Climbing into bed tired from all my performances, I laid there with my eyes glued to the ceiling. Seems like of all times, this was the time I missed my bed the most.
Me being a stripper and all, I know you probably think I'm fucking for money too? Most people do. It just comes with being named as a stripper.
Not to bring shame to my family and folks but, A bitch gotta pay the bills, take care of her family, AND shopping expenses. I do what I gotta do.
If a nigga throwing a stack to see me walk around with my ass out, I'ma walk around with my ass out. If that nigga throwing 2 stacks to see me shake my ass, then I'ma shake my ass. So why in the hell wouldn't I fuck the nigga putting up 5 racks to put my ass to bed? Thought so. You sir, Have just been finessed.
I ain't looking for love, I'm just looking for a quick way to the top. If thats fucking and shaking my ass every night , so be it.
I eventually closed my eyes, pushing my thoughts to the back of my head.
I woke up that evening. 5:02. I groaned while I climbed out of bed. As supposed to, I did my hygiene. Since it was starting to get cooler outside , I decided that I needed a outfit to match the season for tonight.
I got into my my newest car, a Matte Black Range Rover. I headed towards the mall which wasn't but a 30 minute drive with no traffic. I connected my phone playing "Wus Good/ Curious by PARTYNEXTDOOR"
I walked out of the mall with my shit, since fall was almost officially here, I found a orange and black outfit. How cliche? I went home and got ready for my set tonight.
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This was sort of a filler on who Jah is. It will be picking up the next chapter. I promise.
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Lifestyle Fulfilled
AdventureWith the benefits of being a stripper at night, racking in 5's, 10'a & 20's and then being a homebody during the day her manager finds her a job, with a crime known as murder.
