Finding Promise (WATTYS 2017)

Chapter Ten

" Okay your finish!" She clapped her hands together and spun me towards the mirror. I had on blood shot lipstick, purple eyeshadow, mascara, and the tips of my curly hair is dipped in red hair dye. Standing up I examined myself in the outfit Destiny put together for me which consist of a half shirt, shorts that stopped at my bikini line ( no matter how many times I tried to pull them further down) with tights under them, and hiking boots. I looked like a model for a " THOT'S IN SEASON " magazine.

Compared to the way Destiny looked I was an angel. She had on a see through half shirt ( she didn't even have on a bra), tight tights that you can see her panties through, high heels and a coat of makeup. " Exactly what type of job is this?" I asked her raising my eyebrow. She looked towards me with a bashful expression on her face, " An exotic one.".

I repeated the word exotic to myself quietly multiple times. I see where she gets exotic from by the way she and I are dressed.

We walked downstairs where Cry-stale like the champagne is waiting for us. She might as well have been naked she was wearing a thin green body suit that showed many bare parts and even the suppose to be covered areas; I really wish she had wore panties and a bra today.

"Let's go." She sashayed out of the door pausing once to look at me. What the hell was she looking at I couldn't have looked any worse than her even if I tried? Outside was a car with blasting music. "Whisky! Cry-stale! " a woman called for them. It is at this point that I finally realised that Whiskey is Destiny. I looked over at her, " Whiskey?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders and kept walking.

The floor of the car is littered with beer cans, cigarettes and I think a few condom wrappers. " I'm hoping fir ah old nigga you know they got money." Said White Chocolate a woman that looked in her early thirties who has the exact complexion of White Chocolate with long pink hair. She received Yases and fan waves from everyone in the car except me. Why would they want an old man?.

" So whose your friend?" The woman who is driving asked Cry-stale. " I'm Hannah." She looked at me through the front mirror. I get why, I'm like the only girl here with a normal name. I expected a ratched or bitchy comment from her but received none just a simple huh. You know like a thinking type.

In the dressing room I watched as everybody else changed into thongs and matching tops. Cry-stale in the red one but that's no surprise. But what does is the image of Destiny in a black thong and bra with a cowboy hat and lasso. The idea of my sister being a stripper is disgusting, I'm going to talk to her after this. " Why aren't you dressed?" Cry-stale asked her red nails stabbing into my cheeks.

" I'm not doing it!" I snatched her hands of my face. What do I look like shaking my ass for a bunch of guys and old men. I pictured my self with a red wig and thong without a top. It sent shivers through my body. A pain shot across my face.

" You bitch!" I stood up from chair getting ready to fight. " Yeah kick her ass! " The voice in my head cheered me on.

" Wait, maybe she can be a waitress!" Destiny had appeared in front of us her arm in between me and the she-devil. " I don't want to be here!" I screamed in my defense. I don't want to be in a strip club with thousands of men around me drunk or sober I don't care! I want out!

" Fine." Cry-stale said. I watched Cry-stale walk away towards White Chocolate. I glared in her direction before feeling Destiny's hands tugging me in the other.

We peeked outside the door, " Okay you see him over there?" She pointed to a mildly buff dude with a dragon tattoo on his neck. I nodded my head yes.

" Okay, go to him and say your a friend of mine and he'll put you in a waitress job for tonight." With that she pushed me out the door leaving me at the edge of the room with a house full of men. What the hell would she do that for or this period.

I speed walked across the room until I finally came to the bar in which the man was standing. I let out a sigh of relief that I wasn't noticed by anyone. His eyebrow perked up at me. " Um my name is Hannah." I said quite nervously. " I'm Joseph." He responded to my introduction. " Um I was wondering if you have any waitress jobs available." I saw his mouth getting ready to say no. I can't let that happen right now so I took a breath, " I'm a friend of Destiny's." I added quickly. He paused observing me. I didn't like this. "Alright there's two guys over there. " He handed me two beers and urged me off. That was fast.

A waitress in a strip club who would've known? I observed the series of men around me; I now see why strippers hoped for old men. By the looks of it they were the ones throwing the hundreds. I looked around at the men hungrily staring at women and a couple of girls my age or older while they stuff money into their thongs and bras. It's disgusting I don't see how they do it, I guess some people just live for the applause.

I saw the booth where the beers are supposed to be delivered. Two men were chatting away. I walked towards them making no eye contact and quickly placed the beers on the table. " Hey your Clevis's girl aren't you, Hannah right?" I looked at the men and I remembered them from my dads party. I said nothing to him no need to put my business out there. So I turned around and walked away. " You remember my son don't you?" The words stopped me. A flash back of the two men came into my mind the outfit, the tattoos, and him. I felt myself turn around, it was. My breath hitched in my throat as my face turned in a blank expression as he held my gaze. Chills were sent through my body. His cold pale blue eyes just staring. I stared at his tattoo not wanting to look at his stupid face.

" I'm Anthony by the way." My eyes blinked as I heard a whistle behind me and so I left him and his damned introduction in silence.

" You okay?" Joseph asked me. " I'm alright." I reassured him by asking for the next order.

The last four hours finally came and only thirty two minutes until closing. "Is my shift over I asked Joseph. He smiled, " Yeah." relieved I smiled back and walked away. " I don't know why she does it." I turned around looking at him, I followed his gaze the music playing in the background to where Destiny was is taking the stage doing her big booty little stripper dance. " Me too." I looked back to him and saw that he had put his head down. He looked like he cared about her. " How do you know her." he asked me his eyes careful not to look in her direction. " We're sorta sisters. You?" I sat down at the bar. He licked his lips his hand going to the back of his head ruffling his black hair with gray strips. " I guess I'm sorta her father." At least I like to think so. This is amazing. " Omg really? " I asked clapping my hands together.

"Well I don't know for sure." That's amazing I have to tell her.

"No, just talk to her for me." He stepped in. I blinked at his slight raise in tone. " Okay." I said smiling and leaving him. Maybe he doesn't want her to know. I thought about this while I walked to the bathroom.

I cupped water in my hands splashing it on my face. Most of my makeup had came off thank god although I think the dye is permenent. I looked in the mirror. A figure that wasn't my own showed in it causing me to spin around.

"What are you doing in here?" my back was on the sink the water still running. "I just wanted to see you." Anthony said edging closer to me. " I put my hands in front of me stopping him from coming any closer, " You're close enough." He looked stunned. " I wanted to say sorry." The shock showed and I know it did. Sorry? Could he have actually been sorry? " I thought you wanted--".

"You thought what? That I wanted to be raped in my own bed? That I wanted you to touch me? Or that I was the little hoe my dad talked about me to be?" My out burst may have caught it all because he was dead silent. Moved from between him and the sink turning it's water off, " As for your sorry I'll believe it when I see it." And there I left him with the thing I highly doubt he could do. Prove that he's sorry.