The Stripper

New Home, New Crime

Heidi's POV

My eyes started to flicker open as sunlight poured in through my window. I groaned and hid my face under one of my many pillows. After a few minutes of letting my eyes adjust to the light, I grab my phone to take a look at the time.

12:05 pm

I actually slept pretty decent after coming home at 4:30am. I sit up from my bed and stretch out my body. Maybe I'll got to the mall.. Or possibly the gym. With the amount of food I eat, and being a stripper, I need to keep a "perfect" figure.

After cleaning up in the bathroom, I throw on legging, a t -shirt and some sneakers. I grab a quick breakfast from the kitchen and I head out of my house, locking the door.

I looked at my phone to find the closest Gym, and luckily there was one only a few blocks away.

I see the gym a few feet in front of me, but before I head inside, I swore I heard footsteps behind me, so I turn around and there's no one there. I shrug my shoulders and head inside.

The gym was fairly big. It had your basic work out equipment and even a boxing ring. Sweet.
It may sound weird but I really like fighting- it's just such an adrenaline rush.

I make my way over to a padded floor area and stretch out first. Being a stripper may sound easy and all, but if your trying to keep yourself at the top of the chain, you have to be flexible, strong, lean, and keep thinking of different moves. Oh- and it's very useful to know how to fight if a customer gets a little to hands-y

After a good 10 minutes of stretching I head over to a punching bag that's hung from the ceiling. I crack my knuckles before I start punching and kicking it.
I fight best when it's out of anger, or protection. So I try to channel my rage into the bag, and the first thing to come to mind is my father. No shock there, a stripper with "daddy issues."
I realize that I was so into thought, the once hanging punching bag is now fallen to the ground... Oops.

"Punch a little hard?" A female voice chuckles

I turn my head to see its Lucy. I smile at her

"I didn't even realize what I did till I saw it on the ground" I say, point at the punching bag.

"Well I'm impressed" she giggles.
"Want to grab something to eat? There's a pizza place right around the corner" Lucy suggest.

"Sure sounds good" I smile.

After we try to clean off our sweat in the bathroom- gross, we head over to the pizza shop. As soon as you enter the little restaurant, the scent of cheese and fresh dough takes over you. It smelled really good, I didn't realize how hungry I was until I smelled that cheesy goodness of pizza.

"I'll have a slice of cheese" Lucy says
"I'll have cheese with pineapple" I say and Lucy gives me a disgusted look
"Pineapple doesn't belong on pizza!" She lectures me.
"Hey, hey. It's delicious and shush I'm paying" I chuckle back
"What? No, let me pay"
But before I let her grab her wallet I take out my cash and hand it to the lady as she gives us our pizzas. We sat at a small booth in the corner of the shop.

"I'm going to pay you back" Lucy says as she bites into her pizza.
"Don't worry about it, boss gave me more than enough cash for a lap dance" I reply as I sink my teeth into the soft dough. Lucy looks at me like I'm from another planet

"What? Is there something in my face?" I ask her
"No-No, it's just that, our boss usually has enough women to pick from.. For free, that he wouldn't need to pay. How much did he give you?"
"I didn't even ask him for money- since he already pays us because he is the boss... But he game me $200! I was shocked"
Lucy looks like she's about to spit out her water after hearing me
"What? Did he do anything to you? Or ask anything.. Like y'know.."
"Lucy! No, I'm a stripper not a prostitute! He seemed like a nice guy"