Body Language

Prologue

The smell of weed was clogging the air making me feel light headed as I made my way through the minefield that is the main floor. I had to scuttle around tables, bodies and grabbing hands. Finally I made it to the bar. My shift was thankfully over and I needed to collect my purse. I never leave it in the back locker room, the girls here are petty bitches and they have no problem with stealing each other's things. The bartender Micky smiled when he spotted me, he held up one hand to signal he'd get to me after the customer he was serving. I trust Micky with my stuff because he's my aunt Tasha's husband. They've been together thirty years no matter how disfuctional the relationship.

"Yazmeen." I heard my boss Tony calling out and I groaned. I was trying to avoid him but I guess no such luck. I watched Tony make his way over to me his large belly leading the way. His pale white skin was made even paler by the copious amounts of cocaine he does daily. His blonde hair was practically all gone with a few thin strands hanging on. He stopped beside me, entirely too close, his stomach pressing into my side. I took a step back and asked annoyed. "What do you want Tony? I have to go."

He eyed me up and down than licked he's disgustingly thin and cracked lips. I have to deal with him leering at me on a daily basis. Since I started working here at eighteen years old he's been trying to get into my pants. I know I take my clothes off for a living but it always creeps me out when he watches me.
Like now I was fully clothed in jeans and a snug sweater but his eyes were glazed over as he watched me, probably thinking back to my stage earlier tonight. "I have a customer willing to pay big bucks for private time with you." He said.

I sighed. This was another thing that annoys me. No matter how many times I tell him and the customers I don't do extras, favors, lapdances, or private time they don't seem to understand. "You know I don't do that." I told him. I turned around to see if Micky was coming with my bag yet so I could get the hell out of here when Tony grabbed my arm. "Don't touch me." I said coldly, giving him a look that could kill. He immediately dropped his hand away. But that didn't mean he was done talking.

"Come on Yaz. Just once. This guy is willing to pay me two thousand and you three just for you to spend time with him. This is a good opportunity for both of us."

I snorted. Just spend time with him? Yeah right. If it's true the man has to be insane. He'd be doling out five grand just to spend time with me. I take my clothes off in a dirty, sleaze infested club for the perverse enjoyment of the lowest of the male species but that's it. I don't fuck for money. Hell I haven't had sex period for over two years now. No matter what anyone is willing to pay I don't do that, that's one line I am unwilling to cross. "I said no Tony. You already knew what my answer would be so why didn't you just tell him instead of coming over here and pestering me?"

"You act like your so much better than anyone else here. I don't do this I don't do that. Your nothing but another black whore who should be grateful anyone wants that dirty pussy." He spit at me vehemently.

I rolled my eyes and turned my back on him. I leaned over the bar smacking my palms against the top to get Micky's attention. "My bag." I called out when he looked up at me. I could still feel Tony standing behind me seething with anger. When he's like this it's best to ignore him. He may intimidate the other girls but I won't give into what he wants out of fear. Plus I know he won't get rid of me. I'm his best dancer. Even without the extras I bring a lot of clientele in just with my dancing alone. Micky finally handed me my bag and I turned around to Tony's flushed red face.

"Your going to regret this." He said lowly.

I rolled my eyes and began walking away to the back entrance when a loud commotion had me turning around. The front doors burst open and dozens of cops spilled in with their guns drawn. "New York police department, DEA! Everyone stand still hands up!" They yelled.

Shit.

Authors Note
Soooo..first chapter. Its just a prologue but....Please let me know what you think and I'd really appreciate that. Also I don't know if anyone reading this likes Korean music BUT I do and I listen to music a lot when I write. So here's another song suggestion for you.

그게 말이 돼? By BTS. It's an outro off there album Dark & Wild.
The Korean title translates into, Does That Make Sense?
Let me know what you think and if you liked it or not.

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