Awkward

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'Honey it's a once in a life time experience'

That's my friend Nick.
He's currently trying to get me to sign up to this hooking website, as a way to advertise his nigh club( because if I'm being honest with you, it's not really doing the best of the best).

He kisses his teeth in frustration, raps his long, pale, skinny fingers around his petite LV bag, "fine. Zaliki, BLAIR! Ruba, just remember all the things I've done for you," he screeched before slamming my front red wood door, waking all the elderly neighbours in our town up (most definitely gonna get complaints, that's for sure).

Nick is a ... how do I word this right? He's a bit of a control freak. Well, yeah I guess he really is now I think of it.

I've been working for Nick about, roughly, 6 years now. I started from being a cleaner to now doing Sundays night shifts of the work life of a stripper.
The job is fun but hard.
There's no jealousy between any of us girls and we're all really close friends. It's hard being the a stripper as some days you making THOUSANDS, but other days your barely making a twenty.
Then rent wants to get involved and we all already know how that fucking goes.

Nick is my boss, but I forget sometimes. He's like the best friend that I've never had before. He's always look out for me and has always been there for me at my lowest. He's actually the one who recommended that I should join his night club. At first I was a bit iffy about it but now I actually love it. It really is a wholesome environment, hard to believe, but it's true.

I unlock my phone with a feeling of regret as I search for dating apps. One comes across to me as somewhat appealing, as I click on the link.

Age? It asks me. My breath hitches for a second. Scanning the surface, of my broken glass screen, I type in . . . 2 3 .

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