Faith (Hades Angels #1)
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Authors: Elizabeth Hayes
Faith
Hades’ Angels ~ Book One
Elizabeth Hayes
Faith
Copyright © 2014 by Elizabeth Hayes.
All rights reserved.
First Print Edition: September 2015
Limitless Publishing, LLC
Kailua, HI 96734
Formatting: Limitless Publishing
ISBN-13: 978-1-68058-262-8
ISBN-10: 1-68058-262-3
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.
Dedication
My Mom.
January 1959 - August 1999
Cancer sucks. It was not breast cancer that took her from us. It was Pancreatic cancer.
Table of Contents
I sat in the leather chair across from the doctor, my mother beside me with a death grip on my hand. Many times had I sat in this very chair only to get my hopes shot down. I had received so much bad news in the past two years that I had given up. On the ride over, I sat in the passenger seat next to my mother who was going on and on about how it would be different this time. This time I would get the news we were hoping for. I didn’t have the heart to tell her how I was feeling. I let her hope for the best when in reality I was just hoping to get this visit out of the way, and move on to the next set of treatments. I sat in that uncomfortable chair staring at the doctor who was in charge of my treatment plan, waiting for him to drop yet another bomb.
I spaced out as he started talking about everything we had already done. I had no interest in hearing about the combinations of chemo and surgeries that I had already gone through. I was more concerned about what came next. What treatments we hadn’t tried yet. When I felt my mother gripping my hand and heard her let out a small cry, I finally tuned back in. This was it; we would discuss the next set of treatments.
“Are you sure?” my mother choked out.
“Yes, as of right now there are no signs of cancer present.”
I turned and looked at the doctor in disbelief.
“Excuse me, what did you say?” I asked him.
“Laura, I can finally say that you appear to be cancer free. As of right now, you are in remission. We will still keep a close watch over the next couple of years to make sure the cancer has not returned.”
I sat there stunned in complete disbelief of what I had just heard.
I had already undergone a double mastectomy with reconstruction. My body is no longer the same. I can’t look at my naked body in the mirror and feel like I once did. My soft breasts were now replaced with hard, silicone bags of saline. The worst part, my nipples were gone. I no longer feel comfortable naked, or in a bathing suit. It’s the little things everyone wishes they could control about their nipples—hardening at the wrong time, double-checking your bikini top in the pool to make sure your nipples are covered. No longer did I have to worry about tight fitting sweaters or shirts when it was cold. I wouldn’t have that problem.
I was in a complete daze as we left the doctor’s office that day. The drive home, my mother was overjoyed and crying, saying how it was a miracle and that she knew it was finally over. I would be able to live the life she had always dreamed for me. I, on the other hand, was preoccupied with wondering how I was ever going to live a normal life with all the surgeries and chemo I had gone through. I was deformed. I would never have kids. I was destined to live out my life in worry and loneliness. How could I open myself up and let anyone in? I would constantly think about what would happen if the cancer came back, and if it was to come back, maybe somewhere that wasn’t as treatable. Could I bring myself to let someone in, and love me only to tear their heart out and leave them? It was bad enough I knew the possibilities, but I wasn’t sure I could impose that on someone else.
I spent the rest of the day in a state of bewilderment. My mother wanted to celebrate. I wasn’t in the mood. I know that after getting such great news I should have wanted to go out and scream it from the rooftops. That just wasn’t my style. I wanted to go back to my apartment, take a long hot bath, and try to wrap my head around it all. For such a long time my life revolved around doctor visits, trips to the hospital, chemo, and spending a lot of time trying to get to the bathroom before I got sick. I didn’t know how to live a so-called normal life.
My mother and father both called throughout the day to check on me. I was fine. For once I was okay. I didn’t want to tell them I was still worried, or they would drive straight over and want to sit with me. Just last week, we went out to dinner for my birthday. I had turned twenty-one. While most people my age took advantage of finally being able to drink alcohol, I was sitting in the restaurant with my parents worried about my next appointment, all while listening to them ask me every five seconds how I was. I sat there and picked at my food, wishing I was one of those girls just for a day. Just for one day, celebrating finally being able to drink, dancing the night away with my closest friends. Although, it only reminded me that I didn’t have anyone to spend it with.
I went to school during the day, taking just enough general education classes to be considered full-time. I didn’t know where my life was headed, and didn’t know how much time I really had. I sat at my computer looking through the want ads, trying to find something that would take my mind off things. Maybe what I needed was a part-time job so that I could pretend I was normal. As I scrolled to the bottom of the page, one ad stood out and I clicked on it.
Dancers Wanted
I wasn’t sure why it caught my attention. Maybe it was pure curiosity. I read the description over and over again.
Female dancers wanted. Must be able to work nights and weekends. Makes own schedule, young and attractive is a plus. Apply in person.
The following night, I got dressed in a pair of skinny jeans, a hot pink tank top, and a black leather jacket, finishing it off with black, high-heeled boots. Then I threw on my long black wig and did my make-up. I made my way across town to Hades’ Angels to check it out. As I pulled into the parking lot of this gentlemen’s club, I sat back in my seat, debating on driving home or going in to see what it was all about. Curiosity won out. I got out of my car on shaky legs. The black sign above the door read Hades’ Angels. The word
Hades
had been designed to appear as though it was on fire, while
Angels
was in white script with a halo above it. I could hear music blaring as I made my way to the front door where a scary looking man greeted me—big bulging muscles, shaved head, wearing all black, he had a radio attached to his hip.
“Welcome to Hades. What can I do for you?” he asked, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Um, I was ahhhh…I saw an ad online saying you were hiring,” I mumbled.
“Follow me,” he said, holding the door for me. He spoke into his headset and then motioned for me to take a seat on the couch just inside the door. A girl who looked around my age sat behind a counter next to another door that must have led into the club.
“Jade will be out in a few minutes,” he said before walking back out the front door.
“Don’t let him scare ya, hon. He won’t bite. He’s a big ol’ teddy bear.” The girl behind the counter tapped her pen on the gleaming surface. “My name’s Ella, what’s yours?”
“Laura.” I smiled at her, hoping I didn’t look too nervous.
“Laura, huh? Well, if you’re going to work here, you’ll need a different name. The girls either already have a name they go by, or they pick something they like. You know what? I think you look like a Faith.” She beamed. “Don’t worry, I try to name everyone who comes in here. Some take my suggestions and some don’t.”
“I think I like that name. Faith.”
“Faith it is.” She continued tapping her pen against the counter.
A few minutes later, a woman with a ponytail of long, dark hair that was almost black walked through the door. She wasn’t much taller than me, making her around five-foot-three. She held her hand out and said, ”Hi, I’m Jade.”
“Hi, Jade.” I shook her hand.
“I’m sure you already met Ella?”
“Yup, and I already named her,” Ella cut in. “She looks like a Faith.”
“Hmmm, Faith. Yeah, I think you are right, Ell.” She turned back to me. “So, Faith, I’m going to take a wild guess and say you haven’t worked in a gentlemen’s club before.” She gave me a wicked smile.
“No, I haven’t. Will that be a problem?” I asked shyly.
“Not at all. Have you ever been to one before or is this another first for you?”
“Another first.”
“Well, let me tell you a little bit about this club before we go in. First, we are not a nude bar. We serve alcohol so it’s topless only. Topless means you keep your pussy covered at all times. Do not, and I repeat,
do not
show it to anyone while you are out on the floor. I don’t care how much money they offer to get a quick peek, don’t do it. Second, because we have a full bar, nipples need to be covered whenever you are on the floor. This means you need to wear pasties, latex, whatever you want, but there will be no areola or nipples showing at any time. I like having my liquor licenses and would really appreciate not getting slapped with a big fine because you showed your pussy or nipples to some guy for twenty bucks. Third, if a guy propositions you for sex and I find out you took him up on it, your ass will be fired faster than you can say sorry. You got it?”
“Yes. No having sex with the customers, no showing pussy or nipples. I got it.”
She smiled. “Good. Now let’s go take a look around the club and see how you feel about everything when you see it in action. Follow me.” She motioned to the door next to the counter where Ella sat.
“Good luck, Faith. Don’t let them scare you away,” Ella chimed in as I started to follow Jade through the door.
The music was blasting, and the room was dark except for a spotlight that lit up a girl on stage. She was swinging herself around a pole as guys tossed dollars in front of her. I watched as she danced around the stage, taking money from the men, while leaning over them and rubbing her breasts on their faces.
I followed Jade to the back of the room and then up a set of stairs to her office.