"I'm sure you can entertain us some more, right (Y/n)?" he whispered in your ear, leaving you wide-eyed for a split second.
"Oh, I suppose I could do that. Of course that is, if your willing to pay, sir."
The seven man wanted you so bad, it was alm...
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𝑰t has been going well for you. You've gotten even more clients, who tipped almost as good as Izana, you were able to keep the hospital letters away and your sister was talking to her old friends again.
It should be going well. But it didn't feel that way. You were tired, working your ass off every single day.
Can't time go by faster? There were days where you just wanted to end it all. But you couldn't.
You couldn't just leave everything behind. You had responsibilities. You weren't like your good-for-nothing parents.
Sighing you served a customer. The older man was staring at your cleavage for an unappropriate amount of time.
Disgusting, you thought. But you were used to it. He even had a ring on his finger. Usual as well.
Poor wives. They deserved someone so much better than a man going to strip clubs at night to fulfill his nasty desires.
"I heard your selling good stuff. How much for 200 gram?"
Word got spread like a wildfire. A pretty young lady who sold excellent weed.
Of course it earned you more money if more people knew about you, but it wasn't the best for your safety.
People were beginning to recognize you and approach you at inappropriate times. Even bigger organizations wanted stuff from you.
Some were even seeing you as a threat, wanting to shut you up as soon as possible or have you in their teams.
You always declined. You were not interested in living a gang life. Too much of a hassle and that only for killing people?
"2,100$," you replied without looking at him. Instead your eyes wandered to a tall guy sitting a few seats next to the man you were currently serving.
You couldn't see his face but the hand he was holding his liquor filled glass with was tattooed. The kanji written on it was sin.
"That's a lot. Is it even worth it?" he slurred. The man was drunk.
You had no time for this nonsense. "If you want it contact this number." You pulled a card out of your bra and handed it to the man.
His eyes were on your breasts once again. Shameless. Walking away you continued serving other customers.
You weren't dancing today but that didn't mean you were free. Stacey once offered you working here as a waitress on your free days.
