Youngsters Unmasked

Granted

***Jeremy's POV***

"Babe what are you doing sitting on the curb like this?" I asked walking up to her.

"This is what you had in mind for a job Jeremy, did you know they wanted me to take off all my clothes? Please take me home."

"I'm sorry baby come here." I said opening my arms to hug her.

"I need a real job. I'll just keep on sending out more resumes until I find one."

"You know them regular nine to five don't pay babe. You'll only be working from one pay check to the next. Five hundred a week is alot of money to get naked for. Im just saying."

"You're not the one that's getting naked Jeremy so I don't expect you to understand."

She did have a point but we needed this money.

"No one is going to touch you baby. You'd be in the video shoots like them girls you see on Instagram. You could go places babe."

"What are you getting out of this Jeremy. I feel like you're using me for your own selfish reasons. Are you?"

"Are you serious right now Lea?" She was just about to get me real mad and to be honest sometimes I had no fucking control. But I have to keep it together in this moment. I needed her.

"We'll talk about it some more tonight ok?"

"Ok whatever"

I had to persuade her enough to take this fucking job. She had to. She was still hesitant about it until I told her I'd come to some of the sessions with her. I went to a few sessions and even though I felt a small sting of jealousy from some of the men's reaction towards her, that was absolutely the least of my concern. She was getting paid and I was getting my cut aswell. Life was good. Somedays she seemed really depressed and unhappy. I knew she wasn't comfortable with what she had to do, but she loved me too much to stop now and I constantly took pleasure in encouraging her to continue doing what she was doing. She was a good girl, my girl.

***Leanna's POV***

"Hey girl long time no see." Lola said walking up to me butt naked.

"Hey Lola"

"You look out of it girl. What's wrong?" She asked touching my shoulder.

"I want to get out of this. I don't want to do this job anymore. It's just not my thing."

"Why do you wanna quit girl, I hear that they love you in there."

"Yeah I know but I hate those thirsty ass men watching me and being all over me sometimes. And the fact that I have to be naked all the time that shit messes with my mental, mierda."

"I get it hon. Maybe because I'm numb to this shit now. It don't bother me no more. You sure you wanna leave like that though? Ain't no other job willing to pay you eight hundred dollars a week."

I know I didn't hear her correctly.

"How much did you say?"

"Girl it's nothing to hide we all get eight hundred dollars weekly, unless you're willing to sleep with the artist on the side for more than that."

"Then how the fuck am I only getting five hundred dollars and we all do the samething?" I asked her in disbelief.

"I don't know baby girl you'd have to talk to BigB about that, remember you didn't hear it from me ok." Lola said walking away.

I had to say something to BigB. I quickly placed my stuff in the locker and went into BigB's office.

"Hey sexy baby" he said looking up from his laptop screen.

"I need to talk to you." I demanded.

"This sounds serious. Close the door and have a seat. Did anyone of those niggas touch you?" He asked.

"No that's not it. Why am I the only girl here getting five hundred dollars a week?"

"No. we all... you all get the same amount" He said stuttering.

"BigB I may be one of the youngest girls here but I'm not dumb ok. I'm suppose to be getting the same amount as every other girl. I believe you owe me." I said staring him dead in the eyes. He seemed very surprised at the way I was talking to him. I wasn't about to let no one take advantage of my time and my body anymore. I was done with this horrible lifestyle today.

"Leanna to be honest I don't owe you. You need to talk to Jeremy."

"Jeremy? What does Jeremy have to do with any of this?" I asked feeling very confused.

"He will tell you, but just incase that conversation does not go well. I'm going to give you five hundred dollars and you go clear out your locker ok. You're a beautiful girl Leanna and even though those bastards in there love you I knew you weren't happy from the first day you came here. I'm sorry it had to come to this." He pulled out his wallet from his right shirt pocket and gave me five hundred dollar bills.

"Let me give you some advice. We both know Jeremy has a temper and he sometimes act like he wants to control everything and everyone. So if I was you I'd pack my things and leave before he looses it. That nigga only cares about himself."

I could not hold back the tears that was running down my face. I felt so useless in this moment. So all this time he was using me. Taking the money that I was getting naked for. I wanted to run. I wanted to scream so loud I couldn't believe this. BigB handed me the pack of napkins he had on his desk.

"Thank you"

"Be careful out there Leanna and remember you're worth so much more than this place has to offer. ok?" BigB was very real to me and I dont know where I would be today if it wasn't for him.

"Thanks BigB I owe you."

"We good baby girl just go."

I ran back to the locker room and grabbed the rest of my stuff and headed straight out. I remembered Jeremy had told me earlier that morning that he was going to do something for his cousin so he wouldn't be home until late. I was happy I still had alot of time on my hands. I went back to his house and packed my suitcase with some clothes that it could hold. I took a half of the money that we had saved and got the hell out of there and I never looked back since then.

**Present day**

I didn't even noticed that I had zone out for a while. I had to tell someone about this just incase something were suppose to happen to me. How the hell did he even get my number? What if he was actually here in San Diego? So many thoughts were going through my mind. Jeremy was a crazy cabron and after almost 3 years of cutting him off, there he was a minute ago on the other line. I don't even want to tell my aunt about this, I can't. My cousin had an idea of what I was doing in Puerto Rico before I came to the US. So she was the only person I could think of talking to right now.

"Hey Kayla? Where you at?" I asked calling her right away.

"Girl I'm at the store I'm picking out a dress to wear later. I have a hot date."

"I really wanted to talk to you."

"You can talk girl, what's going on?"

"Do you remember my ex Jeremy?"

"Yea that dirty ass nigga, is he dead or something?"

I wish he was. "No he is not, but he just called me."

"Are we talking about the same Jeremy from San Juan?" Kayla asked surprisingly.

"Si. He called me a few minutes ago, saying that I owed him."

"What the fuck? How did even get your number?"

"Bitch I've been asking myself that same damn question and I have a strange feeling that he is here."

"Like here. In Cali?"

Sigh "yeah"

"Bitch these niggas are crazy. Look, I'm leaving the mall now anyways so stay put I'll come by you shortly. You're home right?"

"Yea I am"

"Ok I'll see you in a few."