The Sugar Baby

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1.

So I originally had posted Chapter 1, but being the perfectionist that I am, I rewrote some of the first chapter because I hated the first version and I hope that this is a better version! Please leave feedback!

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The air was thick and humid throughout the opened, yet darkened area as various dancers upon stage gyrated their bodies to the sinful beat of the song that left the intoxicated men in a trance with nothing but lust in their eyes.

Some couples mingled among themselves at tables around the stage front as others went into the back rooms and disappeared for god knows how long and did God knows what.

A few obviously fed up men packed around the bar and ordered as many whiskey shots and bottles as they could while broken females tapped their fingers against the countertop awaiting the arrival of their long lost prince.

And then there was me.

A girl without a penny to her name
with no inspiration to do anything at the moment.

This was my life.

I either waitressed or stripped every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, depending on what mood the owner was in.

Tonight I waitressed.

This wasn't exactly how I had planned living the early years of my adult life, but this got the bills paid and that was all that really mattered to me.

I knew that if daddy could see me now he would be disappointed, but he was currently in Mexico so I had nothing to worry about even though other family members seemed overly curious about my doings. I just lied and said that I was an assistant to some old guy at every Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner.

A soft yawn escaped my lips as I shifted in my position and brought my crossed legs down and underneath the table they were once on.

Three strippers; Alexandria, Ricky, and Evelyn performed their routine to a song by The Weeknd as purple and green lights around them flickered from section to section on the hazed and mixed crowd.

"Well, well, well. Now, why aren't you up on stage? You know, I have a l—" A familiar voice called out and I threw my hand up, already sensing the smirk forming on his lips.

"Oh save it, Leo. What do you want?" I snapped before looking over my shoulder and taking in the appearance of my longtime friend, Leonardo Moretti.

A mischievous grin stretched across his thin lips as he sauntered over and took a seat across from me at the table I was seated at. "It's nice to see you too, Blaze." He greeted with a devilish chuckle.

I knew this boy was up to something, something bad, I could just feel it in my bones.

Of Irish descent with eyes of a viridescent green and hair of striking copper, Leo was the exact epitome of an attractive and not-short leprechaun.

Leo and I went back a long ways. I had met him when I had moved from Texas to New York and he just so happened to live in my new neighborhood. We lived next door to each other in fact. During middle school, he had my back and I had his and we became close like brother and sister as time went on. After we graduated high school, he got into a bit of trouble for some drug dealing and did a few years in prison , but now he was out and at his best, working for his uncle.

His bores flickered and landed on the three on the front stage before his gaze fell back on me. "I actually have a job for you." He announced rather cooly.

My eyes narrowed on him. "Leo, if you're trying to get me to be some prostitute or sell some drugs for you, forge—"

Leo threw his hand out and quickly shook his head.