Hazel Tamar

Two

Date updated: o8.22.2o13 / o9.1o.2o13 / o9.12.2o13

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A week has passed since we moved into Thomas' little house in New York. We haven't really been anywhere yet; besides the grocery store and other basic places. I was starting to feel like I owed him, and I didn't like being in debt. 

"I'm getting a job." I announced, sipping on my hot tea. 

"You are not." Thomas stated, folding the newspaper back up. "I refuse to have a woman work while in my care." 

Instead of just saying "Okay." I had to of course, take things to extreme measures. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Standing up, I pushed in my chair and leaned over it. "Do you think women aren't able to work?" 

He sighed, "Course not. I just won't allow it. See you later hun, I've got to get back to work." He said, checking his watching and waving out the door. 

"Azura, I'm going to walk you down to the daycare. I'm going out, okay?"

"Kay mami." I grabbed her bag and my purse, and headed out the door. I locked it and walked out down the street to the daycare. Mrs. Tina, an asian lady with bright red hair owned the center, and told me she liked Azura so much she would watch her whenever, for however long I needed her to. 

Mrs. Tina reminded me of Mama Lee so much. They both had kind hearts and where there to help me in any way I needed them to. And Mr. Wong, Tina's husband, he was the best. He had given Azura some chinese for lunch and she kept begging me to take her back for more. 

"Thanks Ma." I said, smiling back to Mrs. Tina and jogging down the street. There wasn't many places I could go at seven at night. But, after about ten minutes of walking, I spotted a club that I could probably work at. No, I was not thinking of being a stripper, but maybe a bartender. 

I pushed the ragged door open and was instantly hit with the smell of drugs, sex, money, and alchohol. After blinking a couple of times I continued to walk and look around, in search of a managers office or something. 

I found a door that said "Employees Only!". I opened it up a bit and almost died. I didn't know that's what co-workers did when they were on break. 

"Y'all dirty." I mumbled, closing the door and looking around again. 

I held my purse a little tighter to my body and examined the strippers as I walked by. There was one that stood out though. She had more people around her spot, and she danced as if she had taken a class on stripping and knew more than the teacher. I stopped an studied her closely, looking at the way she moves, and how flawless she was. 

The girl was beautiful. Dark skinned, with dark red hair that went a little past her shoulder. She wasn't wearing too much make - up, and she was as skinny as Jennifer Aniston, but she had enough junk to throw around in the lingerie suit she was wearing.