Drea's POV:
It was now about to be 4 in the morning, that meant my shift was over. I made my way to the back where there's a big mirror and a ton of makeup and underwear all over the place.
"How'd you do tonight Andrea?" The only other stripper I can tolerate, Perrie, asked.
I took off my mask and stared at her with a blank expression.
"Oh right! Drea! Drayuh!" She giggled as she began to take the pink extensions out of her hair.
"You know how I hate my first name! And I made $175 in lap dances and who knows how much I made on stage." I began to remove my makeup.
"Did you see them tonight?" Perrie looked at me through the mirror.
"Oh did I! Do you think I saw Zach, Nick, and Ed?" I spoke sarcastically. "I can't believe they were here! And I have to deal with Ed on Monday!"
"Bless that senior year is almost over!" Perrie cheered as she put her hair in a bun.
"He's so dumb! I can't believe He didn't get enough high school credits and now I have to help him!" I slipped on my jeans and a baggy sweater.
"Andreaaa! Honeey!" The owner of the club, Tony, bursted through the curtains. "I have a veeryy appealing offer for ya..."
"No I will not give you a lap dance Tony we have a deal--"
"NO... No," He spoke with his hands a lot. He turned his head towards Perrie. "Take a hike blondie!"
Perrie rolled her eyes and obeyed his orders.
"Alright I didn't want her or anyone other than you to hear this offer..." He sat down on a chair. I boosted myself up on my makeup table to sit.
"Now don't tell anyone what I'm about to tell ya now..." He leaned in closer to me. "You know you're little act out there and you're basically the only girl who doesn't have sex for money..."
"We have discussed this before! I'm not--" Tony covered my mouth with his beefy hands. He smells like Subway.
"Men are willing to pay up to two THOUSAND DOLLARS to fuck you!" He added emphasis to some areas of the sentence.
"T-two thousand..." My lower lip began to shake. Most girls only get paid one hundred for those... Actions?
"I know how you have to pay for your moms--"
"Don't bring it up." I jumped off the table and got my backpack ready to leave.
"Can ya at least think about Andrea?" Tony turned to me as I made my way out the doorway.
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