"Bae!" You yelled out to your best friend Jaylen. "Wifeyyyy!" She yelled above the music getting off of the pole. You just saw her an hour ago, but it felt like forever. She felt soft, and some of 2her scent rubbed off onto you.
"Y'all get back to work!" Your boss called out. She was a nice lady behind closed doors, always had everything the girls needed. The rules she had were chill too, along with flexible schedules.
"Yes ma'am!" You both smiled and you went back to the VIP sections. You wore a skinny white one piece.
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Sure enough a coochie lip would come out. The only good thing about that is the money it would bring. You met up with more of your coworkers and friends on the way up the stairs. "Girl, this dude passed out when I was giving him a lap dance." Monique was trying her best to hold the guy up as she's wearing 8 inch stiletto platforms. "I got you." You helped her with the guy.
This wasn't a small dude either, he had to be 6-7 feet. "Finna pull my damn back out." She gave the security guard; Darrell, the man that passed out. You saw Darell give her a wink that made her grin ear to ear. "I knew y'all had something going on." You poke her side. "Shut up." She covered her face as she grinned. "Y'all cute." You held her arm as you both went back upstairs to the VIP. "He's cute, full body massages every night. He does my massage first, then I do his. A big ass softy." She bragged to him. "Must be nice." You look to the side feeling lonely.
~Darell~
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~Monique~
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