𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑨

𝑶𝑵𝑬.

ADIA
Houston, Texas
Verse One, Chapter One

TW⚠️: This book contains graphic material that be sensitive to some viewers. If you are sensitive to some material this might not be the book for you.

Let Me Love You by Ariana Grande poured out of the speakers of the strip club as girls swung around poles and served drinks to the biggest ballers in town. PlayHouse was the place to be on the weekend the club was packed and money always rained inside. Women shook their assets hard trying to either pay for a bill or new pair of red bottoms. In the midst of all the ass jiggling was Adia one of the best damn bartenders in the game. She had been serving drinks for fouryears now alongside one of the vets, Monroe who just happened to be her mother. She was the one who got Adia the job at 18 so she could help pay some bills in their two-bedroom apartment.

"Girl stop slouching," Her thigh got whipped with a towel. "You got money to make," Adia groaned under the music as she straightened her posture her back cracking in the process. There was nothing she wanted more than to sit down but her mother was right, there was too much money out there tonight to be slacking.

"What can I get you, baby?" Adia flirted with a man in dark shades. Pushing her chest up she knew that he was staring at her double D's through his dark lenses.

"Let me get a shot of Ciroc and keep em coming," He slipped a twenty in between her breast. Adia's flirty demeanor changed as she turned around and poured him a shot. Her smile came back as she set it on the counter winking at him. Flirting with the men made them buy more drinks and when they bought more drinks it was easier to take their money.

Leaning against the bar she looked out into the crowd watching the girls dance some clothed and some fully naked showing every tattoo and piercing they had. When Adia first started off she had the opportunity to dance just like her mother had at the ripe age of 18 but that's not what Adia wanted to do. She was more comfortable with being behind the bar where there wasn't a drunk man gripping her waist and basically fucking her in the club.

"Give me something strong," Aaliyah, one of the dancers who was also her sister strutted up to the bar. She poured some Hennessey in a cup and set it down. Aaliyah threw it back and set a twenty on the bar. "Thanks, doll. Where ma?" Adia shrugged putting the twenty her sister gave her inside of her bra. Monroe had walked away and Adia paid no attention to where she went. "Alright well be safe. Let me go make this money," She pulled her thong up and walked away her ass jiggling hard with every step.

The rest of the night Adia stood pouring drinks and keeping off the floor. Sometimes she would go out there and deliver drinks to tables earning customers and extra tips but not tonight. All she wanted to do was get underneath her covers and go to sleep. The hours at the club were hectic as hell and she was beginning to despise the job. She couldn't wait to get out.

"Ohhh bitch we made money tonight!" Aaliyah yelled laughing with their middle sister Angel. They both danced and made very good money doing so. "Ma you saw how packed it was tonight? Everybody and they momma was in that bitch!"

"Yeah, I saw. I tried to get scary up here to go make her some money but she was acting funny," Monroe nudged her daughter playfully.

"Aye Dia, what's wrong with you?" Angel asked grabbing ahold of her seat. "You mad yo nigga wasn't in there tonight?"

"Uh-huh," Aaliyah laughed, "That's her problem."