same courtesies to his "friends" to pay the rent. Finally on the day she turned 18 Tony Harrison had a better idea on how she could pay rent. He owned a small strip club down the street from the building. Every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night she would dance, and then if the right "customer" came along she would top him off.

  The only difference now was she actually got paid wages. Of course Tony took 75 percent of that, but the tips were all hers. At first Jezebel resented this, but found that whenever she would list Tony as a reference for a different job, he would give her horrible references and she would never get it. She had no one else to ask, so Jezie was stuck.

  Gradually the dancing become less and the sex became more. In fact, most nights Tony would just call and give her a hotel room number and how many guys to expect that night.

  One Friday evening as Jezie was dusting glitter all over herself, her cell phone rang.

  "Change in plans babe. Tonight your dancing."

  Jezie hung up the phone and slipped on a long black trench. No need for clothes or make-up. Everything she would need was already at the club.

  Since this is only an intro, I'm thinking 5 rates, but I guess that's up to you guys! Let me know if you have any ideas or suggestions, they're always appreciated. Remember, Read-Rate-Comment!