𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀

𝟎𝟏.

𝐍𝐄𝐙𝐑𝐀 𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓

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Nezra fixed his fitted cap over his dyed dreadlocks as he walked into the establishment he owned, Onyx. He rarely stepped foot in here now since business was booming, but sometimes he liked to pop in to see how it was being ran.

Admittedly, the twenty-four year old also liked to scope out the stripper talent that was being hired.

After taking a double shot at the bar, he carried himself to his office which overlooked the whole establishment.

Since it was Friday, the club was packed with the finest strippers and people who wanted to blow their weekly paycheck on them.

He scammed the area, trying to determine who would be his Belle of the night. Nezra had to give it to his talent manager, Emmett, he could pick out bad bitches good.

His eyes fell upon a particular woman, the colored lights of the club illuminating her dark skin as she swung around the glistening metal pole. He couldn't fully make out the details of her face, but from the way she commanded the attention of the crowd while she was on stage he knew one thing:

She was who he needed.

Nezra pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed up Emmett who answered after two rings, "Wassup boss?"

"Who's the stripper on the stage right now?" His eyes were locked on her as she performed. He was entranced.

Emmett searched the set list on his clipboard before finding her name, "Sahara Jade, why?"

"Send her up here after her set is done."

Emmett hesitated a bit, "She's our best stripper, she has regular customers who pay to see her."

Nezra mugged his phone, "Did I fucking ask? Do what the fuck I said."

"My bad, you got it."

Nezra slid his phone back into his pocket and wrapped his hands around the protective railing, watching as Sahara Jade finished her set.