The Stripper Alliance

Chapter 10

My phone buzzes and actually freaks me out. I look at the number. I sigh and say, “Shocker! Unknown number!”

I hesitate as I open the text message and half-expect an apology. It says, “Great! I knew that you loved me enough to dedicate an entire show to me! XOXO!”

I sigh. Reverse psychology is not going to work with this guy. I slide the keyboard open and furiously text, “Ugh! You are a delusional pervert and I will never go for a guy like you! GOODBYE!”

I shove the phone in my jeans and I start to weep. It’s uncontrollable. I take my pillow and start to cry into it. I am falling into a state of depression. I have a loony stalker, smashed camera, and a dead-end job. I am starting to now realize that my life sucks. I am digging deep into a pit of despair and it’s going to be more and more difficult to pull myself out.

My phone buzzes. I am so nervous that I feel like I am about to throw up. I pull out my phone from my pocket. I open the text message and it says, “Why did you destroy my camera? DUMB BITCH!”

I slide open the keyboard. I punch out, “Listen douche bag! Leave me alone. I don’t know who you are or how you got into my house. I am going t find you and videotape you as I stab you many times!”

I send the message. This phone is becoming a curse. It was a gift from my ex-boyfriend, but now it is becoming more of a burden, not a gift.

I cradle the phone in my hands just waiting for this stupid bastard to text me back. I half a million things to say to him, but I have to pace myself. I look at the clock. The red numbers paint out 2:23. It’s Sunday, I have work tonight, and tomorrow I have school. Just fuck my life.

My phone goes off and I quickly open the text message. I am filled with curiosity. The text message says, “Oh you know who I am, Onyx Mason. You do!”

I tuck my phone into my purse. I have to get to work early today. For some reason Sunday is the most popular day at the strip club. I don’t know if it’s because men have had long, boring weekends with their families, or it it’s because they have to go back to work tomorrow.

I get up and put on a pretty cocktail dress. Tonight I start serving drinks at 5:00 and then I have a show at 7:00. I’m hoping to make a good three hundred bucks tonight.

I finish my outfit with a gold clutch, silver high heels, and a flower in my hair. Tonight I’m just trying to come off as the girl next door, especially since I burned a few bridges last night.

I go down the stairs and find my mom. She is in the kitchen reading a magazine. A parenting magazine. Great, she is in a parental mood. I don’t know If I’ll be able to go to work tonight.

She looks up from her magazine and takes a sip from her pretty champagne glass. She smiles and asks, “What’s up, Buttercup?”

I approach her and kiss her on the cheek. She giggles and asks, “What was that for?”

I smirk and say, “Mom I’m going to work. I’ll see you later tonight.”

She smiles and cheerfully says, “Okay!”

I turn around and I am completely confused. I look at her and politely ask, “Mom is everything okay?”

Her eyebrows slant and she turns her head at a forty-five degree angle and now I know that she is confused. She asks, “What do you mean?”

I laugh and say, “Well you’re reading a parenting magazine and you usually have a problem with me going to the club.”

She shrugs her shoulders like she has no problem with me going to the club. I carelessly say, “Alright then, goodbye.”