Pulling down my black masquerade mask, I examined myself in the mirror. I wore my hair curly, and my colorful tattoos, glistened from my lotion. The black mask complimented my eyes, and the deep red lipstick that I wore.
I can't remember the last time that I been to work at the club, but I know I worked too hard to build myself up, and I'm not going to just let it go down the drain. Karma, the best stripper in town, was back in business.
I walked from the back, into the open area of crowds of sweaty bodies. It was someone's birthday party, and birthday parties were my specialty. I went to the bar, grabbed a bottle of Ace Of Spade. I lit the sparkler, and headed to the VIP section, where the birthday guy or gal was.
"Happy Birthday dear O2 , Happy Birthday to you!" The people of the VIP section finished singing , as I stood with the sparklers finally dying down.
Did they say O2? That's the name that the guy who killed Zay's parents . Is this my luck? Damn, God still manages to bless me through all the evil that I'm taking part in. I looked over to the man that everyone else was looking at, he was about 5'10, waves, and darkskin. He carried himself well. Even though we were in a club, he was dressed in a navy blue suit, with light colored dress shirt under it, making sure not to leave out the red tie.
Something about the way he carried himself made me want him on a whole different level. Moments later everyone went back on to partying including O2.
I had a genuine smile on my face, and walked over to him. He had his guys in front of him and some other people, he nodded to them to let me through.
I held out the $6,000 bottle to him with a smile, "Happy Birthday."
He smile, holding the bottle with one hand. "You have good taste in drinks."
I half shrugged, "Eh, I guess. Kind of have to working in this profession. How old are you, birthday boy." I nudged his arm.
"The big 30." He shook his head smiling, rubbing his hands over his waves.
This actually shocked me, he couldn't be a day over 25. I raised my eyebrows in shock, "Oh really? Because this baby face is working out for you." I pinched his cheeks like someone's grandmother when they haven't seen you in awhile.
He laughed and shook his head. I couldn't help but think to myself, this is the big scary O2, huh? I vibed back into the music, and gave him one last smile before walking away.
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Lifestyle Fulfilled
PertualanganWith the benefits of being a stripper at night, racking in 5's, 10'a & 20's and then being a homebody during the day her manager finds her a job, with a crime known as murder.
