Gena
"Mia... wait." I push myself back and take a deep breath.
M: "What?"
"First, there's a camera *I point to the corner* I don't wanna lose this job too *chuckling* second, we need to seriously talk. As much as all I wanna do is kiss you... And... Touch you...*clears throat* we can't." As bad as I wanna just fuck her, I can't. I need her to hear me out.
M: "When's your next break?" God she's so beautiful. Her Spanish accent is god damn sexy. Her lips are perfectly plump and pink. "Genavese *snaps fingers* when is your next break?" I feel myself blushing, I got caught staring. Damn it.
"I can go on one now before my next set. I just need to let Michelle know." She nods her head and I step off her lap.
M: "Just meet me at one those tables on the second floor." I say okay and walk out to find Michelle. After letting her know I'm going on break I go to the bar and get 2 glasses and patron.
I get to the second floor and one of the girls is asking Mia if she wants a dance, I subtly roll my eyes before walking over. I mean the dancer, Bambi, isn't hard to look at but she ain't got shit on me or Jess.
Mia sees me and grabs for the glasses and the bottle.
B: "Hi cinnamon." I fucking hate the new stage name. So god damn unoriginal, but Michelle felt it suited me. The fuckery...
"Hi Bambi." I sit next to Mia and down the first double she poured.
M: "You gon talk before your breaks over?"
"I don't even know where to start Mia. I really don't."
M: "You seein anyone who's actually good for you this time?" What did she mean by that?
"No. I'm not seeing anyone. I haven't been with anyone since Molly." Her whole demeanor changed after I said that. "Fuck. I'm sorry. Did you ever find her?"
M: "Yuh. We got her a week after all that shit went down. Your girl wasn't too smart."
"Yeah.. Neither was I. What did you mean someone who was actually good for me?"
M: *chuckle* "Me, Molly, what was her name? Tay? And then there was the irrelevant one that was with you and Tay. And uh Chloe." My head shot up so fast when she said Chloe's name. I know I never told her about that part of my life. Fucking Jess!
"Why did you come here Mia? To judge me and make me feel like an idiot because I attract pendejas like you?!" I stand up and she grips my wrist tightly slamming me back down.
M: "Watch how you talk to me Genavese. That wasn't what I was doing. I am not God, I have no room to judge." I scoff and chuckle at that.
"Who told you about Chloe and how much do you know?" I snatch my wrist away from her and tilt my head to the side.
M: "Why does it matter that I know about that shit?" I down another shot before shaking my head at her.
"Because that was something VERY private that happened between me and Jess! I've never told anyone else about that!"
M: "I made her tell me because I knew your stubborn ass wouldn't."
"Maybe I would have when I was ready!"
M: "So tell me this, you started doing coke last time because you and Jess.." I squint my eyes. I don't want her saying what happened out loud. "Why'd you start it this time?"
Damn... I hadn't really thought of a way to respond to that question. I mean, I knew it was coming eventually, I just thought it would be with Jess and I'd be able to answer how I want to.
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Not Your Average Trap Queen
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