A Night to Remember - Toji Fushiguro Fanfic

1. The Man-Whore

"That stupid fucking man-whore! Who does he think he is ?!"

aaaand here comes our nightly dose of Jessica.

She always has her temper tantrum's around this time. Storming into the locker room, throwing her heels across the floor, and pushing whoever was in her way. It was sadly the newbie, she bumped into the doorway, mouthing the words 'ow' before exiting. I felt bad, but continued putting on my lip gloss in the mirror. This was nothing out of the ordinary, practically happened every Friday. I couldn't wait to hear what happened this time with the blonde-bimbo Jessica. 

Jessica runs to Taniyah, who was sitting two seats where I'm from. Taniyah is fixing her hair, only to place her curling wand on the dresser. She knows she's in for a story and is all ears. Jessica plops herself onto the chair and bawls her eyes out ruining her makeup. What a waste. "What's wrong baby? What happened?" Taniyah asks cupping her cheeks. She was genuinely concerned for her. Jessica rips off her fake eyelashes so she can wipe her tears better. "It's Gojo! He's always teasing me, I'm so done with him! " she slams her fist on the dresser.

Taniyah sighs, placing both hands on her shoulders, staring straight into her eyes.

I just know Taniyah was tired of hearing Jessica cry over Gojo. She's given her the same advice over and over again, but she refuses to listen. Gojo is known for flirting with whoever he found fit. And Jessica was his toy. She's always with him whenever he comes to the club. He never pays a private room with her. This is because the fucker knows he can get it whenever he asks. He's such a pig. He tips a lot, but that's only if you agree beforehand to give him head in the back alley.  And everyone knows if you did, because of the bumpy, uneven gravel. It'd bruise the hell out of your knees. There was a time when Jessica's knees were so scratched up, our manager prevented her from going on stage. He was scared it'd make his customers question our safety. Overall, Gojo was an attractive man, but I refuse to talk to his ass. I'm the only girl who's refused a booking with him.

"Jessica, I can't keep doing this with you. You need to grab your damn ovaries and realize the bastard ain't worth the time nor effort you're giving him! You're too pretty for his ass. It pains me to see you like this." Taniyah was a well-rounded individual. She's been working in this club for about five years. She knows about every customer who comes in, she's an amazing pole dancer and is gorgeous. She said she moved to America from Nigeria with her family when she was 14. She's been here ever since. Not much is known about her past, but I've heard it was harsh.

Jessica continued on her little vent session with Taniyah. I managed to mute their conversation and stare at myself in the mirror. I was a proud latina, Mexican specifically, and boy did mom pass some nice genes. Especially these eyes... I wish my name wasn't so bland, I get my eyes are green, but talk about unoriginal. I sighed as my outfit for the night was pretty exposing, but did suit my curves well. It was a red lingerie set, with diamonds glued onto the fabric. My makeup was perfect, I went for a smoky-red look. Taniyah leaves the room, and I get anxious. I was up shortly after her and my heart was racing. I always get nervous when it's my turn to dance. I wasn't very good at it and needed more practice. I never thought in a million years I'd be in a dressing room full of strippers. Shoot- I still don't consider myself one. I don't put myself on a pedistol compared to these girls though. Everyone has their story and mine happens to lead me here.

Ever since mom passed, life has been so stressful. I have no other relatives I can rely on. I learned to be independent and survive on my own. This world is cruel and will eat you alive if you show any fear. My goal is just to save up enough money, so I can quit this horrid job and go back to school since I can't graduate with my class. I missed a semester, meaning I now have to get my GED. It is what it is, and I don't throw a fit. Simple as that.