Rich meets Rich

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If you ask around town, the sketchy areas to be exact, you would have definitely heard of the name "sexy foxy" at least once.

She's popular among both men and women, not just for her dancing, but because she is generally well liked by the people. Though she has never told anyone, except friends and co workers, of her real name, she's intrigued people enough to want to keep asking.

For most people, having such a job would probably mean lots of hiding and secrecy, but for Alisa, she was proud of it. I mean, why hide the source of income that elevated your life?

Moving out of her home all by herself in hopes of pursuing her dream of becoming a journalist is tough, the money her parents sent her was barely enough to put food on the table. (well maybe it can if she idk didnt spend shit on shein or smth)

It was only until a few months after arriving in town when she was introduced to stripping, and it was probably the best decision she's ever made. She could live comfortably without having to worry about finances and even send some money back home as a treat for her family.

She really took pride in her job, and she loved the fact that this was all done by her. She didn't need some whack ass guy with a whack ass hair cut to come and make her life better.

It was another day at the club, Alisa picked out some costumes for the night out of her very scandalous closet and packed her bag that almost looked twice the size of her torso.

It wasn't a very peculiar night at the club, quite normal actually, but Alisa still looked forward to it anyways.

Humming the tune of some random Jacob Sartorius song, Alisa skipped out of her humble abode and made her way to the club.

Getting out of the cab, the bright lights of the huge sign that says "Fox lands" made Alisa squint her eyes slightly.

She quickly skipped a step and practically ran up the stairs and entered the booming dressing room filled with the chatter of other dancers.

"Hey babes!"

Alisa was welcomed with open arms of her fellow dancers and then settled down into her own designated dressing table.

"I heard some important people are gonna be here."

Bernice practically shouts into Alisa's right ear to combat the other conversations happening around them as she applied powder onto her face.

Not that it really bothers Alisa anyways, important or not, she's going to do her best to satisfy clients.

She just shrugged at Bernice's words before proceeding to apply her own make up.

"Aight Foxy you're up in 1."

Haldhir, who works behind the scene, signals at Alisa to get ready for her number.

Alisa shakes off any stage fright that she still surprisingly gets till this day and struts up that flight of stairs and onto stage, drowning in bright coloured stage lights.

Performing her number, she seductively takes the cash handed to her from clients and stuffs them into her bra keeping her gigantic melons from spilling out. She goes back and forth between clients and just one time customers, making sure everyone has a fair share of the one and only Foxy.

Walking past a certain group of men, she couldn't help but do a double take on a certain man decked out in a clearly expensive suit. Alisa earns quite the bank but even that wouldn't be twice of how much that suit probably cost.

Trying to stay focus, Alisa walked away, forgetting to give them a dance too. She was only reminded of it when a whistle was heard from one of the guy's mouth.

"Woman, you forgot about us."

Flustered, Alisa returned to where the men was and did her thing. Idk if yall wanna actually read about alisa being a sexy stripper so ill save you guys on the details.

On the last guy, Alisa really felt something...different. She had no idea who this guy was, maybe it was the hideous hair cut, or just the face that would make any baby cry (im so sorry malcolm), Alisa just couldn't take her eyes of him.

While straddling his lap, Alisa felt the man slip a card into her hand. She glanced at the card only to find a phone number.

She looked back up at the man before he mouthed to her "call me." She tried to decline, trying to stay professional and all, but he insisted.

The man leaned in and whispered into her ear lowly, "Let me complete you baby girl."

Alisa didn't know how to feel, this guy? complete her? She doesn't even know him.

She got up in an instant and threw the card back at him, the anger was evident. She was not one to get annoyed at her clients but this just got on her nerves.

Alisa tried to walk away until a hand pulled her back.

The man leaned back into her ear again and whispered before leaving the club.

Alisa stood rooted to the ground in shock, she didn't really know what to do. She went back to her daily work routine, trying to shake the past event out of her mind.

The night ended with a bang and she went back home tired. Feet bruised from the heels and arms red from the constant tight grip on the pole.

Dropping her bag onto the floor Alisa plopped down and slumped against the wall of her door entryway before her mind trailed back to whatever happened today.

The words of the man lingered in her mind, never leaving her head. Slight regret makes her heart pound, wishing that she had not thrown away the card as she wanted to call him out of PURELY interest. 🤔

As she slowly drifts off into her own wet dreams, she thinks of his words one last time, "The name's Malcolm."