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Chapter 1: Stripping

Club HEAT

        I bent down and let my ass clap for the thirsty niggas in the front, before returning to my money spot: the bottom. All the niggas in the bottom are most likely ugly as hell but they be having the money and my ass claps, twerks, and anything else for a couple hundreds. If he throwing ones, all he getting is a smile at the most. If he really doing his thang and laying down a grand or two, I'm doing a couple things off clock for 'em. 

LifeStyle by Young Thug blasted as I opened my legs once again to let this ugly nigga slide a couple tens in my thong. He  backed up and gave me a stare while I pretended to enjoy the way he looked at me and I continued shaking my legs.

A deep voice spoke over the music just a little bit,"Pop that shit for me this way.." Not really paying attention, I did as told. I hit every beat and worked myself more than usual for no specific reason.

Something in me told me to look back and when I did I froze. "Rodney.."

He grinned and held up a couple hundreds, letting me know he wanted something special.

Climbing down from the stage, I attempted to grab the hundreds he slowly waved but he pulled back and tilted his head towards the rooms in the back specifically built for the big spenders. Only the top notch strippers could get a room, and of course I was one.

"Let's get a room, I got grands heavy on me tonight."

Flipping my hair, I eyed him "No funny business okay?"

He licked his lips and stood up. Almost 6'6, he looked down at me before following as I walked through the crowd of personal dances and ass shaking on the floor. I unlocked the room, specifically made for me and what I do best. I've only been doing this part of stripping for about a year now, but this shit got me living in opulence. All my clothes are the best, all my shoes are from the most exspensive botiques and I dont plan on getting on a budget, so why not pop what my mama blessed me with for stacks of money in return.

"You like that?" He pulled on my hair as he hit it from the back. Lowkey I was pissed, I had just got my hair done and this boy was pulling my shit hard as hell. But since money was involved I lied and said I was enjoying it. I'll just charge him another band to get my hair redone.

I fake moaned as he pushed his self in and out, and did what I do best until he got off on my lower back. I cleaned myself up and held my hand out for my money.

He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me. "Come on baby, do I really gotta pay you for what you be enjoying?"

"If you don't hand me my money and get tf out , you won't have balls to get another nut off when you walk out this room. If you can walk still."

"I always liked your attitude you know.." He counted his money and then eyed me before placing it a little above me. "One more thing I want you to do before you get this money .." He unzipped his pants and gave me a look before pulling out another $100 and counting it before me.

"For how long?" I asked with my eyes locked on the money.

"Until I nut.."

"Say no more." He must have forget I can get him off in 5 minutes, and forgot that I do this for a living.

Tonight was good for me, I made way more money than usual do to an unexpected appearance from Rodney, but I enjoyed the extra cash so what I did for it didn't matter. I counted the last of my money and payed my part for the night before heading out.

I wrapped myself in my coat as I walked to my car parked on the side of the building.
All dancers are supposed to park in the back but too many creeps be waiting back there for me, so I managed to get myself a park on the side. I nudged my hip into my door, because it was so hard to open sometimes.

"You need some help?" I turned around to see an old friend, a very old friend standing behind me looking the exact same as he did in high school.

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