A Stripper's Lifestyle

Chp. O2.

•India•

I got off work early as hell this morning, like at around...5:30am. I can't believe people stayed at a strip club till early times in the morning like that. I got paid over $450,000 workin' the pole, and then did a lap dance for Chris Brown. He paid me over $50,000, like these celebrities be droppin' hella money for just an exotic dancer. They ballin' on no budgets for sure, and I'm over here planning a budget. I'm up in my room drinkin' some coffee, on my MacBook, with my glasses on, hair tied up, no makeup on, and doing some online shopping for this new house I'm in. Recently, I bought my first house and it needs some furniture. Once it's furnished, I'm having a new house dinner.

"Hey Sissy." I heard someone say. I turned around seeing Jasmine's ass in the air, I turnt back around and continued my job. "What you doin' girl?" She asked me while I seen a sexy quilted brown colored ottoman. It would go nice with the creme leather couches I got, so I got that and I have some pretty pillows ordered from Pier 1.

"Ordering some more furniture for the living room, what you been doin'?" I asked her while I looked at some pretty vases. "These are so pretty I swear." I said while ordering some stylish ones.

"Girl, can you take a break for a minute please?" Jasmine said plopping down into my lap. She's my little sister and she's annoying, been this way since we were little. "But, I wanna go shopping we got paid last night. Let's go." She said and I just pushed her big ass off me. She fell on the floor and I laughed. "That was not nice, plus I'm your little sister you have to be nice to me." I just laughed again, now that was some funny shit. "What the hell is so damn funny?" She said while sittin' back on the bed.

"Yo ass. I ain't suppose to be nice to you, I just put up with yo' ass." I said and looked at her. She gave me a stale face, and then looked at the computer screen. "Oh you ain't talkin' now, yo' ass know damn well I'm just playin' with you." I said and her face was priceless, she gave me a small smile. She then laid her head on my chest...like always. "What's wrong?" I asked her running a hand through her hair, as she seen some more things.

"Can you cook please? Fuck going out I want you to make chicken." She said lookin' me dead in the eyes. "Or some catfish and grits?" She said while she grabbed the MacBook, and started browsing. I looked at her when her face was at the screen, and then looked at the wall. What the hell? She lucky I got that shit in here, everywhere else in this house is furnished. Just as soon as the living room is furnished, I'm gonna be all good. I walked downstairs and while I did...my phone buzzed.

(***)-***-****: Hey SweetTooth.

Me: Who is this?

(***)-***-****: This is Breezy.

Me: Oh hey, yeah I remember I gave you my number last night after the lap dance.

(***)-***-****: Best lap dance ever tho.

Me: Lol, but let me save your number in my phone real quick.

(***)-***-****: Aight.

Me: Aight that's done wassup?

Breezy💰💎💨: Nothin' much just sayin' hey, and maybe did you wanna hang out pretty soon?

Me: Uh, sure I'd love that.

Breezy💰💎💨: Cool but what's your name instead of your stage name?

Me: India.

Breezy💰💎💨: Ok, India I'm Chris.