Project HOOD [ON HOLD]

Chapter 1

22 years later...

 

Royal Kingdom Gentlemen's Club, New York City

11:27 p.m.

 

Flashing lights and loud music filled the area. The place was packed. It was a Friday after all, the busiest night. Men of all kinds gathered around. Slipping away from their wives, children, work for this one night a week where they can be anybody.

It wasn't just like that for the men. The women that worked at the club felt the same way. During the week they had to deal with being themselves. They had to go about their normal, regular lives. It was nights like these that got them excited. They were able to change everything they didn't like about themselves and live a new life.

One girl in particular felt very strongly about that. Her entire life had been filled with misfortune, isolation and general confusion. Ever since she was a child she wanted to change. She wanted every aspect of her life to be changed. The only problem is that she didn't know how to do that. Somehow in all of that craziness she ended up here.

She stared at herself in the mirror. The person who stared back was a completely different person than earlier. Still, that person's transformation wasn't yet done. She grabbed a tiny pencil and began to draw around her eyes.

"Ne-Ne!" a voice called from behind her. She continued to apply her makeup.

"Ne-Ne!" the voice called again.

"Nevaeh!"

She finally stopped what she was doing and turned around. Ah yes, 'Nevaeh.' Let's call her that... for now.

"What is it, Destiny?"

"Boss man says you need to get your ass out on stage in the next 60 seconds. Your show starts at eleven," Destiny stated.

"Calm your panties. Well, if you're wearing any," Nevaeh said, getting up. "I'm ready."

"Wow, you look hot."

"I know. Now, where's Cleo?"

"She's already in position."

"Great. You can go now," Nevaeh told her as she assumed her pose behind the curtain.

"Why can't I have the kind of confidence that you have?" Destiny queried.

"Aw, that's sweet. Well, you're new here. It takes some time. Also, 'Destiny?' You can think of a better name than that. Do you know how cliché it is to have a stripper named 'Destiny.' Try something different but still kind of sexy. Like a planet. Jupiter or Neptune or something," Nevaeh suggested.

"A planet? Oh, okay. Will do."

"Now get out of here. I have a show to do," Nevaeh smirked, doing her signature hair flip. Destiny smiled back at her and slowly snuck away. As soon as she was out of sight, Nevaeh looked across the stage to see her partner in crime posed just like her. They smiled at each other and prepared themselves for the next half hour.

The lights began to dim and there was no hiding all of the cheering from the other side of the curtain. This was the most popular show of the weekend. Men would overcrowd the club to see these girls in action.

"Now presenting the show you've all been waiting for, starring two of your favorites, Nevaeh and Cleopatra; I give you The Angels of Egypt!" the announcer shouted. The crowd erupted once more.

That was her cue. The curtain slowly pulled up to reveal the two girls. A cloud of smoke covered the atmosphere as the pounding music began. Cleopatra wore a tiny, tightfitting Egyptian style dress paired with a headdress of the same style. Nevaeh wasn't quite as modest, boasting very thin white lingerie. Angel wings extended from her back. Let's not forget about the stilettos. Five inch heels? Was she an amateur? Six... and a half. Cleopatra one-upped her with seven inchers.