Sisters of Inglewood (completed)

Chapter 4

Rochelle

It was almost closing time and I had one table dance left. I hated doing this shit but I refused to let somebody else raise my family. I didn't need my lil sister picking up my slack and I didn't need no nigga giving us drug money. I was doing just fine on my own.

After giving this lame ass brother some play. I got my hundred in ones from him and went to the locker room. A few girls were left in there changing.

"It was slow as hell out there today." My best friend Lala said coming in and pulling ones out her ass.

I swear being a dancer you found money in the weirdest places. I was in the shower one night after coming back from the club and when I washed under my arms a dollar bill had fell from under it.

"I know, and Blue got me on for just three nights a week. He know I need more than that." I said sucking my teeth.

Lala pulled off her heels and put on sweats. "You know his ass don't like you cause you ain't giving him no play." She said laughing.

"His ass go hate me then cause I'm not talking to that bum!" I said putting on my sweat suit. I had put my money in its rubber bands and threw it in my duffle bag.

Lala laughed getting her things together so we could walk to our cars. We had to have a group system leaving out. One girl was jacked coming out of here two weeks ago. I wasn't afraid of getting jacked, Lala was. I always kept a taser and mace on me.

She got in her Bmw and I got in my charger. I know, a cheap ass car for a stripper. I was saving though. Mike hooked me up with the exterior and interior though. I had peanut butter interior, and all black exterior. My charger was white though.

I drove home getting sleepier by the minute. It was going on 4am and I dreaded the steps I would have to walk up.

I parked next to Seiko's car and made my way up the steps.

"Chelle!" Mike said running up behind me.

I saw his ass but I tried to hurry up because I knew he was about to give me money.

"What Mikey?" I said turning around to look at him.

"Don't what Mikey me. Where you been at?" He asked smirking.

"I been working." I said to his nosey ass.

"I told you, get with big Mike you won't ever have to work a day in your life." He said popping his fresh white tee.

Mikey was sharp. He was always fresh, and he was nice looking. Tall, dark, and handsome. He was a college boy gone wrong, pledged and everything. Could've finished with a business degree, but he dropped out when his dad died and his mama couldn't handle the bills. Left ucla and moved back to the wood to make his living. I didn't like it, but I couldn't tell him how to get his money, just like he couldn't tell me how to get mine.

"You still working at that club huh?" He asked in a serious tone.

"Mike you ask me that same damn question every time you see me, yes, I'm still working at the pink kitten, yes I give niggas lap dances for a lil bit of money, and no I'm not going to quit anytime soon." I said annoyed.

I knew the routine already. He questioned me about the club every chance he got.

Who you danced on? What you wore? Why you gotta work there? You can't be no waitress?

It was tired and so was I.

"Aight damn. Get your panties out a bunch." He said throwing his hands up in surrender.

"I'm sorry Mikey, I'm just going through it." I said realizing I was doing the most to Mike.

He was too nice for me to be treating him like this.

"What's wrong? I gotta punch on something?" He asked raising his eyebrow.

"No, I just hadn't been feeling good, and with Ro going to that damn community college when she could have went anywhere in the state it's really messing with me." I said shrugging.

"Let me tell you something." He said folding his arms. "Ro is 18, she chose community college, she a woman now and you have to let her make her own decisions. I know that's your lil baby and all but Ro go do what she want, and the girl is hella smart. You think she ain't go make something of herself. Girl can con a con man. She go be good in this world, and if she ain't go listen to you, she damn sure go listen to me." He said raising his shirt up showing his gun.

"What you go shoot my lil sister?" I asked laughing and looking at him like he was crazy.

He looked down confused. "Oh shit my bad, my belt, I'm talking bout my belt." He said laughing.

"Man I get what you're saying but I'm on her and Seiko so much because I damn sure don't want them to turn out like me." I said shaking my head.

"What's wrong with turning out like you?" He asked confused.

"Mikey, I dance for a living... That's not something to aspire to." I said with a duh face.

"Rochelle you gotta stop doing that to yourself. You beautiful, graduated Valedictorian, you worked your ass off in college, and you're working your ass to raise your sisters. You a loving, God fearing woman who would give anybody the shirt off your back. I don't see a stripper when I look at you, I see a woman who's doing what she has to do, so she can do what she wants to do. Anybody would aspire to be you." He said making me blush.

"Thanks Mikey. You always know what to say." I said playfully chin checking him.

"I speak facts." He said shrugging. "You off this Saturday?" He asked.

I shuffled my body weight to the opposite leg. "Yea why?"

He scratched his head. "I wanna take you out." He coughed it out instead of saying it.

I laughed hysterically.

"You did not have to do all that." I said. "We can go though." I smirked at him removing lent off his shirt.

"Aight, wear something nice skinny minny." He said holding onto my waist.

"Don't I always." I said rolling my neck.

I felt a little played. He held up his thumb and index finger making a little space.

"Don't play with me!" I yelled pushing him. "Oh before I forget, here!" I said grabbing that money he gave Seiko and Ronnie. I put it all together and wrapped it in a rubber band.

He threw his hands up backing away. "That ain't mine." He said.

"Mike take it now or I'll leave it on the step so somebody's day could be made." I said not playing.

I placed my hand on my hip and twisted my lip up. He really thought I was playing. He continued to walk backwards with his hands up.

"Okay." I said placing the 800$ on the step and walking away.

"Rochelle! Rochelle!" He yelled.

"Goodnight Mikey." I said smiling and continued walking up the steps.

I was too tired to be playing with Mike. I needed beauty rest.