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03|| Avoiding the Ineviable

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03|| Avoiding the Ineviable

They day following our fight was unbearable to say in the least; Reign and I didn't speak to each other at all. She was also going through extradionary lengths to avoid me at all cost. By the time ten o'clock in the evening rolled around, I was more than happy to go to work. Sitting around the house all day listening for Reign tired quickly.

Once I was appropriately dressed in a hoodie and pair of light washed skinny jeans, I knock on Reign's door. The harsh sound of rap music rattled my ears, as I was not use to blaring music inside of our apartment. It wouldn't surprise me if our neighboors didn't file a noise complainent to the police department.

"I'm leaving for work," I annouce, my voice slightly rough from not speaking to anyone today. Instead of a direct response, Reign cranked up the volume in order to drown me out. Sighing I turn on my heel before heading down to the parking lot. From there I hop into my car before enduring New York's horrific traffic, before finally arriving at Forsaken, the place where I was paid a decent amount of money to shake my ass in front of the prying eyes of horny men.

Although, I took off my clothing items to pay the bills I actually did enjoy my job. It built my self confidence as well as my sexuality. Not only was I comfortable interacting with men in a sexual matter, but women as well. More often times than not, I was asked to complete lesbain acts with the women I worked with.

In the beginning it was awkward, but I have learned to cope with it all. To take it a step further I could successfully admit that I enjoyed the acts of affection towards other women. I wasn't a lesbain, but I couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through my body as a female tended to my sexual needs and desires that I had held captive in the kinkier side of my brain.

Upon my arrival I take note of the fact that their are very few cars positions in the parking lot, just like it should be. The club didn't open for another hour or so. Stationed in the very front of the building is a black Maserati which sticks out like a sore thumb compared to the pieces of what seems to be scrap metal surronding the luxury vehicle.

Instead of drooling over a car that I knew that I would never be able to afford, I head inside of the building to start enhancing my appearance for the show later on tonight. As soon as I enter the dressing room, I am welcomed by the usual fast paced nightclub experience.

Every where I turn women and men alike are running around with lingerie in hand along with other mundane items such as hair spray and eye liner. Before I could get caught up in the whirlwind, Desiree, a friend and fellow stripper calls over to me from our designated makeup station. Sauntering over to her, I am greeted by several people at once with kisses on the cheek and a couple of ass grabs.

I'm use to the attention I recieve based off of my physical traits alone, so I'm not surprised in the slightest.

"Come on," Desiree states placing her hand on the small of my back guiding me across the room. "Let's get you out of those scraps and into something sexier."

I nod in agreement, asking a simple question, "what do you feel about red lace?"

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Several hours later, I had sucessfully completed my set on the mainstage as well managed to make enough cash in just tips alone to pay my car payment. I spent hours upon hours practicing my routines, and now it was finally safe to say that it paid off rather well. Walking around in the dim lights of Forsaken I deliver orders of hot wings and beer around the room to hungry customers.

The waiting staff was underhanded tonight, so myself amongst a couple more of the lesser known strippers help out. Evelyn, the manager at Forsaken, didn't have to show us the ropes- every once in a blue moon, she would require our assistance. For the most part I was happy to help out; I had made friends with a select group of regular customers.