I can't be working at McDonalds no more I look too damn good to be working behind a cashier registere the way they pay me is ridiculous I got paid better when I was a stripper. I quit stripping cause I fell in love with this papi name Brandon we met while I was giving him a lap dance for his birthday, I remember that day like it was yesterday I had him on rock in those baby blue jeans he never thrown any money but I didn't care at the moment the way he look at me I could tell he wanted more that just a little lap dance after my session was over I went back to twerking on the pole getting that shmoney did that counted that up threw it all in my duffle bag and was heading out the exit door. As I walk I heard someone say ayye shawty I turned around and realized it was the birthday boy.
"Ohh hey birthday boy" I said.
"Wussup? Can I take you home?"
I chuckled "you really funny after you didn't pay me and, now you wanna take me home I don't think so birthday boy" .
"The name is Brandon" correcting me what's your name baby? I rolled my eyes Brittany but, you can call me Brit.
okay Brit may I take you to my place?
I looked at him like he was stupid "umm No money No sleep". " I Gotchu baby you can have all the money you want" he said. "Now you talking my language" I smiled. Even through I didn't wanna go with him and plus I already called an cab I had to go he was so damn fine I couldn't resist.
