Four strangers from different walks of life meet on a cruise and spend an unforgettable week together. All of them on their own self-discovering journeys, and onboard for different reasons.
Texan heiress and ballet prodigy, Brooklyn Brankovich, lon...
Chapter Forty: "10 on the court, #1 in your hearts"
I was reluctant to go into work for the first time after what happened at the meeting.
Before ten o'clock, I stepped foot inside The Playroom and instantly felt everyone's eyes burning into me.
They probably think I'm a snake, I thought negatively in my head, anxiety taking over. Venus was their friend and I'm the reason she's gone.
I paced carefully to the back where I put my things in a locker.
"Hey," a girl's voice called out. I turned with a gasp and saw Lyric and Journey standing behind my back. And they looked pissed.
"Hi," I dryly returned and tried pushing my way between them. When I did, I was stopped by another dancer, this one not as well-known as the other girls, though, but she still thought she was the shit.
"I'm Miss Nola Baby. You got our girl fired for fucking with you," she talked at me through bright pink-painted lips. My eyes couldn't look away from how chapped they were, I should've suggested she use some gloss, too. Her skin was a light brown color, she had on a lace front black twenty-two inch wig, multicolored stiletto nails, and false strip mink eyelashes - probably 25mm.
"I didn't get anything, she did it herself. Plus she's fine, so stop the Wentworth intimidating girl gang act and get on the pole," I mumbled.
Her medium brown eyes locked with my fearless golden-green ones and we engaged in a stare down for maybe a good thirty seconds before Mina clapped her hands firmly to get the strippers' attention.
"Get to work, bitches. Chop chop," she gawked, waving a band of money in the air.
Miss Nola Baby, or whoever the fuck, gave me a final stank look up and down then laughed to herself and switched away in her corset and sheer robe.
Bitch.
I slammed my locker shut and attempted walking out as I adjusted the strap to my Fanny pack.
"Brooklyn," Mina Vanjie called me. She waved her fingers, signaling me to go to her.
"Yes?" I asked politely. I didn't talk to Mina much but she seemed very cool and hilarious. On the other hand, she seemed like she didn't play and demanded respect, so I didn't want to get on her bad side, but I'm sure her loyalty is with the dancers (and Venus.)
"Don't listen to those girls, mami," she smacked on gum as she spoke to me, counting a bunch of one dollar bills, "stripper bitches get real cut throat, and Venus was their girl. You'd think little miss thing would be happy with Venus gone, means she can be one of Zane's top three now, but she just a hater. Don't sweat it. What Venus did to you is not your fault-"
"But that's the thing, it kind of is, I shouldn't have got drunk like that on the job," I tried defending Danielle (Venus.)
"Uh uh. Girl, everybody breaks the rules around this bitch. You're the new girl but you'll get the hang of it. And stop acting so soft, you gotta toughen up to survive at The Playroom - anyone here will tell you that. Your best bet is to just do what you're told and make sure you stay on Zane's good side, okay? Mm, now go get me a White Russian - oh, and a drink, too!" She joked, making us both crack up.
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