A Stripper's Lifestyle

Chp. O3.

•Brajha•

I'm spending the day with my girl, Jasmine, we're looking for some cute new outfits for work. She's picking mine and I'm picking hers. We know each other's taste like the back of our hands.

"How about this?" I heard.

I turned to see a cute white lace bra and thong set, and then the straps were a sexy burgundy red. I looked at it & smiled, so then I got hers to show. It was a royal blue and white, but it was a little different due to it not having straps. She grabbed it and examined it carefully, and then we went up to the register. We paid and made our way out of the store.

"So, did you give the guy you gave a lapdance on last night your number?" She asked me.

I shook my head "no", and kinda pouted he was really cute. "He was so damn fine girl, and I swear I would've given him my number. But, I did my job, got my money, and then left. I think he wanted me to stop for a second, but I didn't now I feel bad."

"Did you get his name?" I shook my head rather fast, because it was my favorite celebrity.

"His name is Bryson. You know, Bryson Tiller, his fine ass. Jesus Lawd! He would've got it last night I tell ya'." I told her truthfully. Bryson Tiller is one fine ass nigga I swear, and with that face and voice had me in a trance. "Who did you give a lapdance to last night though?" I asked.

"Tyga. But, it wasn't that serious. He gave me his number, and we hung out for a lil' while today. But, I got a lil' nervous, made a lie that you needed me...and ditched, well left." She told me and I chuckled.

"You know a few celebrities and you don't get nervous around them. What's so different now?" I asked her and she looked away for a split second. By the way she went silent...I could tell something was on her mind.

"Tyga, is my biggest celebrity crush. Even though our age gap is insane, I still would love to be his. I mean I'm grown I can do what the fuck I want. 18 years old means adult hood, I'm a grown ass woman and-" I had to cut her off.

"No boo, your not a grown ass woman. Just cause you can vote don't mean a damn thing, 21 is a grown ass person. 18 means that your legal." I told her and she just rolled her eyes...hey I'm just stating the facts. I don't even call myself a grown ass woman, yes I'm 19 years old. But, I can't say I'm a grown ass woman yet. When I call myself a grown ass woman it'll be on my 21st birthday.

"Whatever Brajha, but some people last night thought it was wrong for me to dance on a 26 year old man." She told me.

"What? Why? Those girls be 15 and they dance on almost 40 year old men. There was nothing wrong with you dancing on him." I told her. That's some foul bullshit, it's not ok to judge an 18 year old girl for dancing on an 26 year old man. Because she's over 17 years old, and can handle herself. But, you won't say anything to a 15 year old child shaking her ass on almost 40 year old men.

"I don't know, but you know the minor girl? Uh Tracey, she's 15 and she shook her ass on a 45 year old man last night, didn't nobody say shit about that." I shook my head in disgust I can't believe in today's society that a girl that young would work in a place like a strip club. She's fuckin' 15 years old, even though her body is full developed she shouldn't work somewhere she would potentially get hurt. Plus, how does she get home? A lot of people carpool, but sometimes she doesn't have a ride. I don't like the fact that last week she had to walk home. It was 3:45am and she was alone. I heard the next evening, I was already home by the time she had to leave.

"Well, Tracey shouldn't be working at all. She's still in school right?" I asked.

"Nah, she dropped out. Her mom couldn't afford it anymore, plus she works till wee hours of the morning. She couldn't handle working till almost 4am, and then get up and go to school at 5am. She'd never accomplish anything, so she had to drop out. And you know her mother, Ms. Barbara, she's sick right now. With their hospital bills, bills, and trying to make sure everything in their home stays right...she had to choose or they would've put Ms. B out on the streets and Tracey in foster care." She told me.