Anya Is a struggling 24 year old who faces obstacles very much often. After finding herself reaching her breaking point, she turns to stripping to make a living. It becomes successful with little to no stress... but for how long?
ANYA MARIE RICHARDS (Ny) (UH-NIE-YAH) Chicago, IL 11:39pm 24
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🔆"You need to stop giving that nigga access to you if all he wanna do Is fuck, friend." Yanna said. "You too beautiful and intelligent for that shit."
There was a time where I was happy. Where I didn't have a care in the world. I once lived in a world without worries and drama. Ever since my daddy died, I been in the street, homeless, sleeping from couch to couch, and stripping. My mama despises me and feels like I'm the reason for my daddy's death, so me and her don't get along at all, fuck that bitch. It's been about 7 years since we spoke and time can keep going on as far as I'm concerned.
I'm 24 years old and I'm gon be 25 in a few months. My current situation consists of me stripping to pay my bills and make a living and being roommates in a nice 3 bedroom condo up north with my best friend Yanna. Since about 11 years old, we been close as fuck, literally locked in for 10+ years. What she went through, we went through together, when she got in trouble, I did too, when she fought, I did too. We were and still are inseparable. I would say she my sister for real. For 4 years now, our situation gradually became better and struggling wasn't an issue anymore.
"You like that shit girl?" Tee groaned in my ear.
"Yes Tee! Keep fucking me just like that!" I yelled out gripping the sheets.
Now, Tee was a nigga I would fuck on from time to time. We weren't committed to each other because he simply didn't want to be committed. Honestly, I did want a relationship and wouldn't mind one with him. But, he just wouldn't budge when it came to him expressing himself and I for sure wasn't gon beg a nigga to do so.
"What you finna get into?" Tee asked as I went in the bathroom to clean myself up and get dressed. He lit the half blunt we'd smoked before we started fucking and approached me.
"Nothing. I'm finna head home and chill the rest of the night." I responded simply wrestling with my hair in the mirror. He rested his head on the doorframe as he admired my naked body.
"What?" I asked snapping him out his thoughts.
"Shiddd nothing man, you just pressure. I gotta have you every night."
I rolled my eyes at his comment. Every sentence that comes out this man mouth was a contradiction to anything he said. "Tee, you do not want me here every night, be for real." I snapped back looking dead at him now. He smacked his lips and retreated out the doorframe back into his room.
"Ight don't start that." He said leaving the bathroom now. See what I'm saying, his lack of expression irks my nerves. How do we fuck so good and never get along when shit gets sentimental on my end. There's no correspondence between us when it comes to
