Beauty and The Rapper <3

Chapter 1

 ** ( i changed the story line. I put it as Michael instead of Tyga.. It's going to be a short fan fic. So basically Ajalae has NO clue that Michael is Tyga... so... we will see how this turns out. (; )***

June 1st, 2014.

It was an ordinary old day, I had cosmotology class in the mornings to afternoon, go home make some dinner for my rommate and I, take a shower and get ready for my job. What kind of job? Well since you asked. I'm a stripper. Surprised, I see? Okay, no I don't do private sessions or anything, I just dance on a pole and get cash. It's normal, if you ask me. I do NOT, and I repeat, do not have sex with any of my costumers. That's just play disgusting.  Anyway, back to what I was saying. I finished getting dressed and headed down my apartment and to my car.

I walked into the back of the building and started stripping to get into my actual stripper clothes. We are all strippers here, I am pretty sure none of us really care about getting changed infront of each other. Anyway, I did my make up and hair, sprayed some yummy Victoria Secret perfume over my body, and headed out for my part of the show.  I walked up to the pole and danced for a good 30 minutes collecting cash from men and women, which is always weird. I walked down over another spot. My eyes glanced over to the bar and there a tall, gorgeous, clean cut, tattoo filled guy. He smiled as my cheeks burst with a firey feeling, blushing never showed up on my skin, but my roommate and best friend tells me it does. Which she is very wrong. By the way my name is Ajalae, I am 21 years old half black half portiguese. I love rap and Chinese food.

My break was finally due, I got changed into somewhat normal clothes even though they still had to be slutty. I wore a short black skirt with a crop top that said love and heels. I braided my hair to the side and walked over to get a drink. The tattoo filled guy was still there, my stomach errupted in butterflies. I decided I would say hi but, I couldn't form the words.He looked over and saw me, he walked over with his beer in his hand.

''Hello.'' He smiled.

''H-hi.'' I perked up.

''You were really great.''He bit his lip.

''Thanks, so were you.'' I blabbed. shit that didn't make any sense.

''thanks?'' he laughed.

''Mhmm.'' I gulped my drink down. ''Well, it was nice talking to you, I have to go back on stage in a few minutes. -bye.'' I started walking away.

''Wait, what's your name?'' He grabbed my arm softly and I turned around.

''Ajalae.''I blushed. ''What about you?'' I smiled.

''Michael.'' He bit his lips.

''Well Michael, it was nice to meet you. Hope you stay for the next show, upfront's the best.'' I pointed to the empty seat, and winked. I walked away to backstage and changed into my next ''outfit'' and was all of a sudden nervous, why? Because there was a sexy man out there watching me strut my shit. I fixed my make up and waited until it was my turn.

Dancing for a half hour and getting stacks of money, I walked by Michael  and got off the stage and kissed his cheek, and ran my hands down his shoulders, making him shift. I laughed and went back on stage just to leave, but before I did I winked and blew a kiss to him.

I got dressed after my fourth show and was finally ready to go home, take a shower, and sleep. I walked to my car just to be stopped by a horny old fart.

''Hey baby.'' He grabbed my arm hard. I tried to push him off with the self-defense moves I was taught before I started this job.

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That's all I have for right now, I hope you enjoyed this first story so far, the next part will be up soon! <3 If you have any requests, comment or inbox me your idea. <3 thanks again!