Flawless

Chapter 1

"Welcome Flawless to the stage" the DJ yelled out into the mic.

My real name is Arnell but at club "Dynasty" I go by Flawless. Mike the club owner gave me the name. He said I could work the pole like no other and every show I put on, I executed flawlessly. I started working at the club at the age of 17. A girl at that age had no business at a club but when your a struggling teen mom, your willing to except anything as a job. My parents were a thing in the past. Once they found out about me being pregnant with my beautiful daughter named Myra, they kicked me out. My baby daddy was just a wanna be thug who I let take advantage of me. Like any other deadbeat, he denied my child.

Being pregnant and homeless was rock bottom for me. I had to steal just to feed myself. After four months of being out on the streets picking up scraps. I found myself in a shelter for women. There I met a lady named Elise, she worked at the shelter and saw potential in me. Elise was a beautiful women, well into her late fifties. She welcomed me into her home and helped me through the rest of my pregnancy. After having my baby girl, I wanted to stop being so dependent on Elise. She was struggling herself but still offered to give me her last. It was time for me to take care of her and my daughter.

A regular job wasn't going to work for me. Elise always told me not to worry and that she would handle everything but her retirement checks weren't taking care of all the bills. We were slowly falling behind on payments and as much as she tried to hide it, I knew I was a part of the reason why. I needed money quick. So I followed the trail to fast money. Mike looked pass my age. He was more so focus on my body which didn't come to a surprise to me.

Starting out at the club, I was more on the shy timid side but overtime you get use to the stares and jealousy that lingers behind the stage. Now at the age of 19, I'm the best stripper there is to see at club Dynasty.

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I slowly made my way out on the stage. My brown skin glistened under the stage lights as I twirled my body around the pole. Looking out into the crowd, I noticed the different type of people watching me. You had your typical husbands looking to get away from their wives. The one creepy dude in the back who seemed to never leave the club. The wanna be ballers throwing out loose change. Then you had the guys who held the real money bags up in VIP. These money bag holders consisted of well known drug lords, rappers, and business men that worked at big corporates.

It was the same setting just a different day. I let the music take over my body as I shook my ass and did tricks on the pole. Money came pouring in all over my body. It gave me a high that was out of this world. I made sure every show of mine was very sensual. I gave the fantasy of pure bliss. I wanted every guy in the room to imagine themselves as the pole I was grinding against.

When my shift was over, I made sure to organize and count all of my money. I had made a little over $1,000. Wasn't my best night but definitely far from the worst. " You really think you run shit around here." I heard Tink yell at me. I snapped my head towards her. This was the jealousy I was talking about that lingers behind the stage.

"I don't think I run shit...I know I run shit and if you have a problem with the way I do things we can settle it right here" I said back.

" I got lap dances to give out but watch your back bitch" she replies back to me with a smirk as she walked out with her other loose pussy ass friends.

Tink and her friends were also well known around the club but not in a good way. If you wanted a quick fuck or cheap a blowjob those were the girls to do it. The private rooms were built for trifling ass hoes like them. I maybe a stripper but I was far from a hoe. I haven't had sex since the day I lost my virginity and got pregnant with Myra. I may show off my body for money but I still cherished the gift I have between my legs. A gift like this is not for everyone to have.

I put on my sweatsuit and grabbed my duffle bag. Lee the security guard walked me to my car. I drove off heading towards my two bedroom apartment. I had saved up enough money to move Elise and my daughter to an apartment on the good side of town. We no longer had to worry about being in the hood. My next goal was to get house so Myra could have more running space. At the age of two Myra was definitely a busy body making all types of messes.

When I made it home, I wanted to check on Elise and Myra. I found them both cuddled up with each other asleep in Elise's room. I smiled at the sight then made my way to my room. I wanted to wash the club smell off of me. Don't get me wrong the money from the club is nice but it does start to take a tole on you. Everything that comes with working in a strip club can be difficult at times. I definitely don't want to end up like the old hags in the club begging to give a lap dance. I had plans on owning my own business. I was always into fashion and wanted to someday have my own boutique. I was more than a stripper and in the future I was going to do something my daughter could be proud of. But til then ima "make the money and not let it make me" .

This is only the intro so there's more drama to come.

Also who can name what movie that last quote is from.

Be on the look out for the next chapter ❤️