Purple Reign - H.S |A.U|

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Chapter One - PURPLE REIGN

It's been two years since Emerald's interview. The first few weeks working at Hennessy Strip wasn't the easiest for her due to the same strange gazes she received from the dancers that her new boss gave her when she first walked in, clearly wondering why someone like her was working in such environment where there's greedy men yearning to see a beauty like her walk across the stage.

Unfortunately, Jenson started her off as a bar tender to get used to the club and see how it was ran. That wasn't where she expected to start off. She wanted to already prove herself the first day with no questions asked, but Carter didn't trust in allowing her on the stage just yet, fearing that she'd be the type to freeze up or run off the stage before the music even starts.

Just like all the other women, Emerald had to dress in her best attire because after all, she was also labeled as a stripper and she had to look her best walking across the floor with a tray full of beer.

Before Emerald could even step on the stage, she was already getting an immense amount of attention that the others began to notice. As she walked by, all heads that were once focused on the dancer who was entertaining, fell on Emerald. Her appearance and the way she carried herself with pride and ultimate class drew everyone in and made them curious.

Every night, she wore tall clear heels and an outfit full of diamonds to match her choker that came in a variety of colors. She was known for her diamonds so much that people wanted to start calling her that over time, but she refused. Everyone was required to respect her by calling her by the name she presented; Emerald. Nothing more, nothing less.

The diamond chain looped on her hips drove the men insane because it'd bring their attention towards her hips, small waist, and thick thighs. She managed to have a toned stomach her entire life without the use of workouts, so she was quite blessed. But in Emeralds eyes, her thick thighs was a problem.

She hated that they rubbed together when she walked, she hated that they easily got sweaty during the summertime, she hated that some of the pants she wanted to wear never fit correctly when it came to her ass because of the wideness. And don't get her started on her stretch marks.

Although she disliked these things about herself, she wasn't one to tell anyone. She always remained to herself; quiet, reserved and unbothered— you could see it on her face, too. And that was another reason for the girls to dislike her, because they assumed she was stuck up since she preferred to mind her business and be strictly about her job more than anything.

Emerald didn't feel like she had the time in the day to make friends or try to be fake in people's faces. Staying to herself and making her money was what she was about which most women these days couldn't relate to. They want to be out there and befriend anyone, but Emerald wasn't that type of woman.

She was independent.

Friday nights were the most packed days out of the week, and the reason behind that was because of her. Men and women awaited outside to be allowed in just to watch her perform every Friday and Saturday's at ten o'clock sharp. Sunday's were everyone's off day so the club was closed, which wasn't what Emerald hoped for when she first came but she had to make it work somehow.

Climbing out of her twenty-fourteen BMW, Emerald's heeled shoes carried her around the back of the club to reach the entrance that only the dancers were allowed to go through. The familiar smell of cigarettes and marijuana seeped up her nostrils once she swung the door open, blue neon lights cascading through the hall with swarming naked and half naked dancers.