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Four: Demand And He Shall Recieve..

"You don't have to do this Azaelia!" Her mother raised her voice. "Just because this stranger or whatever the hell he is demands you dance for him, doesn't mean you have to! You know what.. don't go in tonight. Stay. Call your shift off." She demanded, crossing her arms and jutting her hip out.

Azaelia sighed and gave her mom a knowing look. "Mama, please lower your voice. Danny is asleep and I don't want him to wake up."

"I don't care Azaelia! You don't need to do this! I already told you—," before she could finish, she erupted in a bunch of coughing fits. She doubled over, leaning her body on the wall as she clutched at her chest.

Frightened, Azaelia ran to her mom and held her up. "Mama! Breathe mama! Inhale and exhale.. do it with me. Please," she pleaded, slinging her mother's arm over her shoulder and began walking them to her room. She gripped her daughters shoulders and walked with her, sitting down on the bed.

"W-water...water," her mother strained out. Her voice very hoarse from the coughing.

Azaelia didn't waste any time before running to the kitchen and coming back with a glass of water and one of her pills. She handed it to her mom and waited till she drank the water to the very last drop.

She kneeled in front of her mom who looked extremely tired. And weak, her collar bones were peaking out way more than they usually do. Azaelias eyes soared with pain, her vision clouding. "Mama...," her voice broke out. "T-this is why I need to do this." A traitorous tear ran down her cheek. Her mother wiped away at her wet cheek with her thumb and gave her a small smile.

"I know baby.. I know," she finally gave in. Her shoulders slumped and she looked at her little baby girl. "Just...," she sounded defeated. She cupped Azaelias face in her hands, and gave her a tear filled smile nodding down at her.

Azaelia smiled leaning up and kissing her mother's forehead. "Don't wait, you need your sleep. I'll be back before you know it. I love you mama." With that, she gave her mother another kiss on her head, grabbed her duffle bag and made her way out of her room closing the door behind her.

She gathered everything she needs, doubling checking to make sure she didn't miss anything. Grabbing her keys, she walked out locking the door behind her.

She had no idea what was going to happen tonight. She was simply going to go by what Roger had told her yesterday in his office.

Just go on stage, perform and pray to whoever can hear her prayers that, that man, would not show up demanding a private dance.

In the back of her mind, Azaelia knew that she could make more money than she would now if she were to allow herself to give men, or customers, private shows. But... with every easy money comes a price that must be paid.

Private dances allow the customers to be able to touch the dancers, and sometimes even interact with them sexually. It just depends on the dancer if she will allow it to get far enough. But for the most part of it, the customers can ask you to give them lap dances, tease them, sometimes even strip for them. Or give them a tease show. They're allowed to touch your body and caress you while you're dancing and... just no.

Azaelia shook her head lightly. She knew she wouldn't be able to have a bunch of different men touch her body. That's why she didn't mind dancing on stage. They can watch all the want but they can never touch you on stage. Just throw money at you or sit extremely close to the stage for a better view, but that's about it.

Anything else is illegal and forbidden. Not in those private rooms though.

Before she knew it, she was standing in front of the club. She didn't realize how much time had passed on her walk before of her overthinking. She didn't mind, it got her to her job quicker than before.