"you either watch me on stage or i could give you lap dance."
"what if i just want to spend time with you?"
"sorry baby we don't do that here."
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in which a stressed college student stumbles upon a nightclub that brings him to the woman of his...
I hope that this week so far has been great-I'm wishing you all love and light. The wattpad drama these past few days have been crazy. And so I will put my disclaimer here.
I myself am a black woman. And I used reflections of my life in my books - which is why I typically have black OCs. (I do not make CharacterxReader books) If you feel uncomfortable with my character's race/ethnicity then you can kindly leave.
I will not tolerate any ignorance within my books.
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TW: Adult Content
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"What do you mean I don't have enough?! Donald this is all the money for this month's rent. I counted it myself and I know I'm not short."
The dirty paper slid through the grey and blue counting machine once more as each bill was scanned. Impatiently the woman and man stared at it reading the numbers printed on the screen.
"You're short two hundred."
Sighing manicured fingers dipped into the black purse and selected two crinkled bills. They were placed on the table as the worn hand retrieved them. Calmly the woman sat in the office chair waiting for the moment she was able to leave. The white man took his time to collect and organize the bills before shoving them in his drawer.
"Thank you." He muttered looking over to the girl as she tried to restrain the anger in her face. She nodded now standing up from her seat.
"See you next week Donald." She spat out closing the door after her. The door closed with a thud as she hurriedly walked out of the office. She was sure steam was flying out of her nose and ears as she heavily breathed out. Light rain fell onto her shoulders as she walked along the sidewalk. Her landlord didn't live by her apartment and she had to often catch a subway to go deeper into town. Today she had an early shift though and her travel would be cut short.
The strip club wasn't her favorite place though it had its perks. She just hated having to put on skimpy outfits each night and dance for men who most likely wanted to take advantage of her. It was easy money though most of the time, less work than her webcam site. Her private video gig was a newer addition that helped boost some of her cash flow. The page alone helped her send money back home to her parents regularly.
A hint of embarrassment and shame always washed over her body as she came to the realization that she was selling her body to stay alive. But her visa hadn't been certified and getting a real job was a struggle for her alone. The strip club only needed verification of her age and the webcams were online. She felt lucky knowing that she was even able to live in a decent apartment and have food on the table.
Soon enough she found herself in the locker room of the club.
Sighing, she set her bags down and plopped into the torn chairs. There were a few other girls in the room though most of them paid her no mind. Nefertiti, whose real name was Whitney, had shooed the other girls off of Cleo's back. Jealous that she was the lead woman, other girls would physically and verbally attack her within her first five months of being there. Nefertiti was the one who warned them if they even touched the chair she sat in she would have them fired and god knows what else.
