I couldn't believe he was sitting here. Sitting right here in my place of work, waiting on a lap dance from me. I can't lie I was definitely embarrassed. I stared at him for a while, gaaa' he was so fine. She his eyes hovered my body, I froze up . I wonder what he's thinking , he probably thinks I'm easy now. Fuck it, just do what I came to do and leave. Quicker I finish, quicker I can go home.
"You Ready papi?"
I said. That quickly got him out his trance. He looked up at me like he'd just one a prize , I laughed in my head. I went to work on him but he took me by surprise.
"Why you here?"
I looked at him. Okay! This nigga crazy. Nobody ever asked me that plus why would he care. "What?"
"Why you here? You too pretty to be here"
I just stared at him.. He can't be serious right now. Why couldn't he just get His dance, give me my money and move on like everyone else. Instead this nigga wanted a conversation. I stood up.
"Why you care?"
I turned the music off and grabbed the door to leave.
"Wait. Look, I -"
BANG BANG! "Everybody get the FUCK down! Now!"
I jumped back and looked towards him confused. He gave me the same look back.
Should I continue?? I havent had any inspiration . Leave comments !
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Life In New Orleans
Teen FictionCedes ... Just a Nola girl trying to make it out the hood. With a crack addicted mother & having to work late nights at a strip club as well as go to school. Mercedes soon finds love to soothe her hard exterior. *My first book .. don't be scared t...
