What Love Will Do.

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As I starred in the mirror at my curvaceous body, I could feel my hands clam up. Though I do this shit on a regula,r, every time before I get on stage I get nervous. I don't like what I do and I hate to even talk about it. I come here, make a few bands and leave. Nobody knows what I do except my bestfriends and that's how I intend to keep it.

"Paradise, You up" Lola, one of the strippers, said to me. I took a deep breath and looked over the provocative outfit I had on. 2 chainz and The-Dream hit song 'Extremely Blessed' blared throughout the club and I knew then and there they wanted me front and center.

I swayed onto stage and began moving my hips to the beat. I then envisioned myself in my bedroom at home and loosened up. I began climbing the pole , dropping to splits and twerking and some shit I didn't even know I knew how to do. I f you didn't know me you'd think I was a pro. Though I hated my job I danced like I loved that shit. The better you danced the more money you brought back home. I needed the money, my tuition and my bills won't pay themselves

"Damn Paradise"

"Baby girl ass swallowed that thong"

Sexual comments were thrown my way nonstop as I shook my ass on stage. These horny fucks and big ballers was loving every bit of this shit. I danced to the next 2 songs and picked up all my money.

"You did good girl. I'm surprised. When you walked up there you was as stiff as a stick. Thought you had changed your mind or something." Lola said when i returned to the back.

"Nah, it's just I don't like doing this shit but it's easy and fast money so I can't complain much but Thanks" I said and went to count up all my money.

When I finished I took out the owners lil 15% and I put mine away in my purse. I freshened up my hair and make up and made my way to the floor. It was mandatory that we walk the floor for 30 minutes advertise drinks and lap dances. I mean it was extra money but that shit made my fucking feet hurt.

"Booboo you got requested" Twinkie, another stripper said tapping my shoulder. I turned around.

"By who?" I questioned looking around . I hated being requested I didn't like doing one on one lap dances , I preferred walking round with that damn tray trying to sell drinks..

"Him"she said pointing to the VIP area. I squinted my eyes and it was a chocolate dreadhead motioning to come over.

I sat my tray down and make my way up to the VIP section.

"You Paradise right?" he questioned licking his lips. He wasn't all that cute up close.

"Yes, That's me."

"Cool, my homebody need to be hooked up. I'm talking bout the whole package, if you know what I mean" he said winking. I scrunched my face up.

"We do lap dances only. "

"Twinkie use to hook bruh up." He said taken aback.

"Well, I'm not Twinkie I'm Paradise and I do lap dances only. How many you want? I charge by the song." I said becoming agitated. He smacked his teeth.

"How much?" he questioned.

"$150 a song"

"Damnnnnnn, she taxing like a muthafucka." another dark skinned dude said.

" Ight, Give my nigga a gran worth. It's his birthday so make it special" Dude said attaching the money to my hips. I simply smiled.
He called his homeboy up front and he was the ugliest deadhead I've seen in my 19 years of living.

"Lord please help me find another job" I mumbled as we made our way to the back.. He sat on the couch and i gave him six lap dances. With every song that came on I twerked a little and clapped my ass all in his face. He loved the fuck out that shit.

" You give head" he questioned. I gave him a stale face.

" That shit dead as fuck." I said with attitude evident in my voice.
I was every bit of annoyed and I wanted him to understand that shit.

"Well what else you do." He questioned.

"Lap dances only and they're 150 a song. Yo friend gave me a gran and you already had your six songs. I gathered my belongings.

As I was getting ready to leave he grabbed my hand.
"Damn ma , where you going? You ain't gotta leave right now with yo fine ass" he smiled licking his lips.
I snatched my hand. "My shift is over " I said and left. I made my way to the back and changed clothes.

" You done already" Lola questioned.

"Yeah,Ima holla at y'all later" I said as I exited the building through the backdoor. I was aggregated, tired, and feltdisgusting. I fucking hated working there but I have responsibilities and I justcan't see myself giving up.

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