I sat in the drivers seat of my dad's car in the parking lot, fiddling with the cap of my new red lipstick.
"Fuck this job.. fuck everyone." I mumbled to myself as I smeared the lipstick on my lips and threw it in the passengers seat. I got out of the car and slammed the door, scurrying to the entrance of the club, hoping my dickhead manager wouldn't notice I was late.
"Leahhh," a familiar voice called out behind me. I turned around slowly. "I-I'm sorry I'm late, my dad wouldn't let me borrow his car and my battery died, and-" he cut me off.
"I don't give a flying fuck about why you're late, get in there and make me some damn MONEY!" Gorge yelled, flicking his cigarette on the ground. I bit my tongue, nodded my head and stepped inside the club.
How insane is it that I'm really not the partying type, but I work at one of the biggest strip clubs in Miami. Oh, the irony.
"Hi, how may I help you?" I walked up to my first table of drunken men, putting on the fakest smile I could manage. Tonight just wasn't my night.
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Dark Side // z.m
FanfictionAs a 22-year-old cocktail waitress at a strip club,Leah goes through hell every night. But one particular night brings in a customer who might just change her life..
