Resentment

Ch. 7

September 21st
Hustlers Strip Club
Beyoncé's POV

I'm just a bachelor
I'm looking for a partner
Someone who knows how to ride
Without even falling off
Gotta be compatible
Takes me to my limits
Girl when I break you off
I promise that you won't want to get off

I get lost in the beat. Not focusing on the lustful stares or the predatory gaze in some of their eyes. I'm not thinking about how I shouldn't be doing this or how angry Sav is going to be when she finds out I'm here dancing and taking my clothes off for money again.

I just mindlessly move my body to the beat.

The song is coming to an end, and I finally look out into the crowd. The stage covered in money is all I see and all that matters.

"Give it up for H-Town." The DJ speaks into the mic and loud cheers and applause sound immediately after.

Grabbing the money off the floor is the lowest part of this job. Being naked and picking up handfuls of cash doesn't exactly lift your spirits.

I walk to the back and set the money down on the vanity so I could quickly put on my robe. Once its tied tightly around my waist, I grab my money and go to my locker, unlocking my safe and setting it inside.

I grab my phone and see the many missed calls from her and one from Nicki.

I call Nicki back.

"What's up pumpkin?"

'Rihanna's probably going to be there soon.'

"What?! Here?!! Why? How?"

'She uh... she called me like five times and when I didn't answer she just showed up here pissed the fuck off. She asked where you were, and all I said was I wasn't sure. She said she got a call from one of her boys and he told her you were dancing at Hustlers.'

"Fuck!" I groan and throw my head back.

'I'm sorry, princess. Do you need me to be there?'

"I don't know. If she beats my ass, promise you'll kill her for me."

'Bitch, please. You already know.' I giggle and so does she. 'Please call me after, so I know you're okay.'

"Okay babe. Thanks for letting me know. Love you." I hang up after she says it back, and I set my phone back inside my locker.

I lock my locker back up and go grab my next lingerie set, putting the mesh cover up over it.

I should probably be hopping in my car and getting the fuck outta here before Rih gets here, but I got money to make. And she can kiss my ass.

"Hey, sweetheart, can I get a dance?" A tall, caramel skinned guy asks the second I walked out from the back. I smile and nod.

"Just a lap dance or a private?"

"Private for sure."

"Its fifteen for ten minutes." He licks his lips and nods his head. I start walking to where the private rooms are.

I'm not a big fan of private dances, but they bring in the most money. This will be the first private dance I've done here, and I'm not sure if I'll do anymore after this. At Hyped they had security at each room but here they only have one that stands at the front entrance. I'm just hoping this guy doesn't get too touchy.

"Are you paying card or cash?" I ask once we get in the room.

"Cash." I nod and am about to start the music when someone knocks on the door.