Business & Love

Chapter 1

"Tyrell hand me my bag please." I said as I started to pack for tonight.

He groaned then nods and handed me my bag. "Why not just go back home, and I mean home home." He says.

"To Georgia, hell no. I am good." I say, while glancing at him from the corner of my eye.

"Myra Come on." He says as he places his hand on my shoulder. I turn to him and sigh then out of nowhere we make eye contact.

I watch his eyes travel my body then I quickly look away. "Ok I got to go, I will see you later on. Hopefully I will be home by 3am." I say grabbing all my stuff then walking out.

Before he can say anything I quickly walk out. Tyrell is my best friend, and I have the biggest crush on him. From his personality to his laugh. I like it all. I've known him since 8th grade. He's 19 years old, with a girlfriend whose been his girlfriend for 10 months now and he's also a college student. I left Georgia last year to come out here to L.A. With him.

My name is Myra, Myra Chantel Mitchell. I'm 5'7 and Caramel skinned. I have a few tattoos and I'm also black and Brazilian. I am 18 years old and I'm also a virgin. My legs will stay closed for the right person to come along. Even though honestly, I really hope Tyrell will take it. I'm also a college student, but my scholarship money has been put on hold for awhile now, so I found a job. I'm a stripper at Queen of Hearts on Sunset Blvd. This job is helping me with all I need. I worked it out with my boss Marcus so I can be the last performance, that's when all the guys who come just throw the rest of their money at you because it's the end of the night.m, but due to Marcus's recent death, I'll have to work it out with the new boss.

I left Georgia because out there, you're surrounded by everyone who knows you. Everyone is all in your business whether you know it or not. Even though I knew it at times I didn't really care. Once I graduated highschool I hopped on the next bus out that place and I'm never going back.

As I walk into the club I look around. "Nice to see they changed everything up finally." I mumble to myself.

Some one clears their throat while walking up behind me. "Um can I help you?" A deep voice rings causing me to jump lightly.

"Oh I'm sorry." I said turning around and looking at him. He stood at least 6 ft. Nice muscular shape. His lips were plump and his eyes were a beautiful brown. His skin color was darker then mines. His style was on point.

I cleared my throat then reached out my hand. "Hi I'm Lolly, and you are?" I ask.

"Hello Lolly, I'm Trevor, I'm the new owner of this place. My stepdad left me it." He says smiling slightly then looking down at his clipboard. "So you're one of my strippers. Well you're late, go backstage and get ready because you're going on first." He says as he turns.

I look at him confused. "But Marcus always said I will be the last performer." I say.

"Well my stepdad isn't here anymore and I run things. So it's either you're first, or you're fired." He says walking away angrily.

I roll my eyes and begin to walk to the back. "Fucking prick." I mumbled.

I head backstage and right to my station. I pull my outfit for tonight out and lay it across the back of my chair. I sit in my chair and then check the time. I groan then run my fingers through my hair.

As I'm sitting there I start hearing the other girls come to the back laughing and talking loud. Once they walk in and look at me they be quiet then separate and head to their own stations. I get a few dirty looks everyone once in a while but I ignore them. They all hate me because they saying it's my fault that Marcus died. They obviously ain't listen to him when he told them he was sick.