Digital Girl ▸ z.m

two

(warning): there's going to be a lot of New York/Chicago slang in this book so here's some definitions:

Jawn = word you can use to describe any noun. the context i use it in means "girl".

Deadass = just a word to emphasize your point

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It was 4 in the morning and the crowd began to thin out. Ladies were giving their last lap dances and bottle girls were cleaning tables and locking up the liquor shelves. Magdalena finished up her second screwdriver and waltzed backstage to go find Trey.

When she went behind the curtain the reek of dozens of perfumes and hair sprays stung her nose. The sound of lockers being opened and closed filled the room amongst laughs and conversations.

"I took this nigga to the back room for a lapdance and he told me he wanted to eat my ass!"

"What?"

"Yes girl, yes the fuck he did. I told him this wasn't a motherfuckin' brothel!"

"I'm screaming!"

Magdalena chuckled, remembering conversations like this when she worked at Sin City years ago.

"Oh my gosh is that Maggie?"

Another girl ran up to her, and grabbed her arm. Magdalena's eyes widened. She couldn't recognize this girl either. She wore a purple corset with black pasties, thigh high fishnets, and platform heels.

Magdalena laughed nervously. "H-Hey."

"It's me!"

Magdalena blinked, an evident blank expression lacing her features.

The girl bit her lip. "Khris..."

"What the fu-" She gripped her arm and pulled the girl in for a hug. "Khristina, you look so different!"

"Thanks to Dr. Miami." Khris mumbled against her chest.

Magdalena left Sin City two years ago on her twenty-second birthday. She made the most money out of all of the girls there, which of course caused a lot of jealously and made Trey attract to her a lot more. Many of her co-workers chalked this up to favoritism, and made rumors (which of course were false) that her and Trey were fraternizing.

But Trey was just a tycoon. He was and always would be about his money, and anyone who helped him make more of it; was a friend of his. Khris always stayed neutral about it, and that made Magdalena like her more than any of the girls at the strip club.

"I can tell boo, I can tell!" Magdalena gushed. "Titties sittin, ass pokin, coca-cola body on full display."

The girls laughed and discussed the changes at the club. Khris told Magdalena about her two year old and her mommy-makeover, and Magdalena expressed that she was just up to her same 'ol antics, but with richer people.

"I think you'd make a great mother, to be honest." Khris says, making Magdalena suck her teeth.

"I'm not in a rush to have a baby, yo. Hey do you know where Trey is?" She craned her neck behind the locker.

"In the back using the bill counter." She pulled a stack of twenties out of her stocking and waved it in the air. "Come with me, I forgot to give this to him."

Khris leads Magdalena through the locker room and into Trey's office. When they get there he has his back to the door. There are two giant piles of money next to him. One is organized in the shape of a pyramid, and the other is in disarray. He takes another handful of money and places it into the bill counter. Magdalena knocks on the wooden doorframe.

Trey turns around, frowning when he notices Khris standing in his general vicinity. His blue eyes shift from her, and his hard features soften as he notices Magdalena's presence. "I knew you would come."

Magdalena rolls her eyes, squeezing past Khris and strutting into the room. "Whatever."

Trey chuckles, but his smile falters when his eyes meet Khris' figure peering into his door way. "What do you need?" She cowards, but holds up his cut of her earnings.

"I came to bring you this. . ."

"Mm," He hums, tieing another stack of money. "Set it down on the desk."

"I'll see you tomorrow." Khris plops the money onto his desk, quickly jaunting her way back toward the door. "Was nice seeing you tonight, Maggie." She says over her shoulder, waving to Magdalena.

"Nice seeing you, too," She hollers. "Bye!"

Trey closes the door when Khris gets out of earshot. "She barely makes any money."

"That's nice to know, but listen I didn't come here to gossip." Magdalena sits in his giant leather chair, beginning to count his money. "I came here to discuss this bread, so unless you got some I don't wanna talk."

"My kinda jawn." Trey chimed, snatching it out of her hand.

"So, what you got for me?"

"A proposition."

"Which would be..."

"You come here, work, make four thousand a night."

"I need that in writing." Magdalena tells him.

"Ok?" He scoffs. "You act like that's a hassle."

Magdalena rolls her eyes. Trey often forgets that she knows him like the back of her hand. "Trey, I'm deadass not going to work here unless I get that contract and have my lawyer read it."

He laughs. "You deadass sound like a white girl now. Lawyers. Psh, what happened to taking care of bidness by 'yaself?"

"My lawyer wouldn't be such a problem if your intentions were pure." She twirls a strand of hair around her finger. "I know how you operate, T."

Trey can't dispute, so he goes back to counting his money. "I know you miss it here, Mags."

She sucks her teeth. "Boy-"

"The atmosphere alone has you salivating. You've got a real bloodthirst for money, and of course . . . sex." He chuckles. "Admit it, Mags."

She leans back in her chair, biting her bottom lip as she mulls over his completely accurate observation. In this moment, she wishes that he couldn't read her so well. She wishes that he hadn't been such a good manipulator. No one--not even her parents-- knew her like Trey did. He took her from working at Checkers on Fordham Road in the Bronx, to making thousands a night.

He knew her, and she knew him. Sometimes a little too well for their own good.

"I'd hate to spoil your moment of reminiscence about the past, but this contract needs to be in my possession by next week,"

She slaps her hands down on the armrests of the chair. "Or else we don't have a deal."

"Alright, Mags. Goddamn you're so extra."

"Whatever," She gets up, stuffing a handful of the profit pile on his desk into her bag. "You need me man, I don't need you."

With that she prances past him and out of his office, car keys already in hand.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

magdalena all about her money, that's a real bitch lmao.

**shady nigga trey is played by the handsome michael ealy (;**

i think i'm gonna make a playlist for this book,btw.