Rachel
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"Karma is a muthafucker!" I said aloud as I struggled to pull my Louis Vuitton bag from the trunk of my brand new white Benz. A year ago , Davon would have been by my side , pulling the luggage from the trunk as I grabbed the shopping bags from the back seat. Unfortunately, this time I was not returning from a week's trip in Puerto Rico. Instead, I was headed to the ghettofab runway of the ho stroll, not to be mistaken with the infamous Church street in Norfolk. It was another night at the strip club for me. The only purpose my Louis Vuitton luggage served at this point was a dance bag to carry my many multicolored strip-tease uniforms. No more Prada sneakers and Versace sets; it was straight stilettos and dance costumes now . Its a damm shame I had to resort to this shit, but a bitch has got to do what it takes to stay on top.
I'd been through every hustler in the Tidewater area of Atlanta, and there hadn't been one nigga that could hold shit down like Davon. I even settled for that nigga, Rondelle , but he couldn't even do half of what Davon was doing. And he had the nerve to be talking 'bout love and wifing me up. Spish! nigga, please! Needless to say , it wasn't long before I had to let him go too.
But as we all know, Miss Rachel Brooks must keep her diva status- by any means. Like every Top- notch chick,I had a plan, and I was already executing .
HEY READERS U KNOW WHAT TO DO NEXT CHAPTER IS INTENSE HOPE YAH READY!!
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Teen FictionRachel Brooks is a young exotic dancer and former girlfriend of the late Davon Jackson a once big time drug dealer who was killed at Rachel's hands. Having grown accustomed to the high-maintenance lifestyle Davon use to afford her, Rachel takes dras...
