the pole dancers innocence

     Being a Ballerina was all Saoirse O'Ryan had ever dreamed of. All her life she had trained just for that. Her father had spent all and any extra money to get his little girl the lessons she needed to be accepted into the best ballet school in the Seattle area. He was an Irish immigrant who worked on the docks and used his earning to give his tiny daughter the opportunity to dance and make a career of it.       She had been dancing since the age of four. She was good at it. He was proud of her. Then she was accepted into a ballet troupe that was set to travel the world, and she was to dance the lead. Donovan O'Ryan was so very proud of his beautiful daughter. Watching her dance up on the stage and receive the allocates from the audience. He was the first to thrust a huge bouquet of roses into her arms. She danced like an Angel. She received high praise and had a strong following of admirers. His daughter had made it. She was a Ballerina. A pretty Irish lass had made it against all odds. She was tiny, talented, and very beautiful.       Three weeks before her troupe was scheduled to leave Seattle for Europe a terrible accident happened. Her dance partner, of the last year, dropped her. She had taken a leap and he was supposed to catch her high in the air but for some reason his arms weren't there and she crashed to floor. She broke her hip and pulled the muscles in her back. Ending her opportunity to go on tour. Also ending her career as a Ballerina.       After a couple weeks in the hospital and then weeks in physical rehab she was able to walk again and move about, but her chances of rejoining the ballet were gone. She moved back in with her dad. He did his best to cheer her up, but they both knew the dream was gone. She took a job on the docks at a dinner. Slinging hash and filling coffee cups of the guys her dad worked with. Making tips and helping her dad pay the hospital bills for her accident. She was depressed and broken. All she ever wanted was to dance ballet on the stage in front of an audience, but now she only danced in her makeshift studio that her dad had built for her years ago. Her heart was no longer in it.       After six months of watching his daughter struggle to regain her poise and personality Donovan decided to send Saoirse to Chicago. His  brother and wife lived there and he wanted to get her out of Seattle where her dreams lay broken, to find a fresh start. Her uncle Liam was married and had a daughter too. Hopefully the two girls could become good friends and help each other so Donovan called his brother and told him about the accident and how depressed his little girl had become. He asked for his help and Liam told him to send her along and he and His wife Maevis would be glad to have her. So she packed up her suitcases and moved herself to Chicago to live with an Uncle she could barely remember and an Aunt and cousin she had never met.      Saoirse stepped off the greyhound bus and waited for the driver to pull the luggage from the lower compartment and set it on the pavement to be claimed. Spotting hers she flipped her red ponytail over her shoulder and grabbed the handles to her suitcases. Lugging them into the lobby of the bus station her blue eyes skirted over the people standing around waiting for people to depart the bus and greet them. She continued to run her eyes over the faces of the people there and didn't recognize anyone who looked familiar. She waited around for two hours. She even tried the phone number her father had given her for her uncle. There was no answer. Feeling deflated, and alone she sat down in a hard plastic chair with her luggage by her knees. She couldn't call her father. She didn't want to worry him. He was so sure this move was what she needed to kick start her life again. Only it looked like her Uncle Liam had stood her up and didn't really want her there with his family.       Shaking her head  she went over to the newspaper machine and dropped the correct change in and grabbed a news paper. Opening to the classified she looked for a room for rent cheap! Her nose deep into the paper she didn't notice a young woman across the room watching her. After a bit the girl walked over to Saoirse and sat down in the chair next to her.      "Hi!" She greeted. Her green eyes smiling in a friendly fashion. "New to town?"      Saoirse squinted her blues eyes and looked at her. Taking in her blonde locks and green eyes. She was dressed in skinny jeans and a black tank top. Knee boots and a wide belt around her hips. "Is it that obvious?" She grinned.       "I'm Silver." She extended her hand. Saoirse shook it. "You need a place to live?"      "My name is Saoirse, and yes apparently. My Uncle was supposed to pick me up but it looks as though he changed his mind." She shrugged. "I'm looking for a cheap room somewhere until I can get a job."      "How old are you?" Silver looked over Saoirse's face. She was very pretty. Red curly hair and beautiful soft complexion. Her skin that pale porcelain perfection of the Irish with a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. "I may know a place that's available. I live in an artist's loft. We share a space, but have private sleeping areas. But you have to be at least eighteen to be there. House rules."      "I'm twenty two, but I'm not an artist." Saoirse responded.      "Well neither am I, but I am a dancer, s***h model." Silver giggled. "Exotic dancer. I work at a club not to far from the loft. My boyfriend is in a band. He lives in the loft too.We are all considered artists. You don't have to just paint you know."      "I guess your right. I'm a dancer too. Ballet." She smiled shyly.      "I knew it! I watched you walk over to the paper machine and knew you walked to gracefully to not be a dancer. I mean, if you need a place to lay her head for a while the loft is perfect! It's co ed. I won't lie, but everyone who lives there are awesome! We have models, dancers, musicians, actors, and artists. We live communally. Like one big happy family. Scott, that's my boyfriend, he's picking me up in a bit. You want to come and check it out? If they don't have a private space available for you right now I'll share my space with you. It's not much. but it's safe and warm, and everyone is friendly and helpful." Silver smiled broadly.      Saoirse grinned. "Why not? It's better than looking for a room alone somewhere. How much is rent?"      "Well that's up to Brady. He owns the loft, and rents the spaces out, but it won't be that much. And if you share with me probably only $250."      Saoirse nodded her head. "I can cover that. If they don't mind."      "Oh I know Brady won't mind. He might even talk you into posing for him. He is a painter. He's trying to get enough paintings together for showing. You have great bones. Bet that's the first thing he says to you." She giggled. "It's his favorite pick up line."      Soon a shaggy haired, lean fellow in torn jeans an t-shirt and leather jacket stood next to Silver's chair. He leaned down a gave her a quick peck on the mouth. "Hi babe. You waiting long?" He pushed his shaggy dark hair out of his eyes.       "Not too long." She smiled up at him. "Babe this is Saoirse. She just got into town and she's looking for a place to live and work. I thought we could take her to the loft, introduce her to Brady and the gang and maybe tomorrow I could take her to the club and she could audition for a job."      Scott looked over Saoirse. "Yeah I guess. You dance too?"      "Umm, well, I was in a ballet troupe but, that was almost a year ago."      Silver giggled. "Honey, dancing is dancing. If it's in your blood it doesn't matter what kind it is. You just have to do it."       Saoirse grinned. "You're right. I'm itching to get back up on the stage."      Scott helped her with her bags and she walked out to the parking lot with Silver and Scott to an older pick-up. He dropped her nags and a smaller one of Silver's into the bad and all three climbed in to the cab. Silver scrunching into the middle.