{10:00PM, Saturday Night}
“Pour it up, pour it up, watch it all fall out, pour it up, pour it up, that’s how we ball out, strip clubs and dolla bills…”
The bass of the speakers bouncing against my ear drums, the music was bumpin’, Jay brought me to the strip club to get my mind off of things, I was hesitant at first because I hadn’t seen Jaiden in two days. I know it didn’t seem like a long time to be away from my child, but still she’s my baby and of course I’m gonna miss her every second of the day. But after much persuasion and pressuring from Jay, and maybe even a couple threats I managed to put on my best outfit and scrape up a wad of ones to attempt to pay these girl’s bills tonight. I made a face at the thought, these girls stood on stage, gyrating and shaking their asses for men, practically degrading themselves for money. It disgusts me, but hey you gotta do what you gotta do to get that money right? Looking around as we stepped into the club, Jay was already comfortable, dapping up people whom I knew nothing about, I chuckled, this girl had always been the social butterfly. Soon we both ventured off into our separate ways, she going to get a personal dance, while I on the other hand continued to sit and watch the dancers.
Becoming mesmerized by the females in front of me, twirling and sliding up and down the pole methodically, I didn’t notice the man staring at me from the corner of my eye until he took it upon himself to send me a drink. Looking up at the bartender I was about to refuse the drink until the man waved at me with a slight smile on his face. “On me!” he lifted his glass to gesture a sign of friendship. I smiled and waved back, “thanks!” I slick put the drink beside me, examining it’s dark red, murky texture, hm…Blood Mary? I wrinkled my nose, sniffing at it when I heard his voice behind me. He stuck his hand out in front of my face, “Hey, I’m Marcus…owner of the club. I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been neglecting your glass, you don’t drink?” I chuckled at his remark, “no I just don’t particularly favor Bloody Mary, but thank you for the offer…you been watchin’ me?” He fumbled over his words, looking for an excuse for why he was so infatuated with me, “uh well…I mean who wouldn’t be caught up in someone with blue hair and a fat ass?” he bit his lip, looking over me hungrily. I rolled my eyes, and got up, not hesitating to throw my drink in his face before I walked off angrily. He yelled after me, “Come on baby! I was just playin’!”
The night continued on, I still caught him watching me from time to time, what was this guy’s deal, why was he so pressed on me? After a while I approached him again, “Is there a reason why you keep following me? What do you want?” I stood with my hands on my hips, looking up at his face, which gave off a redish glow, he was kind of handsome, he had a nice smile and a chocolate brown complexion, and a baby face but he was still kind of funny looking…in a good way I suppose. “I was wondering if you would wanna work her, you got a lot of potential you know? I could make you a star,” he replied, hitting a blunt and blowing the smoke in my face slowly. I wrinkled my nose, “you mean as a dancer? Nah, I don’t get down like that, sorry,” I turned to leave but I felt his fingers wrap around my arm lightly, I turned and gave him a look then glanced down at my arm, I assume he got the message so he took his hand away, quickly shoving it into his pocket. “Maybe not a dancer, but at least a hostess? You can keep your clothes on, all you gotta do is serve food and drinks and that’s it, here take my card and let me know alright?” he looked me up and down, flashing a smile, waiting for my answer. “Hostess huh? Just serve and that’s it…there’s no catch or anything?” I glanced at him curiously, fiddling with the card in my hands, running my fingers over the printed name on the card, ‘Marcus Johnson, club owner.’ “Yeah babygirl, that’s it…gimme a call, aight?” and with that he ventured off, while I looked after him then back down at the card. “hmm…we’ll see about it…, the more money the better,” I smiled to myself, going to grab Jay and heading out of the club, looking over the card the whole way home, memorizing his face and his number, I spoke his name aloud, letting my tongue taste it, “Marcus…Marcus Johnson…” Little did I know what he had in store…
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Ms. Carter
FanficMs. Aaliyah Carter lived a lower class life, but she was able to feed herself and her nine month old daughter, Jaiden. Little did she know her life would soon make a dramatic change because of one man.
