Reputations

Chapter 1

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             "welcome to the stage exotic"

   I hear Natasha Mosley 'anything' starting to play as I walked onto the stage. Taking a deep breath, I strutted over to the gold pole.

-'Anything she can do I can do it too
Wait till we get home, boy I'm gon' show you
Remember that thing she did on stage?
Times that by two, boy don't be afraid'-

    I began winding my hips as I lip sang to the beat in my head. I walked around the pole and began to climb doing tricks that were favorited by the crowd below me.
As I continued dancing, I saw money beginning to pour onto the stage from men who probably were just slanging crack on the streets or just so happen that they got their welfare check that day. anyways you might ask why are you a stripper, well there's this big but simple story to it. my name is Jamia sanders and I'm 17,  My father unfortunately got addicted to crack after my mom had passed. He constantly drinks, and sometimes abuses me if he's not in one of his moods. 

-"Anything she can do, I can do betta
(Betta)
I betcha, nigga I betcha
I can do it
I can do it
I can do it"-

Snapping back into reality I realized that my song was coming to an end. I did a couple dips and stripper walked my way off stage.

"Give it up for EXOTIC", Dj Jef said as I made my way into the locker room.

But Instantly the smell of something rotten hit my face or its was just Keshia she smells like fish like you know when you go into a deli of some sort and u go to the meat section and they have that smell. But anyways I put my long brown hair into a neat bun, and threw on some black leggings with a plain white shirt. Grabbing my money bag that was filled with 10s, and 20s, I headed out to my matte black Range Rover....
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30 minutes later I pulled up in front of my so called dads apartment. Twisting the knob to room 106 I opened the door. Taking a few steps forward into the apartment I felt a burning sensation on my right cheek.

"What the fuck", I said with a angered expression.

Turning around I see my dad with droopy red eyes and cuts on his arm and shirt.

"Where u been Ik u ain't been hoeing ", he said with this crazy look in his eyes.

"If you really think that of me your a stupid bitch",I said coldly.

Without me saying anything else I walked straight to the back while he continued to rant on. Placing my money bag on my desk I walked to my conjoined bathroom turning on the shower. I did my daily routine then got out of the bathroom putting on some black shorts and a tie-dye hoodie that says local trap-star and my black customized tie dye Jordan's. Putting my hair into a messy bun. After I was finished I walked over to grab my money bag and moved some floor boards and put my duffle bag in there. Grabbing my wallet and keys I headed out to my car. Walking to the door I looked around for my So called dad  but he wasn't there. Shrugging my shoulders I walked downstairs and into the parking lot. My car was parked all the way in the back, while I was walking around cars 3 shots rang out throughout the parking lot.

"BOW BOW BOW "

Bryson's p.o.v

"I told you. I don't play when it comes to my money", I said while blowing the smoke off my gun.

Looking around I saw this girl with these brown eyes staring at me with a mortified expression.

"Aye come here" I said motioning with my gun.

"Me" she said with fear in her voice.

"Duhh", I said walking over to her since she didn't move

Now we're face to face. I began twisting some of the hair that was out of her bun, "so what did you see".

"N-Nothing", she said with a stutter.

"That's good then.. What's your name", I said looking into her eyes.

"Jamia", she said looking at the ground.

Tilting her head up. "your too pretty to look down and that's a sign of disrespect" I said caressing her cheek.

"Sorry", she said quietly.

So Jamia may I have your number, I said sweetly.

Hesitating she slipped out some lipstick in a pink color and wrote her number on my arm.
And With a wink I turned and walked to my Benz. Before hopping in my car I stared as she began walking away.

" Jamia, you should be inside it's dangerous, I said with a smirk.

She turned around with a small smile and continued to walk to her car.....

Chapter 1