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Passion

I was walking around giving people lap dances and stuff. I turned to my left and seen Clearance. I automatically turned the other way. Luckily my hair was in my face so he couldn't see me. I felt someone tap me. I turned and seen Clearance. "Lemme get a private dance." He whispered in my ear.

He had to know it was me. I couldn't say no. I sighed and pulled him to a private room. Soon as the door closed he looked at me. "Passion what you doing here?" He asked. "What it look like?" I said in a duh tone. "Look you want the dance or not?" I asked in an annoyed tone.

"Yeah." He smirked. As much as I didn't want to I just went ahead and did it. I made sure Pandora by Jaquees was playing.

I grind on him slowly to the beat. I turned around and faced him. His eyes were pretty. I felt us lock eyes so i turned my head the other way.

His hands grazed my ass then he gripped it.

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I looked at the stack he handed me. It was two separate ones. "This one for you."he smirkes. I stood there shocked.

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I made it back into the house quietly. I then crept up the stairs and made my way to the guest room where I seen Honey knocked out. I had to take a shower before I laid in the bed with her.

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I slid in the bed after my hot shower. I laid beside Honey. "Come here right quick." I heard Clarence's voice. I sighed and got up carefully making sure I didn't wake Honey.

"What?" I said in a whisper. "Why you stripping?" He asked. "It's nun of your business." I rolled my eyes. "All that attitude can go." He said in a serious tone. "Now why you stripping?" He asked.

"Why do most people strip?" I replied smartly. "Yo mouth gone get you fucked up." He chuckled. "Im supposed to be scared of you cause you a drug dealer?" I folded my arms. "Nah yeen supposed to be scared of nobody but on god yo mouth gone get you fucked up." He shrugged.

"Is that all?" I asked. "Yeah go to sleep." He said before he walked off. I can tell now I'm not gone like his ass. He must have never had a bitch talk to him the way he talk to them.

He got the wrong one if he think ima be quite and let him talk to me how ever he want.

Clearance

Passion got a smart ass mouth. She must not know how I get down. Im not gone do nun to her cause she just met me but that shit need to go now.

2 months later.....

Passion

I counter up the money I saved. I had at least 50,000. I would've got more but I had been slacking. I was tired of going there. I took 1,000 out and decided to put it in Honey's saving account.

I want to make sure she has money whenever she needs it. That's more so the reason why I'm still stripping. These past two months I've been eating more so I have gained weight, but in the right places. I make sure my stomach is flat Cause I know they require a flat stomach.

"Passion what happened to mommy?" She asked. "Mommy had to go on a time out for being bad." I told her. The only reason I didn't tell her the full truth is because she wouldn't understand.

I looked up and seen Clearance in here. I rolled my eyes. I can't stand his stupid ass. "What you want?" I had full attitude in my voice. "Honey go get Ms.Jackson right quick." He smiled at her. She smiled and ran off. "Fix yo fucking attitude when you talking to me. I been letting yo stupid ass slide because you just met a nigga but all that attitude finna fucking go." His demeanor changed. He towered over me and looked me dead in my eyes. I felt lost for words.

"Get dressed I need you to go somewhere with me." He said before walking out the room. I looked at the weather and of course it was another Warm day in Cali.

I put on some light blue ripped jeans with a red and white shirt to match along with my 11's. I had a lace frontal 360 so I put it in a ponytail and kept it going.

I walked out and seen Clearance on his phone. "Im ready." I said. I really ain't wanna go nowhere with this nigga but I also wanna get out the house.

Ms.Jackson really stayed in a white ass neighborhood. They out here walking they pets and trimming they grass and shit.

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