Call On Me

Discover

Arianna

Rude Boy by Rihanna was playing as the male figure walked in. Out the corner of my eye he looked barely legal.

I sipped my water turning to the boy sitting on the bench. I almost choked on air realizing it was lil Ken. What is he doing here? Fingers crossed he doesn't recognize me.

I swallowed hard sitting on his lap and beginning to move my hips. We were 8 seconds into the routine and this lil nigga was hard. I can't-

I clenched my eyes shut when I felt him grab my hip.

I stood up, pointing to the door. "Its over?"

I nodded, not making eye contact.

"Thank you"

I nodded again towards the door, still not making eye contact. "You're really pretty by the way. You look familiar"

I knew if this conversation continued he'd find out.

I turned away from him "How old are you?"

"19" he lied

"Lie again. You look 12"

"15"

I shook my head "Just go before I call security"

Kentrell

I walked in the room after Ken came out. He said the dancer was upset and he didn't know what he did wrong.

Lil amature boy prolly couldn't keep his hands to his self.

"Aye" I said, approaching the dancer in her room. She was cute, looked just like Arianna if her eyes were green with brown hair.

"Hi" her breathing was shaky. I sat on the bench that was behind her. I pulled the bands out my pocket to speed this up.

I had the money raining while she did her little dance. When she told up when it was over I seen the familiar tattoo 'Aaron' on her wrist.

This her.

I stood up, putting the rest of the money in her hand "Thanks Arianna"

"Yeah" She answered then switched her composure again. "Um, enjoy your night sir"

I laughed "You gave it up baby"

She shook her head, sighing " Okay? You caught me"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Its a step up from what I used to do" she shrugged

What's worst then stripping? Prostituting?? Not Arianna.

"Why?"

"Where you think I was getting money to pay my tuition. College aint free my nig" she told me, picking the money up from the floor.

I felt bad for her. I normally don't care for none of these stripper bitches cause they ain't shit to me. They don't respect they self, shaking they ass for a dollar. But this somebody that I grew a bond wit and she's somebody to my sister. "There's other ways"

"McDonald's ain't gone cut the cheese how I need it"

"Why you just ain't ask me?"

She looked at me like I was crazy "You got kids to feed"

"I betchu after I feed them I got more"

"I dont wanna use you. You and yo peoples been too good to me already"

"Money ain't nun but a thang. It's paper shawty" I sat back down on the bench.

"Noooo, this shit expensive. College cost alot"