The Stripper

Baddest Bitch

People always judging me but I don't give a fuck my name is Brooklyn Tiara Adames but I like to call myself the Baddest Bitch. Born and raised in Los Angeles, California but I now reside in Miami I'm 19 years old yeah I'm young but I ain't a dumb young girl . I stand at 5'7 long black hair that stops at my lower back I'm mixed with Dominican and Black so I was blessed with good hair. I have small perky boobs but my ass makes up for that , I also have a 2 year old son who is the love of my life. I thank God for him everyday my uncle raped me when I was 17 that's how I got pregnant with Josiah that fuck nigga in jail now and I'm glad. I've been working at Pleasure for almost 3 years now and what can I say the money is good as fuck I come home with no less than 5,000 dollars yes I'm a stripper but that doesn't make me a bad person or does it... I bounced my ass on some white bald dude who called me over for a lap dance I felt his member grow hard. I rolled my eyes and continued my dance " fuck girl you a pro" I smirked at the guy's comment and stood up from his lap he placed 500 dollars into my thong I smiled and walked off. I now had 6,000 dollars I was a little tired so I called it a night I walked to my locker to retrieve the percentage I owe Jay I closed and lovled my locker back up. And proceeded to Jay my bosses office I knocked twice before I opened the door " Come in " I heard his deep voice yell towards the door. I twisted the door knob and walked into his large office he instantly stop reading the paper work that was on his desk. I just came to give you your cut I placed the money into his hand and he smiled at me " Nah keep it ma you been working really hard lately". I smiled at him it was true I worked 6 days a week 10hrs a day this whole month on top of that I went to school and also I'm a single mother. Thanks Jay he nodded his head I turned around to walk out of his office but he called me back " Wait Brooklyn I have to ask you something" I turned to face him and gave him a look of concern I hope he wasn't about to ask me to do some freak shit. " would you go to dinner with me " he gave me a huge shy smile . Sure Jay that would be nice I hugged him and walked back to the locker room so I could get my shit then dip a bitch was tired. I waved goodbye to some bouncers and girls that I was cool with then hopped in my ride I was going straight to bed when I got home. 20 minutes later I pulled up to my two story 4 bedroom home that I got built last year I sighed at got out my car I was very annoyed at that moment. What the fuck are you doing here ma?! she looked terrible I know I shouldn't talk to her like that but she's a crack and herion addict . " I...I...I need help baby" she stuttered and began scratching her arms and neck viciously. I shook my head in disgust sorry ma but we been through that too many times whenever I tried to help she made me regret it . " Baby please" she began to cry I sighed and threw a 20 dollar bill at her don't come back to my house if you do you will regret it. I hated talking to her that way but it had to happen she stared at me for a few seconds and walked away I unlocked the doors to my home and walked straight upstairs to my room. I sighed and sat on my bed I said a quick prayer and went to sleep.