Enough said.

❝ truth is ❞

• Two months later •

Graduation had gone by and Zonnique had dropped out just months before. She gave up on herself. She didn't care about school nor becoming a nurse. Now she's stripping and selling again on the side just to get by. She only strips twice a week just to earn extra cash. Zonnique never would've thought she'd step foot inside a strip club. Her motivation was getting enough money to move and get Kam. She wasn't even close yet. Tonight was good night at Onyx. A couple of celebrities were in the building so that meant more cash. Zonnique was in her dressing room getting ready to put on a show. Being that she was the youngest stripper, she had a lot of clientele. This was an advantage. She looked down at her black laced bra, matching panties and her red stilettos. Her blonde wig was curled slightly with streaks of blue. She looked so much different now. She had also put on a a few more pounds, but it helped actually. Zonnique pushed her breast up more before walking behind the curtain. It was time for her to go on now. "Or nah" by the Weeknd started to play and the curtain went up. That's when Zonnique started the show.

Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah?

You can ride my face until you drip and cum

Can you lick the tip then throw the dick or nah?

Can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

I'm not the type to call you back tomorrow

But the way you wrap them 'round me is a prob

Ain't nobody tryna save ya

Baby, get that paper

Probably got a lot of other bitches owe you favors

Pussy so good, I had to save that shit for later

Took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table

She repping XO to the death, I'm tryna make these bitches wet

I'm tryna keep that pussy wet, I'm tryna fuck her and her friends

Zonnique smirked, sliding down the pole, twirling and spinning like a professional. A few guys handed her bills and she slid them on the sides of her panties. She didn't enjoy showing her body to strangers but this was only a temporary job. She planned on quiting once earning enough money. As the night went on, Zonnique gave a few lap dances to some big-time rappers. Overall she earned a whole thousand dollars in one night. This was a record for her. After her shift was over, she went back to her dressing room and removed her stripping attire. She put on a pair of acid washed jeans, a plaid button up shirt and her black timbs. She grabbed her duffle bag then fled out the backdoor.

Around midnight she made it home safely. Zonnique went inside and plopped down on the couch, checking her phone. Multiple instagram notification, Twitter, and a few text messages. She checked them all then began reading her text messages.

Ro:
Hey. Can I come talk to you?

Zonnique

I texted Romero back a simple yes and sighed. We're no longer dating but I still hangout with him most of the time. I think we're better off as friends anyways. He thinks the same. Before he gets her, I showered and washed my hair. I changed into my basketball shorts and sports bra along with a pair of black nike elite socks. Shortly after getting dressed the doorbell rung. I headed down the stairs and opened the door. Romero stood there with his hands stuffed into his pockets looking at me.

"Hey Romero." I smiled allowing him to come in.

"Actually I can't come in. I wanted to tell you this in person." He said seriously looking me in the eye. "Tomorrow morning I'm leaving for college."