Streets Show No Love

Chapter 1- How It Started

~Ciara P.O.V~

"Ciara!" Tasha said

"Hm?"

"Cmon its almost ur turn to go on stage. Be ready in 10 more mins."

"Oh ok thank u boo." I smiled

"Yunno I got chu boo." She smiled

Tasha my bitch. We grew close over these yrs. Shes the only bitch I'll fuck with. These other hoes are irrelevant. We all about our money. So we juss gonna keep it like tht.

Im Ciara by the way. Ima stripper. Not for the fun of it. Juss bc I basically had to be one. I been threw hell growin up. So to make it on my own, I had to make my own money. Im 5'5, brown skin, light brown eyes, long brown hair, n thick in the right places. My stripper name is Telia. But the full is Diva-Telia.

~10 Mins Later~

"Heres ur girl Diva-Telia!" the announcer yelled

Only thing u heard was clapping n whistling. Them guys knew wat time it is wen I come out.

I started doin my thang, n the boys went wild. Bills started flyin like there was no 2morrow. I cnt help it. Im one of the baddest in here. Actually im #1 while my bitch #2.

~A Couple Of Mins Later~

"Damnn girll. How much u made?" Tasha asked

"Hold on im still countin."

***

"U wanna noe from wen I juss went out? Or total?"

"Total."

"3 thousand."

"Im one g short from u boo. U gonna do any extra tonight?"

"Yeaa I got a client. Hes givin me 10gs. I aint passin tht up."

"I know thts right. Ima go get my money up. Cya 2morrow."

"Mkay. Cyaa." I gave her a hug n she left. Time to bounce, n stack my money up.

***

"Wow ur a freak." He smirked

"Yupp."

"Here u go. Thank u again."

"No prob. Have a gud one Hun."

"U too sexy."

I counted my money n lefted. Now ima go home bc I gotta get up early. Got my first therapy appointment. Yes a stripper can go to therapy. Anybody can. Im distant from my family. So I wanna talk to some1. Tht ik won't judge. N they would take their time out to listen.

~The Next Day~

"Hello u must be Ciara Anderson?"

"Yes. Nice meetin u Mr.Goldstein."

"Nice to meet u too. So shall we begin?"

"Mhmm."

"So wats goin on now in life?"

"Well... ima stripper."

"Oh ok. Why are u a stripper?"

"Lemme guess... u want the full story. About my life. How everythin lead me into becomin a stripper."

"Indeed I do. U may proceed Ciara."

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"Well Mr.Goldstein.. I had a rough life. Wen I was lil, I was treated badly. Used to get abused by my mom n dad. My dad raped me. I told my mom but she aint believe me. They both was addicted to drugs n alcohol. I have a brother. But he ranaway the first chance he could. I also had a sister. She died thou. So I was basically like the only child. I sometimes didn't eat bc my parents spent their money on dumb shit. Sometimes they wouldn't even be home. I grew sick n tired of the bull shit. Once I hit 16, I was out. I aint have no place to go. N I aint have no money. So I was wondering around the streets. Then some guy named James introduced me into bein a hoe. He was my pimp. But I had to drop him bc he was abusive. N always tried to take all my money. Like the deal was he get 50%. Bc im the one sellin my ass. Not him. After dealin wit him for a month, I left his ass. Then I found a club. They let u keep all the money u earn. Now 5 yrs later im still wit them. Gained a bestfriend. N juss doin w.e I wanna do wit my money."

"Do u ever want to stop?"

"To be honest... yes I do. But ion think I can."

"Why not?"

"I been doin it for 5 yrs. Thts the only thing I can do. Well in my eyes it is. Plus its quick money."

"Theres other things to do."

"But think about it. Who gonna hire a stripper?"

"Ur right. But who said u gonna put tht on ur resume? Just say u did babysitting. Or somethin tht doesn't involve u bein a stripper."

"Basically u want me to lie?"

"Just to get u out the stripper game. Ur a pretty girl. Ur too pretty to be doin this. U dont wanna downgrade urself just for money."

"Yeaa I dont. I have a lot of money. But thts my job. Cnt juss up n quit like tht."

"So ur gonna be devoted to stayin a stripper? U won't try a different job?"

"This the best thing for me. Unless somethin change my life. Ima remain as a stripper."

"Ur life... Ur call."

"Ik."

-Beep-

"Times up. Same time next week?"

"Might not be progress but mkay. Cya Mr.Goldstein. Thank u for ur time."

"Ur welcome Ciara. Just try n make great choices. Ur still young. Play ur cards right."

"Suree will."

Well tht went gud. I guess.