CHAPTER ONE:
Noramlly people would say that my job sucks and im stupid for loving it. Well I'll tell you that I'm a...stripper!
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"jade get you ass out here they are all over the bouncers!!" I groan and walk outside. Nothin but drunk idiots fighting. Tipical! "Hey break it up fuckers!" I yell. See we have bouncers but they just wont listen to them so I have to tell them off. That's the reason I got my name. "Leave asshole!" I scream at the idiot trying to touch me. He looks at me and walks off. God stupid people! My phone goes off blaring A team by Ed Sheeren. "What Bill?!" I ask my manager. He's like my stepdad always taking care of me. "Well I got a call from some people saying they wanted a private dance...from you" I groaned. "Who are they??" I asked a bit annoyed. "Some famous people just get ready and pack your clothes your flying to England." And with that he hung up. Great! just fucking great!
