_At the Blue Moon Gentle Man's Club | 11:09 pm_
*Bella's POV*
Pour it up, pour it up
That's how we ball out
Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
Pour it up, pour it up
That's how we ball out
Strip clubs and dollar bills
I still got my money
Patron shots can I get a refill?
I still got my money
Strippers goin' up and down that pole
And I still got my money
Four o'clock and we ain't going home
Cause I still got my money
Music played in the background as i finished up my makeup. Then suddenly the door slammed open
"Bella, Could you hurry the f_ck up!", My boss, Miss Mae shouted at me.
"D@mn, i'm coming, you ain't gotta yell soo loud", I answered irritated af
"Don't catch an attitude"
"Your're the one who threw it"
"You know what, Bella, you betta getcho Mexican @ss out there now, or you 'bout to get fired", She hissed back at me.
I huffed and rolled my eyes at her and stumped the rest of the way out the room. I seriously can't stand her, she has had it out for me ever since i started working here. I seriously need to get a new job.... As i was about to reach fro the door, someone else came through almost knocking me off my feet. A girl with really long curly hair came through the door almost falling. I've seen her around before but ion know her name.
"You good girl", I asked her once she and i regained our balance.
"I-im goo-d", she replied walking off., Slurring on her words, obviously drink at least that's what i think.....
I continued through the door on my way to the stage, which was at the very front of the club. I looked straight ahead trying to avoid looking into the crowd. Even though I've been doing this for a while. I still feel vulnerable up here.
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"Bella", a familiar voice yelled at me. I turned and saw Mrs. Mae. I was surprisingly relieved to see her, 'cause I've been on this pole for 30 minutes now and i hope she's about to give me a break.
"Someone requested a private dance with you, y'know where to go" She said then just walked away._
"Are you f_king serious", I whispered to myself then walked down the stage to the "after dark" rooms which is basically where the private dances and secret prostitution's take place.
As i was walking towards the room, a wave of nervousness came over me. The after dark rooms are where I've had some of my worst experiences as a stripper. I finally walked up to the door, turned knob, and walked in and saw a girl about my age pouring wine in to a glass.. Is not that I've not done dances for girls before, but she just seemed not the type...
"Your finally here, c'mon take a seat", the girl said now facing towards me with the glass in here hand.
"s-shh ure"
"So, let me get straight to the point, the name's Isabelle right?" she asked with a "question mark face".
Yeah but....."
"i know, i know you usually tell people your name is Bella",
"Wait a minute who the f_ck are you?!",
"Whoa, chill, i was getting to that...", she replied holding her arms up as defense
"Ok.. You heard of *The black widow* before"
Yes,,,,,, isn't it that feminist group.... where are you getting at. I got things to do...
"Well, i work for that "feminist group", *the black widow*, and we are trying to recruit people.. (gets c.o)"
"So you saying you giving me a job", I said enthusiastically i'll do or take any job to get out of this one. I don't mind others doing it, sh_t get yo' money but this is not for me anymore.
"Yeah kinda"
"Coo... i'll take it, but what i gotta do", I'm a skeptical 'bout this think.
"Well.. take this", she said handing me card that had a number on it and above it simple same *The Black Widow*
Give me a call when your ready", she said while standing up and picking up her purse.
"Wait, imma just inform you know this job is going to be harder and more "interesting" than you think, be ready", She said just before walking out
I just gave back a blank stare then she finally walked all the way out the door. I just shrugged off what she said not knowing that this will be the beginning of the craziest, scariest and trying experiences of my life.
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*Well that's the teaser. Sorry is soo short but i promised the rest will be hella long. And another thing "the girl" that just talked to Bella i didn't mention a name for her, because i need somebody to sign up and be her. Ion want to give to much info about her but she is a big part of the story. And i really liked everybody's application but y'all kept signing up for one role, but i'll try to include y'all in the story. Hope you sign up.
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Teen FictionIsabella Valentine Blanco, a Colombian born girl, who came to the U.S at the age of 16 with nothing but her sack of clothes, $500, and a hustler mind, she will do anything to get to the top. Where she wants to be and where she knows she belongs.