Pink Champagne [August Alsina]

Chapter 9: Splits n' Money

August's POV

I headed back over to my house. Feeling no type of way. "Aye. August, man. What's wrong witchu?" My nigga Chris asked. "Paris. The bitch broke up with me." I said. "Damn... That girl got a body on her! Mind if I smash?" He asked.

"I don't give a fuck. I never even had real feelings for her." I lied. I was really starting to like her, but I honestly think I don't need to settle down, cause my habits get to the best of me and I lie about almost everything. "Well, we got some information on the girl that's been dealing on our turf." Chris said handing me a picture.

"The girl is cute. But I ain't going to let the fact that she's a girl stop me. Where does she meet up for shipments." I asked staring at the picture.

"I don't know, but I can ask Mike. He deals out all the drugs for people to sell, so I'm pretty sure he would know." He said.

"Alright. Get him on the phone."

Paris's POV

"You need to get yourself back on your feet. A new job, new boyfriend..." Amber said softly.

"I just broke up with August yesterday. I think I'll wait on the boyfriend part, but you are right about getting a job. I got this big ass house, bills to pay, and the money's running out. But where can I find a good paying job?" I asked. A evil grin crept across Amber's face.

-LATER-

"Oh no. No, no, no, no, no!" I said looking at the flashing "girls" neon light sign in the curtained window. "C'monnn! You need the money! Look, I worked here for about a month and look at how I'm living! Of course I found another job after to help keep the funds up, but if you work here for at least a week, you'll get enough money to start off with. Plus, I know the owner of the place personally! Just tell him that you'll be working for only a week and he'll understand." She said reassuringly.

"Just a week?" I asked slowly. "Just a week." She repeated. We got out of the car and went in. There was money flying everywhere, strippers grinding on guys, everything I expected in a strip club. "Amber!" A guy came running over to us. "Hey Jarred! This is my girl Paris, and she's here for a temporary job." Amber said getting straight to the point.

"Alright. How long we talking here?" Jarred asked. "Just a week." I said quickly. "Okay, follow me." He said leading us toward the dressing rooms. We went into the room and all eyes were on me. "Everybody, this is Pixie! She'll be working here for a little bit, so don't be a bitch to her!" Jarred said before pulling me and Ross into some sort of practice room.

"Umm... Pixie?" I asked confused. "It's your strip name sweetie." Amber said with a slight attitude. "Okay..." I said. "Show me what you got, babygirl." Jarred said pointing the the pole at the center of the room.

I stared at the pole, remembering how I used to see my Aunt dancing on one like it. My mom would drop me off with my "sweet, caring, educated" aunt so she could go to work. Truth was, my aunt was a cocaine addict and a stripper. After my my mom would leave, Aunt Pankie would take me to the strip club so she could do her work. I would sit in a small resting room for the dancers and watch her through the small window that was right in front of the stage.

I refocused on the pole in front of me and hopped on it. I just did what I used to see my aunt do, and the rest was history.

"That was great! You start tomorrow night at 8. Rose will show you what to bring and what you need to wear. See you Pixie!" He said before exiting the room. "See! That wasn't that hard!" Amber said smiling hard. "I... Guess." I shrugged. "Okay, we need to go find you some heels and 5 outfits for this week." She said pulling her keys out of her purse.