A Soft Devil (COMPLETED)

Chapter 2

Once I wiped off all my makeup, I walked out the club with my ripped jeans and my dirty white Nike Air Max's. I wasn't a fan of shopping by how outdated my closet was. I got in the car with Rosalyn, one of my good friends at the club. Me, her, and Kayla all clicked when we started stripping together. She's so chill and laid back, but this bitch is super wild when she's around her friends.

"I think I got a new customer." She started when we got in the car.

"Who is he?" I asked getting in the car.

She started up the car and heat vents. "Alright so he was bein so sweet and delicate with me, but the way he approached me was the cutest thang. He was like hi, my name's Ethan. Can I get a lap dance from the prettiest girl in here, and I was like of course, I mean that's my job. So I take his hand and lead him to the back and do what I do, and this motherfucka tips good like he gave me a Benjamin. And to make it even betta, he's so fine like damn-papí-fuck-me-all-night-long typa fine."

I started laughing. "Bitch you wild."
When I calmed down from laughing, I knew exactly who she was talking about. "Bitch, holy shit, I was givin a lap dance to his douchbag friend."

"What went down?"

"So I was just mindin my own business, by the bar and shit, then this nigga comes up behind me puttin his hands all over me like he was my boyfriend or somethin, but I threw it behind me. So I tell him how much I pay for a lap dance, and he's complaining sayin I'm not cheap and shit, so I was like just worry bout havin the money. So I get to doin my job, and I feel him get harder and shit, and we were almost finished til your dude came over and was like we gotta go. This nigga did not want me to stop, but eventually he slid me off of him, and tried to walk out without payin me."

"Oh hell naw!"

"This nigga really tried, but I caught up with him, and told him to pay up. Rosa, this nigga was thinkin this was at a restaurant or some shit sayin, I don't have to pay if I'm not satisfied. And I'm like bitch this ain't no customer service typa shit, but your dude told him to pay up and he did."

"See, my boyfriend's such a sweetheart." She joked.

I snickered. "Nah but get this, the guy Jessie, who was tryin not to pay me, smacked my ass when I was walkin away."

"You should've got Tony on his ass."

Tony is one of the bouncer's at the club, and he does not play any games with any of the customers who come in. He throws a dude out when they're disrespecting us or just causing a problem period. He's like that overprotective brother that always has your back.

"The only reason I didn't is because that nigga was too fine. Sucks he a douchebag tho."

After that, we started talking about the other customers we encountered tonight until we got to the front of my building. We said our goodbyes before she drove off. Once I started getting closer to the apartment building, I smelled the trail of the piss the homeless people do their business at in the alleys. I covered my nose walking up the red graffitied chipped steps to the cheap apartment complex. I tried to sneak past Roger since it's been ages since Kayla and I have paid rent on time. I tip-toed to the stairs, but him calling my name stopped me.

I turned on my heel to face him. His hair was finally growing, but his teeth weren't getting any whiter, and his eye bags were getting heavier. He raised his fat hand and gestured me closer to him. I took one step towards the booth before he threw down his newspaper.
"Where's the check?" His thick Russian accent erupted through the lightly dim hallway.