Addicted

20• what now?

"My office. Now", Russell spoke as he brushed passed me.

I swallowed hard, following him into his office.

I sat down, holding my breath.

I was mentally debating on if I should speak or not.

"Russell, I am so sorry--"

"No, I'm sorry", he exhaled.

"Wh--"

"We're going to have to let you go, Desiree. I'm sorry."

"You're firing me!? Are you serious!? It isn't my fault your wife is a whore!" I snapped.

"My wife isn't the only reason you're being relieved of your contract. No one wants to work with you. You're making a complete fool of yourself. No one takes you serious anymore. You've tainted your image. You're seen as some pussy crazed, sex freak. Not only have you ruined yourself but you're affecting my agency and I can't have that."

1 month later.

"We have some news that should cheer you up!" Addie grinned.

I laughed, rolling my eyes, "cheer me up? You guys, I'm fine!"

It's been a month since I lost my job. Russell was right, nobody and I mean nobody, wanted to work with me.

I have some money set aside but it would only get me so far. I needed to find another job.

"If you say so but we're throwing you a surprise birthday party!" Nia announced.

"How is it a surprise when you just told me?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, we didn't plan on telling you but we thought of having strippers so we needed insight on the type of women you like. Plus, we thought you would like to invite some people", Nia explained.

I smiled, brightly. Despite everything, I still have my friends. I'm so grateful for them being accepting of my new lifestyle.

After lunch with my girls, I stopped by Fantasy's place.

"Hey", she greeted me with a hug and a peck on the lips.

"Hi", I smiled, stepping inside.

"What brings you by?"

I redirected my vision from her round ass peeking through her cotton shorts to her face to see her smirking.

"I'm sure you heard.."

"About you getting fired? Yes. What happened?" She sat down.

I sat down across from her, sighing, "I fucked my boss's wife but I didn't even know she was married."

She chuckled, shaking her head, "I'm sorry. It's not funny!"

I rolled my eyes.

"So what are you gonna do?"

"I was wondering if you could get me a job at the club?"

She laughed again, "wait, you're serious?"

"As a heart attack. I need the money", I sighed.

"I'll talk to my boss and get back to you but in the meantime--"

"Fantasy, I can't", I sighed, declining her advance towards me.

Trust me, I wanted to but the way mother nature's set up.. It wasn't happening.

She pursed her lips, "well, that's just too bad."

"Yeah.. I should go. I'll call you", I grabbed my bag.

..

"What are you doing here?" Alyssa raised an eyebrow.

"I haven't heard from you."

"I've been busy", she shrugged.

I glared at her, "cut the bullshit, Aly."

"What do you want, Desiree?" She huffed.

"Why are you avoiding me?" I asked.

"Because .. Did you really sleep with Russell's wife?"

I sighed, "I didn't know."

She shook her head, "that's not even the point, Des. You're sick. You need help and you can't even see it because the people around you are allowing you to think your actions are okay."

"What are you talking about!? And what people are you referring to?" I questioned, slightly raising my voice.

"Having sex with all these different women isn't okay, Desiree. You lost your husband and your job. You have an addiction and you're letting it consume your life. And people like Fantasy! She doesn't give a damn about you", she exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes, "she doesn't? Yet, she's been there. Where were you?"

She sighed, "I don't want to witness your self-destruction. I can't. I care about you too much."

A few days later..

"Well, if it isn't lil miss I'm too good for a stripclub. I heard you're looking for work now", he smiled, flashing his gold tooth.

I rolled my eyes, "are you going to get the job or what?"

He pursed his lips, "step into Clive's office."

I followed him towards his office.

He licked his lips, sitting behind his desk, "close the door."

I closed the door, biting the inside of my cheek.

"I need to see what your body looks like", he says.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Look, I only hire the best of the best. Show me what you workin with or bounce", he shrugged.

I sighed, removing my clothing piece by piece.

"Damn, ma. You got a bangin ass body", he says, standing up.

I swear if he touches me..

"Can you dance?"

I shrugged, "somewhat."

He stood next to a stereo.

"Show me what you can do", he says, gesturing towards the pole in the center of his office.

Over the last few days Fantasy had given me some pointers, so I had some type of confidence.

..

"So do I have the job?" I asked once the song came to an end.

"You start this Friday. See how the crowd feels about you. Then we'll go from there."

I smiled, brightly, "thank you so much!"

"No problem, sweetheart but you need to come up with a name.. How about Desire?"

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