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3. farrah (present day)

third person; farrah age 20

throw it up, it upwatch it all fall outpour it up, pour it upthat's how we ball outthrow it up, it upwatch it all fall outpour it up, pour it upthat's how we ball out

music boomed through the club speakers, basically drowning out the sound of any conversation. 

"let's show some love for diamond!" the dj announced, interrupting the music to allow farrah, or diamond, on stage for her set. none of the girls used their real names. 

she moved around the pole effortlessly. she hit all of her best tricks. splits, inversions, poses. the guys in the crowd loved her, so much so she was one of the club's top earners. and for good reason. she was beautiful, naturally talented, she always had a way of connecting with the crowd. 

she crawled to the edge of the stage, making sure to lock eyes with every man within eyeshot. she had her crowd eating out of the palm of her hand, reaching out to take the bills from them, tucking them into the straps of her black bikini set. 

she had a lot of regulars, whom she could usually pick out of the crowd and work them a little harder, always aiming to make more than she did the previous night. it was a friday so it was super busy. 

"thank you" she mouthed, accepting a fold of twenty's from one of her favourite customers. 

her last song faded out, signalling her exit from the stage. the stage led back to the girl's dressing room. "how'd you do?" farrah's best friend willow asked, "five hundred first set" farrah told her, putting her money into the bag in her locker. "damn girl" willow praised her. 

"go get em" farrah gave her friend a supportive nudge before she went out for her own set. 

it was time for farrah to go do her private dances. it was the best and worst part of her nights. she made a shit ton of cash, but had to put up with all of the men. 

she moved gracefully around the floor, paying careful attention to who's attention she grabbed. she had an hour until her next stage set which she spent in the private booths. the main function was for lap dances, but at least half of the time she just ended up playing therapist listening to these guys vent about their lives. girlfriends, wives, jobs, stocks, you name it. 

she had it pretty easy. dancing was just muscle memory at this point and the other alf of the time she just had to pretend to listen good enough. the occasional nod, "mhm" and "i'm sorry to hear that".

"can i buy you a drink honey?" some guy asked, "not while i'm on the clock, sorry" farah stroked his arm. technically she was telling the truth but basically everyone drank on shift. even the manager. 

farrah didn't continue her education past high school. to be honest she didn't mind stripping, minimal effort maximum payoff. she lived very comfortably in la, money was never a trouble. 

her family knew what she did and they didn't like it, but they couldn't say too much since she supported herself completely. 

farrah didn't date. not by her own choice, guys didn't date girls like her. they only saw her as her job, even though the men she saw were nothing to her but a pay cheque. 

they never got to know farrah, only diamond. they didn't know about her little sister kayla, who was only two years younger than her and practically her best friend. they didn't know she loved fashion or that she was a really good baker. they didn't know about her cat who she named goose. he just showed up outside her apartment complex one day, but no one claimed him. she liked listening to true crime podcasts and she didn't drink coffee, only tea. 

she didn't even try to persue guys anymore. they always, always left as soon as they found out. she did understand, it wasn't everyone's lifestyle. no one really understood unless they were apart of it. 

diamond was announced to come back to the stage for her final set of the night. snapping her out of her little daydream.

we play our fantasies out in real life ways and
no final fantasy, can we end these games though?
you give me energy, make me feel lightweight
like the birds of a feather, baby
we real life made for each other
and it's hard to keep my cool
when other bitches tryna get with my dude and
when other chickens tryna get in my coop
'cause you're a one in a million
there ain't no man like you

she went back on stage, giving it her all for her final set.

a/n questions,

1. any specific plots character events tropes etc you really like/want or particularly hate 2. i used to write almost exclusively in third person but i've been doing a lot of alternating first person pov what do y'all prefer or literally don't care? 3. if ur new here shameless self promo i literally have like almost 20 stories on my account most of them completed so check those out 4. any other questions/comments/concerns for me?