the STRIPPER diaries (EDITING!!!)

Asia: Prologue

*phone rings*

"Hello. Who is this?"

I never bothered to save numbers in my phone. I don't know why.

"Its your father, Asia. I just wanted to call and check on my princess. How are you?"

"Oh. Im doing just fine. You don't have to call and check on me."

"Yes i do. You're still my daughter and i love you no matter what."

"Shit.."

"Asia Janae Miller! Don't ever use that language when you are speaking to your father!! Do you understand me?"

"Im surprised you still know my phone number, let alone my full name. Bye daddy."  Click.

I don't even know why he called me. My parents kicked me out of the house years ago. They usually only call around holidays but today was just unusual. I'm never in the mood to talk to my father.. or my mother either. I come from a devout Christian family. Both my parents were pastors at the biggest church in Atlanta. The Millers were well known for it, too. Wealthy Christians who had it all.. or so we made it seem. I went along just fine with the whole Christian thing since birth. But when I turned 15, I started to pull away from the whole devout abstinent goody two shoes image. I started wearing makeup, painting my nails, wearing weave, and everybody, especially my parents, was starting to notice my sexual awakening. My parents made it perfectly clear that I was starting to ruin the "family name" or what the fuck ever they wanted to call it. I knew the truth. The Miller family name didn't mean shit to me anymore. I stopped talking to all the church girls that i was raised with. Started hanging out with Toya. I even lost my virginity in 9th grade.. something that my parents made me vow to keep until marriage.. but fuck that. Hearing my bff talk about how good dick and head was made me want to try it early.

My first time was with Toya's older brother, Deangelo. He was so huge that I cried the whole time that we fucked that night. But the second time we fucked.. It felt so good having my first orgasm and i couldn't believe that my parents wanted me to wait until marriage to feel this way. My parents never even let me go out on weekends so I was always sneaking out. Mostly to see Deangelo.

But shit hit the fan right before my 17th birthday when my parents found out that I was living this "disappointing" lifestyle. They kicked me out right on my ass and told me that they didn't want to raise a harlot.

Since then, I had to learn how to get out here and grind it up all on my own. I've struggled and dealt with a lot of losses and learned a lot of lessons along the way, but I'm actually happier than I've ever been before.