Money Bags

Stripper Poles

Kalani

It's my first night at work and I'm super nervous. Earlier this week I went to pole dancing classes. So far I've learned a lot. I just hope I do good. Me and Maurice came up with my stripper name, Bella. I wanted to just use my name but he said a beautiful girl like me deserves the name Bella. Me and him have been getting kinda close. He's sexy as fuck but I respect his relationship with that saltine cracker Maryah. He hasn't been hitting on me which I like because that would make me living in the house awkward as fuck.

Kyla is at the house probably playing with Kameron. They are getting close too. Its adorable. She wanted to know where I was going but I didn't tell her exactly what. I just said I had to work.

(Strip Time)

I'm in the dressing room changing. More girls are arriving. I've meet some. They seem cool and chill. They taught me a few tricks and moves.

The owner came in the room while I was adjusting my top. Even though I'm a C cup, this little ass bra barely covers my nipples. I can't go out like this.

"Evan, can I get a bigger top?"

"Just trade with one of the other girls. You go on in 5 minutes.Your pole is the third one down to the right."

She left.

Jackie

I saw the new girl walking my way. She better not ask for my top. Even though it's too big, I like this one. Before the words could form out her mouth I replied "No".

"Well Damn ok" she said before walking off. For some reason, I don't like her.

Kalani

Some people are so rude. That tranny lookin ass thing just told me no before I could even as. Just as I was about to sit down, a really pretty girl walked over to me.

"Hey I'm Sugar, but you can call me Aaron. I don't really have titties so you can wear my top." she started to take it off.

"Thanks. I'm Bella, but you can call me Kalani." We traded tops.

"Don't be so nervous. Just relax and shake dat ass" she smiled before leaving to go on stage. I followed her.

Time to shine.

(At the end of the night)

By the end of the night I had 800 dollars. Aaron said that most strippers here don't get that much in 3 days. I guess the crowd likes me. Before I left, Sugar and I exchanged numbers. She seems pretty cool to hang with. I walked out Magic City with a fresh pair of clothes on. While I was walking a man walked towards me. I couldn't really see his face but it looked familiar, too familiar.

"I saw you dancing. You sexy as fuck. What's ya name?"

"Um... Kalani. What's yours?"

"Oh Shit, Kalani Davis?! It's me Jerodd".

I stared for a minute thinking about how I should react.

This is Jerodd Anderson, Kyla's father.