Queen's B*tch

House Fee - Chapter 2

Go time, getting up was the easy part.

I looked at the clock. It read 2:45 pm, sh*t. I needed to be ready by three so that I could leave the house and head downtown before traffic. If I wasn't there by five my house mom would charge me a fee. I couldn't afford that right now, I was making bank. Really, stripping cut it out for me. It cut it out for me so much that I was able to afford incredibly nice things. But stripping also took a huge mental toll on me. The guys at my club weren't always the nicest, as goes for any club. That would lead me to spending my money on alcohol most of the time. When I was numbed with drinks, I didn't feel anything.

I rolled out of my bed and stumbled my way into the bathroom. Another day of shit, I thought as I turned on the shower. I began to wash my hair thoroughly with shampoo. The soap ran down my spine and hit the floor with a splash. Showers are the one bit of time I get to myself, my roommates are certainly noisy. I thought of last night, how I was watching Shayna on TV. I couldn't ever stop thinking about that woman. There was just something about her, something I needed in my life. But I know I have to be realistic, I'm a 22 year old stripper living with roomies from Craigslist....Shayna and I wouldn't ever match up. She'd honestly just laugh at my situation. Ha ha. I turned down the water and reached for the towel I'd sat on the shelf. I looked at my reflection in the steamy mirror. Vigorously, I wiped down the mirror and stared at myself. I can just hear the men in the back of my head.

"Slut, why don't you just give me another dance?"

"Aww come here baby, what's wrong?"

"You're just a cracked up whore."

"Really? This is what you do for a living?"

I heard those voices all of the time. They never stopped. Those were the voices I was around constantly. Tons of sleazy men stopping by the club, cheating on their wives, and then calling me a whore. Yeah, because that's accurate... I opened my dresser and pulled out black booty shorts and my sparkly bikini top with a matching neon pink thong. I needed some sparkle today! I pulled on my outfit and ran a comb through my sopping blonde hair. I hoped it would be a nice night, I needed the cash right now. I needed the alcohol to calm my nerves.

"Hey, I'm home!" Joanna yelled from the living room.

"Ahh, you scared me! Thought you were going out for dinner?" I replied, still combing through my hair.

She sighed, "Nah, Tyler cancelled on me. He said he picked up another shift at work. I guess that's for the best."

"Aww, I'm sorry. Hey is my makeup bag out there? Maybe on the kitchen table?" I called out.

Joanna replies, "I'll look. Since I'm not going anywhere tonight, do you want me to take you to work? I promise I'd be super entertaining the whole way there!"

I thought of Tyler and how upset I would be if I was in Jo's situation. Tyler was focused on his work, rightfully so but it had to suck to be cancelled on. Trust me, I knew that. I went out into the living room and grabbed the makeup bag out of Joanna's hands.

"I'm sorry he cancelled. Of course you can come with me." I gave her a small smile and walked back to the bathroom. I applied my makeup slowly, making sure to get every single bit correct. I was also a major perfectionist. Joanna came into the bathroom and handed me my stilettos.

"Thank you, you're the best. Could you go start the car?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I'll be back." And with that Joanna went out to start the car.
I finished getting ready for the night and packed my duffel bag with everything I might need. I slipped on my black stilettos and turned off the bathroom light. I made one last quick check in the mirror, I was a mess. I suppose I was a hot one though! I shut and locked the door behind me and made my way to Joanna's Honda.

I hopped in the passenger seat and set my Adidas duffle bag on my lap.

"Are you excited for the night?" Joanna asked, she pulled out of the driveway.

"Since it's Sunday I doubt it's going to be a good night. It's probably going to be super slow and I'll just drink my feelings." I laughed at the end, I don't just drink on Sundays when it's slow...I drink every damn night.

Joanna responds excitedly, "Your club has the best drinks though so I don't blame you for drinking. Guys are douches anyways."

I laughed, "Tell me about it! That's why I'm a lesbian."

Joanna continues, "If Tyler stands me up one more time I swear I'm going to become a lesbian! I am so sick of his shit!" She rolls her eyes, I can tell he upsets her sometimes.

"Oh honey, you have no idea. Listen, I'm probably just going to fall asleep so whatever you do, please make sure you wake me up when we arrive. The last thing I want is to have gotten all done up for nothing."

"Ugh! We never get to talk but it's whatever. Enjoy your nap!"