Go over and see what he wants.
From Create Your Own Story
Being a young teenage girl is tough!
You should never have come to the strip club tonight. When your fucking father threw the beer can at you, it must have knocked the sense out of you. Normally you just dance during the week, but this Friday was a terrible idea.
Mr. Jones is clearly eying you up and down, as you walk closer in your high school, little cheerleading outfit. He motions that you should sit down next to him. You have no choice - you have to see if there is anyway to get out of this, but it is disgusting that your teacher is here!
You nervously say, "Hi."
"Hi there, 'Lidia'." Mr. Jones smirks at your fake stripper name.
This is awful. You wish you could leave so badly! Ronnie is so fucking lucky that she has the other math teacher. Mr. Jones doesn't even know who she is, and so you are the only person at the club in this terrible situation.
"I think, 'Lidia', that I'm going to have to have a chat with your father about your 'job' here."
Mr. Jones is awful! There is no way that your father can find out this is where you've been working. He won't just throw a beer can at you - he'll kill you, and you'll never be able to leave the house again. As you start to tear up, you plead with Mr. Jones. "Please, please don't tell my daddy about this, Mr. Jones."
Mr. Jones can barely keep his eyes off your breasts, and as he looks at them, you know this is going to be akward. "What time do you finish tonight, 'Lidia'?"
"I picked up an extra shift tonight, so I'm going to leave later," you reply. As Mr. Jones puts a hand on your thigh, you grit your teeth, and start actually crying. Your mascara is fucked at this point, but there is no way it can get worse.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to leave now, Tiffany. Right now. Just meet me outside."
Oh shit. There is no doubt Mr. Jones is going to make you do something sexual. But will it be all that bad? And is it worth your father not finding out... along with everyone at school?
Do you?
- Meet him out back.
- Stay in the club and hope he just goes away.
- Try to sneak away as quickly as possible.
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
