Hennessy

~burden~<

Hennessy POV

Dressed in a pair of skinny jeans, highlighting my curves, a pair of brown Timberland boots, and a grey oversized hoodie. Despite the fact that I'm a stripper I actually preferred a more comfortable style, and definitely love my sneakers. I already walk around in heels enough, so whenever I got the chance to be casual and comfortable, I took it. My curls tied in a messy bun. One thing about my hair, it let me know that my father is definitely Latina and the fact that people speak Spanish to me, not knowing I understand very little. Getting out the car in front of the club, "Hi Terrance" I greet the bouncer at the door, "Hennessy, looking beautiful as always " he licks his lips making me chuckle. I've known Terrance for years now. He's a good looking man, tall, ripped body, thick lips, light skinned with wide eyes, his large beard giving him the alpha look. Yes he's asked me out a couple of times, but I'm not one that is truly interested in the love department, honestly speaking I don't think I know how to love. I've seen and been through a lot, but if there's one thing I don't crave, it's a man's presence.

Walking further in the club, "hey" I greet the bartenders, striding to the manager's office. Roughly knocking on the door, "who is it!" He yells rudely, rolling my eyes, "it's Hennessy". A brief silence, "come in". Walking in the door, my brow raises at the lady getting up from her knees wiping the side of her mouth. "Hi" she greets awkwardly before scurrying off. "I'm here to collect my cheque" , standing to his feet, fastening his pants, "early as usual" he smirks. Out of all the managers I work for, he is the worst. A pig he is, one that sweats non-stop with his stomach on his knees as he treats us like dirt from the floor. "You know you should smile more" he says making me further raise my left brow. Handing me the brown envelope, my eyes not leaving his as I open it, pulling out the cheque. My eyes widening as I try to control the anger rising within me, "as far as I'm concerned my money was supposed to be $700, why the fuck is it $300" I spit, "Henny darling, I told you when you borrow money from me it is paid with interest" he says raising his hands in surrender, "I took $200, you took my entire pay cheque". "I don't know what to tell you Hen-" "FUCK YOU!". Rushing out of his office and I felt myself getting angrier by the second, despite all my struggles I refuse to beg anyone for anything. He doesn't deserve that, ne- "Hennessy!" A voice calls out, stopping in my tracks I face my friend Jasmine.

Jasmine is what one would consider a friend, I've known her since I moved to New York and she actually hooked me up with the job. Her tall thick figure outlined by the black platform heels. The fish nets clinging to her thick thighs as she wore the thin thongs. Her Double Ds threatening to spill out her bra. Jasmine is one of the few people I can trust, considering I can speak to her about almost anything, and she manages to evoke some sort of emotions out of me. "Hey girl" I say walking off, rushing behind me, "uhh don't let that pig get to you. Listen there's a new joint opening up in Manhattan, and they looking for dancers" . Rushing towards the door, "join me" , stopping in my tracks, "when are the auditions?", "tomorrow" she says making me sigh out. "Fine, text me the address and time, I'll see if I can make it" I say before walking off. Jasmine is the only person I know and grew close to, growing somewhat of a friendship with, but nothing could allow me to get close to anyone. One would ask themselves how come I don't have a decent life as the other strippers. Well firstly, I don't do sexual favours, and I don't take private clients. I don't exactly enjoy being touched by strangers, or any living man. Secondly, my grandmother's medical bills are always insane. The public health system was definitely going to let her die, I couldn't sit back and watch that. I had to do something. Since then, 80% of what I make goes towards those bills and her medication.

Holding onto Noah's hand as we entered the restaurant. As much as I don't have much money, I still try my best to be a mother to my son and spend time with him. No matter how broke I could be, at the end of the month I always make sure to take my son out for burgers and milkshake, then to the park, and today isn't any different. I guess I also did it for myself, because I looked forward to those burger dates more than he did.
It isn't much, but I get to spend some time with him and be a proper mother. Taking a seat, "so how has school been?" I smile, "good, I got 98 for English", "oh and I wrote you a poem. The teacher said I should maybe go for public speaking, she says they really good" he says excitedly making me smile. "I've always told you that you need to stop being shy" I smile proudly, "you very talented, and I want you to nurture your talent" . Noah being as smart as he is, he is also extremely shy and sarcastic at the same time, I know, weird. Despite being a cute kid with the most beautiful curly hair coming down his neck, his dark eyes, he never seems to trust himself. I always question whether I'm doing right by him. "Bu...but mom what if we can't afford the costs " he says making me frown in disappointment, "baby, I always told you not to worry about money, I'm the mom, that's for me to worry about" I scold making him frown. Ordering our usual burger and milkshake. A black Escalade with rims drives past us, music blasting from it, staring out the window in awe. "When I get rich from my writing, I'm gonna buy us a mansion and that car" he says with a smile, a smile forming on my face . "I know you will my boy, but promise me something" , frowning at me, "promise me you will remain this honest young man I see right now, that you will respect people and most importantly you won't hurt them, especially women" I say, nodding his head making me smile. Doing our secret handshake as he chuckled. "Now tell me, how's your girlfriend Kiera" . Having a kid while young, I literally grew up with him; so much that he feels comfortable with telling me anything.