𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕

Chapter 2

Zeenat POV
Bronx
4 January 2019

Qaddriyah and I postponed our meeting. I knew she was gonna overreact over what I'm about to tell her but it's a way to make quick cash.

"Wassup hoe?" I said to her. I offered her vodka, "On the house."

She smiled, "So what you got for me?"

"I'm offering you a job."

She looked around. Yes I owned a strip club and what I asked her was huge. But her and I took stripping lessons. And I know she remembers how.

She laughed, "lol. Okay now be for real, what you got for me?"

I nodded, "I'm serious Mayers."

Her smile faded, "What they do?"

"I ain't saying you become a bitch now. You ain't gon suck dick or whatever. You just gon dance for the dollars. The better dancer you are, the more money you get. But you pretty too, so that can score you a few more bucks."

She looked nervous and bit her lip, I ain't ever seen her that scared before. I poured whiskey for her,that vodka ain't doing much.

She drank it fast, "Can't I be a bartender?"

"Its about how much money you gon make love," I said to her.

She arched her eyebrow. I cleared my throat, "The dancers make a few hunnid dollars per gig. And the bartenders make money from tips. My booze ain't that expensive. So I guess you'd make a hunnid a week."

She took a deep breath, "ayt ayt ayt. I'll do it I need the money."

"Ayt you can start tomorrow night. 8pm. I'll get you an outfit. "

"Bet."