TEMPORARY PLEASURE

The Run In

Chapter Three

Zac's heart pounded as he couldn't believe what he saw. His mind struggled to comprehend the reality before him, and he had to blink several times to ensure he wasn't imagining things. The woman he had shared an unforgettable night with, whose every detail he had replayed over and over in his mind throughout the day, was standing right in front of him, her presence captivating his every sense. Zac could not take his eyes off the woman who had blown him away in multiple ways. Zac was shocked to see her here in this type of environment. He got a chance to look at her, and she was damn near naked with nothing but a tiny piece of a g- string on.

Zac paused in his tracks, struck by the realization that she was, in fact, a dancer. He found it hard to believe. Throughout their conversation and the time they spent together, there had been no indication that she made a living by performing in a way that involved taking off her clothes. As he reflected on their previous discussions that night, he couldn't recall any clues about her profession. She exuded an air of intelligence and sophistication, appearing to be well-educated and knowledgeable about the world around her.

It was hard to wrap his head around the fact that this sweet, intelligent, gentle soul of a woman was a stripper. Zac knew he had no business judging her life, which was hard. He did not see her doing this for a long time. I mean, life is hard, and it is kicking people's ass. While Zac was lost in his private thoughts, a nigga walked up to her and grabbed her arm, and from the look on her face, she was in pain and looked irritated at the moment. Zac walked up on the scene before him.

Zac- Yo, my man, do we have a problem here?

Man- Nigga, mind your fucking business, me and this bitch talking, and I don't believe I asked you a question now, did I? He says, getting into Zac's personal space.

Zac- I don't give a fuck what question you did or did not ask me. Get your fuckin hands off of her now before we have a fuckin problem, my nigga.

From the look on Zac's face, the man knew he meant business. He let go of Fatima's arm and said the bitch ain't fuckin worth it no damn way, and he walked off.

Zac couldn't help but be captivated by the stunning woman before him. His gaze lingered on her, taking in every detail of her appearance. He felt a pang of resentment, knowing that others had seen her in various stages of undress. Her exquisite figure was like a masterpiece, and he couldn't shake the feeling that she deserved so much more than the environment they were in. As he found himself once more lost in contemplation, her melodious voice gently jolted him back to reality by her mellifluous voice expressing gratitude.

Zac- Well, hello, gorgeous.

Fatima- Hello, stranger. I haven't seen you here before.

Zac- No, my homeboys invited me out tonight. This place is nice, but I did not expect to see you here.

Fatima- What is that supposed to mean? She asked with a perplexed look on her face. Waiting for a response.

Zac- Look, I did not mean to offend you. If I did, I apologize, but this is not the environment I envisioned you working in.

Fatima- You didn't think I was a stripper, huh?

Zac- No.

Fatima- My work is a means to pay the bills and support myself, but it doesn't completely define who I am. I believe that my occupation does not solely determine my worth. I strive to maintain a balanced perspective on life, focusing on personal growth and relationships alongside my professional endeavors.

Zac- Again, I did not mean to make you feel anyway. I understand that life can be bitch. I know doing things you have to do to survive.

Fatima—Well, you know what I currently do for a living, but if you excuse me, I have to prepare for my next set.