MidReal Story
Seductive Ambitions
Scenario: A man working a regular full time job meets a stripper and they start a porn business together - a grand turn of events
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I was at the bar, sipping on my beer when she walked in.
She was a sight to behold, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
She had this aura around her that made her stand out from the rest of the crowd.
Her hair was a vibrant shade of red, and it was styled in a way that made it look like she had just rolled out of bed.
Her eyes were sharp, and they seemed to be scanning the room for something or someone.
She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, and she walked with confidence as if she owned the place.
I watched as she made her way to the bar and took a seat on one of the stools.
The bartender came over to take her order, and she asked for a glass of whiskey.
I couldn’t help but stare at her as she sat there, swirling the drink in her hand and staring off into space.
There was something about her that drew me in, and I found myself wanting to know more about her.
I have no idea what I’m doing here.
I should be at home, working on my business plan or something.
But instead, I’m sitting at the bar, nursing a beer and trying to drown out the noise of the mundane conversations going on around me.
It’s not like I haven’t heard them all before.
I’ve been coming to this place for years, and it’s always the same people, talking about the same things.
The only difference is that now I’m one of them.
I used to be different.
I used to have big dreams and ambitions, but somewhere along the way, I lost sight of them.
I got stuck in a dead-end job that I hated, and now I spend my days staring at a computer screen, counting down the minutes until I can leave.
That’s not who I am.
That’s not who I want to be.
I was lost in my thoughts when I saw her walk in.
She was like a breath of fresh air, a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.
She walked with purpose, her head held high and her eyes scanning the room as if she were looking for someone or something.
She was unlike anyone I had ever seen in this place, or maybe even anywhere for that matter.
She had an air of confidence about her that was almost intimidating, but it was also incredibly attractive.
As she sat down at the bar, the other patrons seemed to draw back, giving her space as if she were a queen seated on her throne.
And in that moment, she was.
It was like a spotlight had been cast upon her, illuminating her in a way that made it impossible for me to look away.
Despite the dim lighting and the smoky haze that filled the bar, she stood out like a beacon in the night, and I couldn’t help but stare at her.
She was absolutely stunning.
Her hair was what caught my attention first.
It was a vibrant shade of red, and it looked like she had just rolled out of bed and left it as it was.
It was messy and unkempt, but somehow it worked, giving her an air of effortless sexiness.
Her eyes were sharp and focused as if she were lost in thought, and they were framed by long lashes that made them stand out even more.
Her lips were full and pink, and they were slightly parted as if she were deep in concentration.
She had high cheekbones and a strong jawline that gave her face an almost sculpted appearance.
The dress she was wearing was simple yet elegant, and it hugged her curves in all the right places, making it impossible to look away from her as she sat there at the bar.
Everything about her screamed confidence and mystery, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to her.
I didn’t know who she was or why she was here, but I knew that I wanted to find out more about her.
She was still sitting at the bar when Mike came over to join me a few minutes later.
“Hey man,” he said as he took a seat beside me.
“Sorry I’m late.I got held up at work.”
“It’s no problem,” I said with a shrug as I took a sip of my beer.
“I haven’t been waiting that long.”
Mike was a good friend of mine, and we had known each other for years.
We worked together at the same company and had bonded over our mutual hatred of our boss and our terrible jobs.
He was more outgoing and sociable than me, and he was always dragging me out to parties and bars even when I’d rather be at home alone.
But tonight, for once, I was actually glad that he’d managed to convince me to come out with him.
I needed to get out of the house and clear my head for a while, and this seemed like a good way to do it.
“Did you see that girl who just walked in?”
Mike said as he motioned over to the bar where she was sitting.
“Who?”
I said as I followed his gaze and saw her sitting there, her back turned to us as she took another sip of her whiskey.
“The one with the red hair,” Mike said as he wagged his eyebrows suggestively.
“Yeah, I saw her,” I said with a shrug as I turned away from her and took another sip of my beer.
“What about her?”
“Dude, she’s hot,” Mike said with a grin as he elbowed me in the side.
“You should go talk to her.”
“No way,” I said as I shook my head and tried to ignore her as she sat there at the bar with her back still turned towards us.
“I’m not interested.”
“You’re not interested?”
Mike said with a laugh as he took another sip of his drink.
“You’re not serious right now, are you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that you’re either blind or gay,” Mike said with a laugh as he shook his head at me as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“That girl is probably the hottest one in this place right now.”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him as he said that because he was right on both counts.
She was definitely the most attractive woman here at the moment, and there was no denying that she had a certain appeal about her that made it impossible for me to look away from her as she continued to sit there at the bar.
And as much as it pained me to admit it, there was something about her that drew me to her like a moth to a flame.
I could feel the pull of her gaze even though she wasn’t looking at me, and I couldn’t stop myself from glancing over at her every few seconds to see what she was doing and who she was with.
I just needed a minute to get my head on straight so that when the time came for me to go over there and talk to her, I would be ready to do it without making any mistakes or tripping over my own feet as I made my way towards her to ask her for her name and start a conversation with her about whatever happened to be on our minds at the time because something told me that we were going to have plenty of things to talk about once we got started because from the moment that she walked into this bar with her striking red hair and slender body that seemed to defy gravity even in the most unflattering positions or lighting situations, it was clear to me—and probably anyone else who happened to be watching—that we were going to get along just fine because even though we didn’t know anything about each other yet—I couldn’t have even told you her name if you had asked me—there was something about her that made me feel like we were meant to be together because no one with hair as red as hers could possibly think otherwise or disagree with me when it came down to it.
“Are you going to go talk to her or not?”
That was the moment she looked up and stared right at me with those hypnotic gray eyes of hers, the whiskey still cradled in her hand as she waited for me to make my move, saying nothing and challenging me to come over there and ask her what her name was, to find out everything about her that had already piqued my interest more than anything or anyone else ever had until this point in my life.
I hesitated for a moment before saying, “I thought you were asleep.”
“Of course I am,” she said, her gaze unwavering as she spoke, “but I can still tell that you’re looking at her, and it’s starting to get annoying.”
“Why should it annoy you?”I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as I turned to face her fully for the first time in what felt like hours, even though it had only been a few minutes since she had walked through the doors and taken a seat at the bar, “It’s not like we’re together anymore.”
“We weren’t together then,” she said, rolling her eyes as she spoke, “and we’re definitely not together now, so why don’t you just go over there and talk to her already?”
“What am I going to say?”
I asked nervously, trying to keep my voice steady as I turned to face her once more, “I don’t even know her name.”
The woman shrugged before saying, “Just introduce yourself and ask her what her name is, and then see where the conversation goes from there.”
“Thanks,” I muttered, rolling my eyes as I spoke before turning around on my stool once more and taking a deep breath to prepare myself to do something that was way out of my comfort zone but something that needed to be done all the same if I ever hoped to make anything of myself in this world beyond simply existing from one day to the next without ever making anything worthwhile of myself or my time or my money, even though all of my friends seemed to think that I had everything going for me and was sure to become a great success in whatever career path I chose for myself.
Once I had fully turned around on my stool and was ready to stand up and walk over to where the woman with the striking red hair was sitting at the bar with a half-empty glass of whiskey in her hand and a look of mild interest on her face as she watched me make my way over to her, I took a deep breath and prepared myself to introduce myself and ask her what her name was before the moment passed and I lost my nerve and walked out of the bar alone once again without ever knowing anything about her beyond the fact that she had bright red hair and was somehow more confident than anyone else in this place or any other place that I had ever been before.
“Hi,” I said once I reached her side and took a seat beside her, “I’m John.”
“Hi,” the woman said in return, “I’m Sarah.”
Sarah,” I repeated with a nod before taking a sip of my beer and trying to think of something else to say before the moment passed once again and I lost my nerve and walked out of the bar by myself once more.
“What are you drinking?”
I asked after a moment when nothing else came to mind right away.
“Whiskey,” Sarah answered after taking another sip from her glass, “and that’s what I’m drinking now.”
“You know,” I said after a moment, “I really hate my job.”
“What do you do?”
I work in an office,” I answered after a moment while taking another sip of my beer.
“It’s your typical nine-to-five office job where I basically sit in front of a computer screen all day long and type pretty much the exact same stuff that I typed the day before and all the days before that.”
“And what would you rather be doing instead?”
Sarah asked curiously.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged as I answered.
“But you must have some idea,” Sarah pressed after a moment.
“I mean,” she continued with a half-smile on her face, “we all have dreams and aspirations about what we want to do with our lives.
And I knew that she was right, even though part of me didn’t want to admit it to myself that I was wrong and that I knew all along what I wanted to do with my life but had simply been too afraid to admit it to myself or anyone else in my life, including my friends who I had known all of my life and had always been there for me through thick and thin.
“I don’t know,” I said after a moment.
“It sounds like you do know,” Sarah answered as she turned her body so that she was facing me square on instead of sitting sideways on her stool as she had been when I first walked over to her, “but you’re too afraid to admit it to yourself or anyone else because you’re afraid of what might happen if you fail and are left with nothing.”
“I guess,” I said after a moment, surprised by how easily Sarah seemed to be able to read me after only knowing me for a few minutes at most.
“But what do I know?”
Sarah said after a moment as she shrugged her shoulders, “After all, what do I know?”
“What do you mean?”
I asked in response.
“Well,” Sarah answered, “in high school, I was one of those girls who was always at the top of my class and was expected to go on to great things after graduation in everything that I chose to do with my life.”
“And now?”
Sarah chuckled softly as she shook her head before answering, “Now, I run an online business that most people would find distasteful, if not downright disgusting, and is something that I don’t tell many people about because it would ruin my reputation and the reputation of the business that I built from the ground up.”“How did you go from being at the top of your high school class to running a business that you don’t feel comfortable telling people about?”
I asked in response, fascinated by Sarah’s story and how open and honest she was being about everything that she had been through in her life, even though I barely even knew her name, much less anything else about her.
“Well,” Sarah answered as she took another long drink from her glass, “after high school, I went away to college so that I could get my degree and eventually become an accountant.”“But now you run an online business that you don’t want anyone to know about,” I said in response.
“What happened?”
“Well,” Sarah answered, “to make a long story short, things didn’t work out the way that I planned, and I found myself working as a stripper in a club on the outskirts of town trying to pay my bills while figuring out what I wanted to do with my life.”“Sounds like fun,” I said as I raised an eyebrow at Sarah in response.
“The opposite actually,” Sarah said as she took another long drink from her glass before continuing, “The truth is that when most people think about strippers and strip clubs, they think that they’re glamorous places where beautiful women take off their clothes when they dance onstage while men throw money at them like it’s going out of style, but in reality, it’s not like that at all.”“It’s not?”
I asked in response, surprised by what Sarah was saying because I had never been to one of those places before and didn’t know anyone who had been either, so I really didn’t have anything to compare what Sarah was saying too.
“No it’s not,” Sarah answered as she shook her head before continuing, “The truth is that strip clubs are places where dreams go to die where girls go when they’re lost, with broken dreams and no plans for the future.”Sarah took another long drink from her glass before continuing, “Almost everyone I knew there was one of those girls and was only there because they had nowhere else to go and no other way to make the money they needed to live their lives.”“And you?”
I asked as I raised an eyebrow at Sarah in response.
“How did you escape?”
The next thing I knew, Sarah was looking at me with wide eyes as though the answer was obvious and said, “I left.”
“And did what?”
I asked as I raised an eyebrow at Sarah in response.
“I started my own business,” Sarah answered as she took another long drink from her glass before continuing, “I knew that if I was going to get out of there and have a life that was worth living that I had to do something about it instead of sitting around and waiting for something to happen.”“That sounds easy enough,” I said as I shrugged my shoulders and looked at Sarah in return.
“But it’s not something that most people are willing to do.”
“And what about you?”
Sarah asked as she leaned back against her chair.
“What about me?”
I asked as I raised an eyebrow at Sarah in response.
“What about you?”
Sarah repeated as she took another long drink from her glass before continuing.
“How did you escape?”
When I opened my mouth to respond, I found myself looking at Sarah with wide eyes as though the answer was obvious but couldn’t come up with anything to say next.
Instead of making me feel bad or trying to push me into saying something more, Sarah just smiled at me as though she understood how I felt and said, “It’s nice to meet someone who doesn’t think that I’m crazy for being honest about what I want out of my life.”
“So you started your own business?”
I asked as I looked at Sarah with wide eyes as though the answer was obvious.
It was hard work and took some time, but eventually things worked out for me, and now I’m doing what I love every single day,” Sarah answered as she leaned back against her chair.“What kind of business is it?”
“A business consulting firm,” Sarah answered as she smiled at me in return.
“Why are you here?”
“I have no idea,” I answered as I raised an eyebrow at Sarah in return.
“You know, it’s not that hard to figure out that you’re not happy with your life and you want something more,” Sarah said as she looked at me with a raised eyebrow as though she knew what I was thinking about but didn’t really know how to put it into words.
“And it’s not that hard to see that you have the potential to do anything you want but are too scared to take a risk that might not work out for you.”
“Are you saying that I should quit my job?”
“Is it a job you like?”
“It’s a job that pays the bills.”
“So it’s not a job that you like?”
“It’s a job,” I said as I shrugged my shoulders once more, and Sarah just shook her head at me in return.
“And that’s exactly why you feel the way that you do, Johnathan, because if you’re not doing something that you love with your life, then all you’re doing is wasting your time on this earth being miserable for no reason at all.”
“How can I just quit my job and start over?”
“What are you going to start over at?”
“I don’t know yet…”
“Then figure it out,” Sarah said as she took another long drink from her glass.
“There are plenty of things that you can do that will make you happy, but you have to figure out what that is first before you can get started on working towards it.”
“You don’t think it’s that easy?”
“Nothing is easy, and if you think that anything is easy, then you’re fooling yourself,” Sarah said as she leaned back against her chair once more.
“But if there is one thing that I learned from working at the club and trying to get through college when all of the classes were so boring that they made me want to die inside is that if you want anything badly enough and are willing to work for it, then there is nothing that can stop you from getting it other than yourself.”
“And what about you?”
I asked as I looked at Sarah with wide eyes once more.
“Me what?”
Sarah asked as she raised an eyebrow at me in return.
“What did you study in college?”
I asked as I looked at Sarah with wide eyes once more.
“It was business management.”
