Diablo is my name. It wasn't my real name but I just liked it. I got the name after lighting my cheating ex's house on fire, unfortunately he survived and I got two years in prison.
My real name is Blu Jackson. Yes, you heard that right, my name is Blu without the E. You're probably wondering how I came from a wealthy family of drug dealers but ended up being a stripper in the hood.
Well ever since I got out of jail with attempted murder on my record, not a lot of companies want a criminal working for them so I went for the lowest job possible. A stripper.
I was earning 35 dollars an hour for 37 hours a week. I guess you could say that I was making 1,295 dollars a week for just throwing my ass in the air and giving half ass hand jobs in the back for my more rich customers.
"Diablo! Wake your ass up!" My boss, Damian yelled in my ear. He was around forty and had gray hair already growing out of his ears. He was more of a pimp than a boss to me but I didn't care.
"I was day dreaming not sleeping." I mumbled, knowing that if I said it out loud he would slap me harder than a Black mom when you talk back to her.
"You got customers waiting and I need two hunnid by tonight." He grabbed my arm and whispered "I wouldn't want to hurt you again." He smiled and let go of me with a slight push.
I frowned. If I would of stayed in college I could be a nurse right now. But I had to drink that beer and it ruined my life. I had more dicks in me for money than Kim Kardashian.
"Hey baby. Bring that fat ass here." A deep voice said to me. I fake smiled even though the guy wasn't that attractive and had poor hygiene from what I saw.
His jeans were baggy and his shirt had blood stains but from what I could tell, he was rich. Everyone here was rich because I was a stripper at a five star hotel in Brooklyn.
"What can I do for you?" I smiled and asked while he smiled even wider. His teeth were either stained from cigars or he had gold teeth, I couldn't really tell by the dimness of the light.
"How about I take you up to my room and we have some fun?" He put a one hundred dollar bill in between my breast and I smiled.
I already made $600 this night but it wouldn't hurt to make some more just in case.
"I'm not supposed to go to my customers room."
"Says who? Your pimp?" He sighed and pulled out another one hundred dollar bill but this time he held it out in front of me. "If you take this, all you have to do is give me the best blowjob I'll remember. That's all I want baby girl."
I smirk and take it out his hand. "What's your room number?"
