I'm at my job giving a lap dance to some stranger, high off of god knows what and I think to myself, why am I doing this? Then I remember. So you can live. I'm not a hoe or a stripper. I'm just a women who has to do an inappropriate job to pay the bills and to stay close to healthy. I'm Jasmine. And I have a rude ass pimp/manager that goes by the name T-Bag but his real name is Antonio. My next shift is on the pole. So I get off this random man get my tips then I change this itchy ass wig for another one and a new costume.
"Good job out there Dark Angel." My manager says.
"Yea, thank-you sir." I said then I went back out there. On that pole. A whole bunch on horny men throwing me dollar bills as I shake and slide up and down that pole. No one ever thinks If the stripper is comfortable on the pole. My opinion is no. I have to show off my body all of it just for you. I have to jiggle and shake for old ugly horny men who can't get laid. I'm not a stripper, I'm an exotic dancer. I don't take my clothes off. I keep them on and dance in a sexy attitude. I'm dancing on the pole then I stop and walk off.
"Aye, aye. Where the fuck do you think your going? Get your sexy ass back on that stage." Antonio says
"I quit. I'm tired of being here in this stupid job." I talk him.
"You what?!!!"
"Quit, I"- "No the hell you don't No one leaves me unless they are told to you got it?!!" He says as he choked me.
"Yes!" I said as I was trying to breath. Then he unleashed his hand and I breathed in deeply as I tried to catch my breath. Then he wipes a tear off my face gently.
"No get back out there and shake that thing." He says and I listen.
20. Mins later.
"Dark Angel, You have a private dance request." T-bag says. Then I walk to the back room and saw him waiting. The ugliest man ever!
"What would you like me to do?" I asked.
"Could you just fuck me?" He asked.
I just paused. "Are you serious?" I asked.
"No. Just give me one of your best blow jobs." He tells me. I sigh then I do as he said and as I'm giving him this blow job, I think to myself, why am I doing this. Then I remember, to get money. I began to cry just alittle then I get up and leave the room.
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Dirty Tricks
RomanceThis book is a girl named Jasmine who is a stripper and could never find love. She could barely pay the bills or buy any food for herself and she had a 13 year old son. She had to do the dirty in order to live. Until one day she met a man and they f...
