No Love In The Game, No Trust In The Game!

Chapter 6

"Girl it look like a basketball game out there. All of those ballers hell for a second I thought we were at the Bulls game tonight." Melissa said as she walked into the dressing room. "I know right bitch I just know im leaving out of here with at least 2 thousand before the night is over" I said happily smiling. "How much have you made so far?" "1500. I'm gonna do one more set before i leave though." I said as I sprayed the dressing room with perfume. I swear if a person didn't know any better they would walk pass this room and think it was JJ's Fish and chicken cause these hoes stank. "Girl i don't know why you're even okay with leaving out of here every night with that chump change. I told you what you gotta do to get the real cash." she said. "Yeah but when you first told me you make up to five thousand a night you forgot to mention the part where you fuck and suck on every nigga in here that's willing to pay." "Girl I thought you would know that. I mean it's common sense, we're strippers. Did you honestly think all we did was dance for that kind of money? I don't think so. Just dancing will get you that little ass stack you struggle to make every night. I know you don't wanna do it but you might as well get with the program sooner or later. It's not like every single other bitch in here not fucking and sucking too. You're the only one that be acting all stuck up plus you have to work 10 times harder than all of the rest of us and get paid 10 times less. Just think about it." she said trying to sound convincing. "Nah, I just came to dance, that's it!" I said mimicking Ebony from off of the players club. "Alright bitch have it your way like burger king but in the mean time im about to go to the back room cause i got a date with benjamin franklin. It's a white boy this time so I should be back in 5 minutes tops, you know how they are." she said as we laughed. "FIVE MINUTE FELLAS" we said in unison as she walked out. I looked in the mirror and began to fix my hair. My hair was starting to sweat out but i still looked good as fuck. I looked down at my arm and began to drift away from reality. There was a tattoo of Rachel's face on my forearm. Whenever I looked at it, it kind of made me feel like she was still here. Still with me. When the other girls would piss me off I would look down at my tattoo and talk shit about them to her and I swear sometimes I could still hear her voice in my head saying "Girl fuck them hoes. They don't want no smoke like a cancer patient". She was so ignorant I thought as i laughed to myself. I grabbed my phone and called Maria. She was a older Mexican Lady that i hired as a part time nanny. She watched Tammy for me on the weekend while i was at work. She adored Tammy and it was easy money for her because since I worked at night all she had to do was come over and be there with Tammy through the night. She literally got paid to sleep. After 3 months of working here I was making at least 3,000 dollars a week. Regardless of what Melissa thinks, that's a lot of money and I was doing well for myself. I bought a brand new car. No more buses for me. I also bought a big ass condo for me and Tammy. I turned the extra bedroom into a guest room for Maria since she sleeps over on the weekends. "Hey Maria, did I wake you?" I asked. "No, I was just sitting up watching the law and the order show." she said. Why do Mexicans have to put the word "the" in front of everything? I thought as i smiled at her accent. Her English wasn't the best but she was getting better. She's been teaching Tammy Spanish though and she's almost fluent in it now. The other day when Tammy and I were at the grocery store she called some lady a "Puta". When I asked her why did she say that she said she heard the lady and her friend talking in Spanish saying that I needed to take that cheap weave out of my hair. I guess they didn't know that my little genius child was bilingual. Jokes on them because I didn't even have weave in my hair. I don't know why people are so shocked to see a black girl with long hair, they automatically assume it's fake. "What time did Tamera go to bed?" I asked her. " I made sure she go to the bed by 10 o clock, no problems this time. She sleep like little angel doll." Maria said trying to sound convincing. I already knew that Tammy plays Maria like a guitar every night. As soon as it's bed time Tammy would pout and beg to stay up a little while longer and Maria being wrapped around her little finger will let her. She just can't say no to her. "Okay well i'll be home in about an hour, I might leave early tonight." "Okay, you bring tortillas back. I make a breakfast tacos for you manana." "Maria it's 1 in the morning. Where do you expect me to get some tortilla shells at this late?" "Si, you stop at the store. The walmart stays open toda la noche. All night long. See you when you get here, Gracias." she said before hanging up on me. I fixed myself up and went back on stage for my last set. I was only on stage for about 20 minutes. I had already made 1500 so once I made my other 500 I was out of there. I wasn't money hungry like the rest of those bitches, I knew when to stop. I went back to the dressing room, took a shower, changed my clothes, and left out.