📍Atlanta, Georgia
3 years later..Rylie hit the lock button on the keypad to her audi truck while throwing her pink, glittery duffel bag across her shoulder lightly.
The sound of her slides scraped against the concrete floor as she walked to the side door pulling out her Id.
" you know you good to go Snow White" the security teased at her while she chuckled at his funny remarks.
Everyone around the club pretty much knew of Rylie... well I should say " snow" since that was her stage name.
In the beginning Snows original plans were to start dancing again for a little while so she could have the funds to keep up in college.
But it had soon became addictive once she was able to pay off a whole semester of student loans.
Once she quit dancing at Adrianna's she vowed to never touch a pole again after what that club put her through.. but money had become tight as fuck.
Now that she was back in full time she knew she had to be as careful as possible.
On the outside snow came off as independent, bitchy, and maybe a littleee bit mean but she really grew up as a preachers daughter.
To her father she was just this perfect god fairing college kid.. but at night legs and ass was the only thing paying bills.
Not god.
" wassup snow" Makevia said twisting the combination into her locker that's held her dance supplies behind it.
Keva was the only person snow could tolerate in the club, the rest of the girls looked at snow as competition.
Out of all the females snow has seen come & go keva was the only one who actually gave her a chance. She always told snow she reminded her of a younger version of her.. just young & hopelessly devoted.
Keva was also one of the oldest dancers at the club.
" hey kee how did that private party go last night" snow asked patting her face with the beauty blender.
Most of the dancers did private parties outside of the club for extra money but snow never trusted that shit.
In her mind them bitches was selling pussy forsure.
" girl it was decent, the niggas act like they was scared to throw money tho I hate that! " she fussed rolling her eyes, snow just shook her head smiling.
" I told you them parties don't be about shìt if it ain't a celebrity or a dope boy involved" snow spoke truthfully making Makevia let out a dramatic sigh.
" you know, I get so tired of this lifestyle I'm ready to settle down and be housewife or something" Keva said making snow look at her crazy, she rested her hand on her hip before speaking.
" a housewife? Girl Trust me I get it but I couldn't be at home all day wondering what my man doing, then cleaning up after bad ass kids? that's just too much" snow said scrunching her face, Keva giggled listening to Snow's crazy rant.
" you heard me right ho I'm getting too old to be turning the pole now I owe it to my boys to quit" snow laughed shaking her head, agreeing.
Keva was turning 35 this year and planned on making this year her last year dancing, she had seen so many girls come and go it felt like she was just lingering around 25/8.
Snow had an old soul though, she was the easiest to talk to in Makevia eyes.
" alright y'all we gone slow it down a little bit for the niggas that love slow jams and big booty bitches, everybody welcome on the stage! Ms.snowwww" The Dj announced making snow roll her eyes.
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𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒔 | KV
Genç Kurgudé·jà vu /ˌdāZHä ˈvo͞o/ a feeling of having already experienced the present situation. Just read it :)..