Purple Reign - H.S |A.U|

Prologue

Hennessy Strip resided in middle class area of San Diego, ran by a forty five year old man by the name of Carter Jenson who was most known for his outstanding club. Over the years, a few celebrities made appearances to celebrate after shows or certain events, which explained the many photographs on the cheap walls with Jenson standing right beside the celebrity, keeping a straight face as if meeting them were regular.

He'd take pictures to keep them as memories but everyone knew the real reason behind it due to him getting the picture blown up and posted on the wall by the next day. So if we're being blunt, he truly only did it for the exposure.

The club was known for the dancers he owned. Carter had luck when it came to the women that wanted to work for him. Very few were first timers who were surprisingly easy to be taught, but many were already experienced with talent out of this world. I mean: these women had body, face, dance moves, flexibility, style— the whole fucking nine yards. And they kept the money flowing every single night.

Hennessy Strip was a very down to earth environment, but also had it's rough patches. Outsiders were getting too comfortable to the point where fights were breaking out and an immense amount of damages were made that Carter had to put his own money into fixing since he didn't believe in involving the law. In other words, he didn't have the best record himself and he didn't want to appear as a snitch.

On another occasion, there was a shoot out between two gang members which caused people to step away from the club for a while due to their fear of getting hurt. That was the first major issue that occurred over four and a half years ago. But overtime, the business grew again and new dancers approached.

Clubs never seemed to last in San Diego, especially because majority of them were ran by young men or women who didn't have the knowledge and power to take such of a big responsibility as running their own show. It seemed easy from the outside looking in, but it wasn't and Carter knew all about it. He started his business at the age of twenty five and went five hard years of struggle until he was able to officially build a foundation.

Hennessy strip has been up for about ten to fifteen years, but there was never any reason to fall back or call it quits on the establishment as far as the owner was concerned. Well, that was until the generations started to become more... different.

Of course, getting drunk and partying with friends was fun and all but, people want to see something new and different— something that'll make them gaze in awe again which was truly hard to find overtime.

By the age of forty, Carter opened his eyes and noticed that strip clubs were no longer as exciting to people and some of the new dancers were becoming bored or just couldn't take how aggressive the men could be at times. Girls feared private dances or simply dancing on someone's lap in the middle of the room because of it, and expected there to be security everywhere they went privately, but it didn't work that way.

And this wasn't what he was used to. Carter was used to strong women who didn't really give a fuck. Women who just came to make their money and give him his percentage before taking off were the type of dancers that kept money flowing, the ones who were willing to do a little extra for some more money, too.

But... he just didn't have it that way anymore. The world was changing, along with the people in it.

Before Carter knew it, the club slowly began to fall apart, but in a way that he didn't know could be saved considering how much more difficult his situation was from the last time, and the percentage got higher when it came down to closing time. About fifty percent of the money earned was going to Jenson and as much as you'd attempt to argue with him about it, he always managed to get his way through threats.

His reasoning was unclear to the dancers. He didn't know how to tell them that his life and this club was in shambles. He was too embarrassed and ashamed to let them into his personal life that was beginning to mix in with his business; He lost his wife and child all in the same year due to his significant other finding out about his club entanglements and the money that was being taken out of her account without any consent.

How could he? I know.

In desperate need, he searched and searched for more dancers who continuously rejected him after hearing about the amount of money he was snatching from his past dancers. He wasn't aware that people spoke on it, especially due to the contract everyone was obligated to sign once they were hired, which stated that whatever happens in Hennessy Strip, stays in Hennessy strip. But nobody really cared or attempted to care once they were out of his hands.

Soon enough, Jenson was met with a strange woman named Emerald. She was quite different from the other women m that he's hired over the years and when he first laid eyes on her, he didn't want to take her seriously due to the way she came to his club, making him believe that she was someone's lawyer by the black pencil skirt, black flats and white button up.

She appeared as a square.

Her dark and curly hair was all bunched into a neat low bun, and her face was bare. No foundation or concealer was used to cover those light brown specks on her face that we call freckles, and her lips had a natural dark tint to them. This beauty in front of Carter also owned a dashing-natural set of dark and full eyebrows.

When he took in her appearance completely, he couldn't help but laugh because he never seen a women dressed up so fucking sharp for a job at a strip club. He almost began to believe that she was an undercover spy until she finally spoke up and proved to him that she wasn't nothing to play with. She was serious. Emerald had this low, but stern voice— almost like a businesswoman. She wasn't afraid to voice her opinion and express what she wanted.

She explained to Carter how she wanted to make extra money and demanded only weekends all in one interview, shocking the poor man. Who is this women? And why does she believe that she has authority over a business man who's been running this establishment since the age of twenty five? He asked himself in his mind, but found her ultimately intriguing at the same time.

Instead of questioning her or chewing her out about the way she spoke to him during this particular interview, he simply asked her one question that every job asks because he was dying to know her response. 'What can you bring to Hennessy Strip?' And leaned back in his chair with a smirk on his face, expecting to hear the same typical shit.

But man, was he stunned when she responded back with something that cut him deep and brought his mind back to reality. "As far as I'm concerned, money is your biggest issue at the moment. So that is what I'll bring you... money."
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OKAY SO THIS IS THE PROLOGUE!

Kinda wasn't expecting it to be one but since I'm basically putting you guys in on all the tea behind Hennessy strip, I'm like... why not?

It's going to be so much easier jumping into the next chapter because BESTIES, I'm tryna get straight to the point... I need to hurry tf uppp.

*I wish y'all can hear my voice saying that*

Next chapter will be fast forwarding to two years later, okay? Okay.

ANYWAYS!

Please... answer one question for me.

First person or Third. GO! (I really wanna do third)

Bye.

Ily.

TPWK