The 3 Types Of Guys

Chapter 18: 4 Years More

Kayla 4 Years Later

Hey guys, it's Kayla, I'm 21 now, and I've made some changes in my life. I'm still in New York and I live in a Condo my best friend, Chris Brown bought me. I may not enjoy it, but I'm a stripper at the Ciroc strip joint around the corner. It's fast money and it keeps my bills paid but Chris disagrees with it and I tell him the exact same thing. My mama got arrested for having me kidnapped 4 years ago when I was only 17 but almost 18. So right now, I'm getting ready for work. Almost every bitch I work with got a problem. Malia moved to New York after breaking up with Red for cheating and she works with me. Anyway, about August, he blew up real fast, as in he's famous. I don't really talk to him no more though. I started denying his calls because I felt like a waste of time for him.

"Hey girl, ready for work?" Malia asked.

"This abusive manager make me not wanna go!" I whined.

"I know right!" She replied.

"Ya gotta do what ya gotta do doe!" I said.

"Yeah let's go." I said.

Work

"Hey Yungin'." The boss said.

"Hey boss!" I said.

My stripper name is Yungin' here because when I started, I was the youngest here. I hated it because it reminded me of a special somebody.

"AND NOW FOR, YOUR MAIN ATTRACTION, YUNGIN'!" The DJ yelled after I got ready.

I walked out on the stage and did my thing. Then that song August sung to me, Quiet Time I think.

"WE HAVE A SPECIAL GUEST TONIGHT, MR. AUGUST ALSINA!" The sickening DJ yelled.

"Shit!" I said to myself.

I did everything possible to not show my face. August kept throwing bands at me the whole time.

"THAT WAS IT FOR YUNGIN' TONIGHT!" The DJ yelled when I was done.

I quickly grabbed my money and went to me dressing room and counted it. It was 50 G's.

"Damn." I mumbled.

"YUNGIN', GET YA ASS IN HERE!" The boss yelled.

"Sir?" I asked walking into his office with fear.

"Where my cut at?" He asked.

"Ya cut?" I asked confused.

"Over 5 G's, half is mine, or else." He said.

"Ya had ya chance, bend over!" He demanded.

"But-" He cut me off.

"BEND THE FUCK OVER THE DAMN DESK AND LIFT YA SKIRT!" He yelled grabbing his whip.

"Please d-" He cut me off by punching me to the ground.

I stood up and leaned over the desk. He took off his pants and revealed his tiny head with a condom already on. He thrusted inside me hard as hell. It hurt.

"OH MY GOD!" He yelled smacking my ass.

"AAAAAH!" I screamed in pain.

"Ya like that?" He asked sticking his fingers up my clit.

"No." I replied with my juices spilling all over his dirty fingers.

He put his fingers in my mouth and made me suck them.

"Will ya listen to boss man now?" He asked rubbing my clit with a vibrator.

"Yes sir." I cried.

"GO BITCH!" He yelled shoving me on the ground.

I got up and ran out wiping my tears.

"It's ok boo let it all out." Malia said rubbing my back.

"I hate it here!" I sobbed.

"It's ok, I know something that'll make everything better." She said smirking.

"Malia ice cream won't solve all ya problems." I said blowing my nose.

"Nope, somebody's waiting for ya in the parking lot!" She said.

"Who?" I asked.

"You'll see, put on ya clothes and get cleaned up boo, I'll take ya money to ya car, where the keys?" She asked.

"In the money bag." I said.

After getting ready to go, I walked out the back door. I walked to the front parking lot to see somebody leaning up against the hood of my car. I walked over and starred him in his face, try so hard not to break down.

"Smarties?" He asked.

I was speechless.

"A-aug-August..." I said as the soft night wind blew my long straight hair.

"Kayla." He said touching my bruised cheek.

"Anthony." I said.

"I love ya." He said.

"Anthony." Was all I could say.

"I love ya." He repeated grabbing my face.

"Kayla Phillips." He said.

"I love Kayla Phillips." He said.

He leaned down to kiss me. I dodged his kiss.

"Anthony stop." I said.

"This is wrong, ya don't love me, I was selfish, I ain't wanna leave ya, no Anthony I'm a hoe ya can't have a hoe, ya too good for this." I said in a panic tone.

"Just let me taste ya skin, one time please, ya gotten beautiful, does he hit ya?" He asked.

"Who's he?" I asked.

"Ya boss." He said.

"Our secret, he rapes us and beats us." I said looking down.

"Oh hell nah, I'll fix that by tomorrow." He said.

"No Anthony, I'm fine with it." I said.

"I'm not." He said looking in my eyes.

"I want everything to be perfect for ya because ya won't let me in!" He said.

"We just met for the first time in 4 years August, what the fuck ya expect?!" I asked with tears falling fast.

"Please let me help ya!" He pleaded looking me in my eyes.

"I do still love ya A-" He cut me off by passionately kissing my chapped, busted lips with his heavenly cloud lips.

I had to kiss back.

"Ya will always have a place in my heart, I gotta go." I said pulling away.

"Give me ya phone number." He said.

I gave him my number and he kissed my hand after giving me his.

"Call me." He said.

I nodded my head as he jogged to his Lambo. I stood there a little longer taking in his scent that lingered in the air. I closed my eyes and remembered all the pleasure and love he provided me with as teens. I miss that. I loved that. I ain't been in love in 4 years and I fell in love instantly just now...
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Ashanti- Never Should Have