Tears ran down my face creating black streaks. "YOU KNOW WHAT. IM DONE. IM DONE WITH YOU AND ALL OF YOUR BULLSHIT. YOUR ALWAYS BLAMING STUFF ON ME. WE'RE OVER!", I scream over his booming voice.
I speed down the hallway of our small apartment, slamming open the door to our bedroom. Quickly digging through the closet to find a suitcase. I carelessly throw clothes and valuables into the suitcase while also making sure to leave a nice mess that he will have to clean up later. He deserves it. That fucking asshole.
"Baby, please don't leave. I swear I didn't mean it. I'll make it up to you just please don't leave me" he grabbed at my arm pulling me away from the front door.
"No. You constantly accuse me of things you know aren't true. Even though me and you both know that you've been sleeping with other girls. I'm not stupid . I just can't put myself through this any longer. Goodbye."
I don't know where to go. I don't have a car, and it's freezing here in New York. I need to come up with a plan fast.
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"And that's how I ended up here, with you, working at a strip club in New Orleans", I explained to my co-worker Ashley.
"Wow, that's crazy", she said shocked and amazed.
"I know, he was such an asshole, but I'm doing better here than I ever was there-", I was cut off by a man telling me that I was gonna be on in five.
I quickly got up looking myself over in the mirror making sure I looked good before preforming. I had been working here for quite a while so I didn't really mind it. Though my job was frowned upon, I made good money. However, It could be awkward and uncomfortable at times knowing that old men are literally drooling over you.
I walked out and started my routine hearing people yell in excitement over me. As I continue my routine I lock eyes with someone across the room. He had a very intimidating stare. But it was hot to say the least. He was staring at me intently throughout my whole routine. Normally it would make me a bit uncomfortable, but not this time. He had long curly hair and was dressed in a suit. He stood out among the other grimy old men dressed in plain clothes. What was someone like him doing in this part of town?
As a part of my routine I walk around and tease the men while I collect money from them. I started at the front then went to the back. When I finally made my way to the man I stood in front of him and brushed my hands on his chest. I turned around and lightly twerked on him feeling his bugle through his pants. He groaned at the contact but accepted it happily. When I turned back around he handed me a fat wad of cash then walked away, leaving me standing there shocked.
My routine was now over and Ashley was on stage doing hers. After we do our routines we're allowed to leave so I went backstage, putting a hoodie and shorts on over my revealing outfit, gathered my things and left.
Today was wild
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