Hi, I'm Beyoncé Knowles. I'm 16 years old and from Houston, Texas. What about my family? I don't really have any family. My dad is an alcoholic army veteran and my mother ran away to be with some European man. I fully blame her for my father's behavior. Who leaves their family behind like that? He actually used to be a great, loving man. Our family hasn't been the same since she left and that was when I was 14. My dad has tried to get better but he relapses over and over again. He actually became abusive and couldn't control his anger. I loved my father with all my heart, he was my hero growing up. I knew he was hurting though, he was sick and no longer able to take care of me and my younger sister. My mom packed her bags one day and never returned. She wrote me a letter saying how sorry she was and that she would come back in 6 months and move us to Greece with her if we wanted. I actually believed her but I haven't heard from her since. I used to read that letter every day hoping that she would come back for us, especially since my father was mentally ill. She never came and she didn't even bother keeping contact with us. I resent her more than anything.
I sent my 11 year old sister, Solange, away to live with our aunt about a month ago. So now she lives in New Orleans. I promised my aunt that I would come down a month later but that was a lie. I love my sister to death and I'll visit her whenever I can and try to get custody of her when I'm 18 and stable but as of right now I have other plans. I practically raised myself for the past two years and I don't need a baby sitter. I don't need anyone to feel sorry for me. I'm gonna do what I have to do to get by.
With that being said I started stripping about a year ago to make easy money. I hit puberty pretty early so I already had a nice shape. My hips were really starting to spread now that I'm 16. My ass was nice and plump but not too big and my titties were a decent size, about a 34C. Although my body was pretty mature, I still had a baby face. My features were soft, my lips were plump, and my eyes were a light brown/hazel color. I was basically every man's dream. I was very confident and had tons of sex appeal, I used that to my advantage to get what I wanted. Men would never expect me to be a virgin. I gave blow jobs though, especially when I needed extra cash. I didn't feel good about it but at least I was still somewhat pure. I want to give my all to someone special somewhere down the line. Men are animals so I know that I'm not ready for that yet. I've given head to married men while their wives blew up their phones. Like I said men are animals.
I got into stripping because my best friend, Natalia's older sister, Nicki, was a stripper and had a pole in the basement of their family home. She started teaching us basic tricks when we were 12 just for fun. We would do all kinds of kicks and flips. When I turned 14 we started to up the routines. I started shaking my ass and hitting splits. Nicki would always joke and say that if I didn't want to work a minimum wage job at 16 years old I could always work at The Pink Slip, where she worked. I guess I was kind of good. She was completely caught off guard when I actually told her that I was interested in working there.
Nicki was 21 years old and very understanding of my situation. She knew that I was struggling and my daddy was sick. She promised that she'd get me the job but she'd have to watch over me, she was like the big sister I never had. She showed me the ropes. The guys were never able to take advantage of me and the girls surely didn't mess with me. Nicki always had my back and I only worked the nights that she worked so that she could keep a close eye on me. I appreciated that. She helped me buy my costumes, she did my hair and make up, took me to get waxed, helped me band up my money at the end of the night, and everything in between. Although she was helped me a lot she never babied me. She told me about saving my money and gave me the ins and out of the stripper lifestyle. She talked to me like I was an adult which was okay because I was pretty mature for my age. Everyone already thinks that I'm 18, oh and my stripper name is "Honey". It has everything to do with my skin complexion, eyes, and honey blonde hair color.
My highlight would definitely be when Nicki took me to Miami to strip at different clubs for All-Star weekend. I remember being mad at her for a week straight because she didn't take me when I was 15. She knew that I wasn't quite ready for that scene but when she came back I had a year to prove to her that I had what it takes. Although I wasn't able to drink and indulge in drugs, I made a shit load of money. I was the rookie of the weekend but the niggas were definitely loving me. Bitches were jealous but what's new. I don't need a fake ass and huge silicon titties to get dollars. Nicki was definitely proud of me and I officially had enough money to make the moves that I wanted to make.
It is now June. I sent my father to a rehab facility in Wisconsin to get himself together. My sister is in New Orleans and I'm at the airport headed to New York. I've always been musically inclined and I love to paint. Some of the best artist are from New York and I've always been obsessed with the culture. I told myself that if I ever got the chance to leave Houston, I was headed to NYC. I convinced Nicki that I had a grandmother in New York and that's where I had to stay now that my father was away. I didn't like lying to Nicki but I needed to get away and I knew that she wouldn't let me do it on my own.
I have a homie named Ron that I met in Miami that owns a club in New York. We've been chatting for a few months now and he's giving me a spot at his joint. He also said that he has a spot for me to stay so I'm definitely grateful. Of course I'm nervous about doing everything on my own but what do I have to lose? I know this is a lot to take on but I just hope that I'M READY.
AN: Short chapter but it's just the intro. I really want to know what you guys think about this story. Hopefully it'll help me with my writers block because I have so many ideas for it. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much and I enjoy writing it. Please comment and tell me what you think. Yay or nay? I don't want to waste my time if no one is interested.
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No Angel
FanfictionBaby put your arms around me, tell me I'm a problem. No, I'm not the girl you thought you knew and thought you wanted. Underneath the pretty face there's something complicated. I come with a side of trouble but I know that's why you're staying.