FATE

Goal Diggin'

Dream

As I sat looking in the vanity, deep in my thoughts. I thought of all the homework I had to catch up on, and how I aborted my first child.

Next week will make 5 years. Although it's been years since it happened, my Sophomore year of college to be exact, it still hurts. I haven't had sex or been in a relationship since.

"Ughhhh," I groaned aloud.

"Bitch you good" my best friend and coworker Sheda asked.

"I'm okay girl, I just have so much homework, and studying to do. Next week is  midterm week, but I'm here" I said as I finished my makeup.

I only worked on Fridays & Saturday's because I was one of the main attractions at the club. It wasn't always like that though.

I started off working every day of the week, until I became that bitch. Now, with just working two days a week I was bringing in a little over 30k a month, and that was during a slow month.

"It's okay sis, this is only temporary."

"I know, I'm just exhausted."

"Tequila or Hennessy?" Sheda asked me.

"Tequila me!"

Sheda poured four shots of Patron, two for her and two for dream.

"Let's get this money bitch," Sheda said as her and Dream threw back the shots.

"You're up on stage now sis, break a leg." She laughed as she walked out.

I slipped my heels on, and reapplied my lipstick. "Make that money, don't let it make you," I said to myself as I prepared to walk on stage.

You see I was a full time third year medical student. I worked as a stripper during the night to put myself through school. I started stripping during my second year of Medical School.

My father passed when I was four. My mom was a recovering drug addict, and we barely spoke. I was the only child.

I never had anything, so I promised myself that I would never go without again. I worked a regular nine to five but it wasn't enough for medical school, and my bills. So I did what I had to do, which is strip at the infamous Magic City.

"Coming to the stage is the sweetest peach you'll never get to taste, hotter than Campbell's Tomato Soup, everyone's including your bitch sweetest fantasy, Dream Catcher" I could hear the DJ scream, as he played When We by tank.

It was a Saturday night, so it was really packed out. There was a MoneyBagg Yo concert yesterday, so he was in the VIP with a ton of other stars.

I slowly walked on the stage to the beat, making eye contact with the men to seduce them.

I was wearing a see through light pink lingerie set, and some light pink Loui Vuitton strap on heels. I performed slowly and gracefully to the beat, sliding and working the pole. I was that bitch on the pole honestly.

I hated what I did, but on the stage I was a different person. By the time the song ended I was standing in piles of money.
After I performed I immediately went backstage to change into another fit so that I could work the floor. I didn't have to  do too much other than dance here and there and I still collected the bag.

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Before I knew it my late shift was over.
I grabbed my duffel bag out of my locker and changed into some nike sweats, hoodie, and Ugg's. I grabbed my Gucci book bag with my money, and my iPhone Max Pro. I sent Sheda a text letting her know that I was headed home, and to call me when she was off.

I grabbed my keys to my 2020 custom Matte black Range Rover with Red Interior.

I decided to leave through the front entrance since I parked out front in a rush today, which was against policy but I was battling time.

I pulled my hood over my head and grabbed my sunglasses. Even though it was dark outside, I still put them on, so I wouldn't be as noticeable. Customers can be really weird, and stalkers.

As I was leaving out front, I told Rob, the clubs bouncer goodnight and started walking to my car. I didn't even walk two steps before someone grabbed my arm and forcefully turned me around.

"What the fuck," I yelled pissed and scared. When I turned around and saw who it was, my heart sank to my stomach.