"In the club high on purp with some shades on..."blasted through the speakers. Even though 'I'm the best' stripper at Pleasure's Gentlemen club, every night is more degrading than the last. I'm only doing this job, so I can put me and my little sister through college. I need the money and ma and popa aren't around anymore. Does it really even matter to be alive?
~Ericka
"Ericka you betta get you big booty here!"Boss yells
"What's the issues ,sir?",
I asked while rushing into his office. "Ericka ,do your know how many times I told you 'bout writing in this house?".
"Yes sir. I just want to write a book and not do this."
Boss gets all in Ericka's face. "You don't want to do what? Are you crazy? You must be! You know no stripper leaves this business unless you gettin' married."
Ericka just started feeling a guilty feeling in her belly. She wanted to crawl and die in a hole. She rushed out his office and ran to the nearest motel.
"Hello Ma'am! How may I -?", the motel manger had stopped in mid sentence. Erikca's clothing wasn't the best. She was wearing a see-through tee and some shorts that look liked panties. Her shoes were some KD's. She was considered bad to most of the boys.....but they didn't know her past, they knew the body....they didn't want to.....it was so much more....so much more painful.
Part 2
~Makayla & Jasmine
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RandomHer nights are full of stage lights. The men their mouths agape at her figure. Every single eye is on her.......She takes hold of the silver pole......She gives them a show. She reminds every man in there just what they came for.....To see a show pu...
