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AALIYAH WESTBROOK
"Do you have to work tonight, Aaliyah?" Lena pouted as we finished putting gifts under the tree. It was around midnight, and since we were just finishing, i knew i had to be on my way to work.
I nodded and stood up, "If i work tonight, he'll let me off on New Years." Lena rolled her eyes and sipped on wine, "You better hurry and make that money sis. I want you back home before eight!"
After we exchanged hugs, i grabbed my essentials before i got into my car and left.
It was currently freezing cold in New York, so i wore sweats to my job, then I'd change. And you guessed it, i work as a stripper. It was the only place i could work at because of my record.
The joint was about an hour away, because nobody in town knew that i was a stripper. I preferred to do it in a richer area, so that the money would rake in faster.
An hour later, i was in the dressing room, applying my final touches to the look,
Usually I'd ask Rakim to come out with the mob and make sure i got home alright but since i wasn't talking to that broke ass bitch, i decided to do shit on my own so i brought my glock.
"You have a private lap dance in 1 minute, layla." My boss told me and i stood up, "What table?"
He glanced down at his clipboard and sighed, "twenty eight."
With that information i put a sway in my walk and made my way though the main part. Men surrounded the main pole, throwing racks on this girl and i admit i was jealous. I didn't work the pole much anymore.
The last time i did, i decked an old white dude because he groped me. He left the club with a missing tooth and a bloody nose.
My boss has his missing tooth stashed in the 'missing personal shit' box in his office.
As i was walking to booth 28, which was all the way in the back, i noticed a lot of rich men, sitting around the main stage throwing fake money.
I frowned and stalked up to one, "Why y'all throwing fake money?" He was hella cute, he had dreads and he even had his nose pierced. He had facial hair that was sharp as a bitch, so i felt bad for shitting on him, "You got a problem wit my crew renting out tha whole club? Makin sure you hoes get paid extra?"
He handed me a stack of the fake money and scoffed, "Go buy yaself some respect–"
I'm sorry.. what? Did he just? Disrespect me? Oh hell nah this bumass bout to get a handful of sass.
I shoved the fake cash back into his chest and let my hand smack his face as hard as i could.
"Don't talk down to me like that again, weird ass. I'll beat the fuck right outta yo attractive ass right here." The warning i gave him was fair game, and he knew it because he glared at me before he walked away.
