Chapter 2

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Brice POV
"I cant believe you talked to a client last night" Emma yells as we make our way home.

"See thats why it gave your identity away today" Blessing snaps

"Ok yes i know i made a mistake but I handled it. Whats his face knows not to tell anyone and that he should stay away...far away" I say as we pull up to the apartment.

"DAD WE'RE HOME" I yell dropping the house key on the counter.

"UNCLE BEN" Emma yells.

Nothing.

"Guys...he went out to check out another club." Blessing says while reading a note on the fridge

"Probably looking to invest in yet another one"I say rolling my eyes

"He wants us to clean the place up to"Blessing adds

"Ugh whats the point. We clean only for the place to get messed up again with beer bottle and cigarettes. Theres not enough febreeze in the damn world to get the smoke smell out of this place." Emma complains

I walk up to my room in this mediocre apartment and place my bag on my bed. Before just sitting there thinking. That boy from today....he was pretty cute...but he's so full of himself and beside that he would be too much to handle....but then again...he's smart.

I shake my head as i stand up and go downstairs to help clean up.

Khalil POV
"Dude you know how tough it was to get in last time" Za states

"Yea man why are we back here tonight. I got a shit load of homework to do" Justin complains

"Yea calling Angel isn't homework" Za says and Justin slaps the side of his head

"Alright chill. I just need to deal with something" I say as we approach the entrance

"Ah i see...you want another stripper" Za says smirking and I chuckle

"Something like that"

The guard sees Za and immediately smirks with his mustache following the movement of his lips.

"My favorite man is back...go ahead on in...Bae" the guard says and Za looks at him like wtf.

We get inside the club and its just like it was last night. Loud and good music.

I look around and see waitresses in little clothing walking around before excusing myself from the boys.

"Excuse um i would like to talk to a stripper" i say and she laughs

"Well im no stripper but the only way to do that is to get a personal meeting and thats $50 for 15 minutes and even in that they don't talk to you...but its not like the guys ever complain" she says smirking before walking away.

I check my pockets for money and I have a 20. I wonder how much time that will get me. I go to the Mc man in a business suit.

"Hey can i get a stripper for a 20" i ask and he laughs

"Yea..thats 5 minutes" he states, taking my 20.

"5 minutes for a damn 20?!"

"Yea...next time come with more money" the mc says as if it obvious

"Your personal meeting will be after the strip show" he says as he counts his money and I walk away.

I see the guys sitting at a table with some hot girls and I join them.

"Yo man the show bout to start" Justin says getting excited as his hand his draped around a brunette.

I sit at the table on one of the fancy chairs and a blonde comes and sits on me. Im not complaining. The show starts and Nicki Minaj "Only" comes on.

I see two girls come out in thongs and a black bra with their hair out and black heels. They swing around the pole before wrapping their legs and hanging upside down. Of course they all have masks on....then she comes out. Brice.

She struts out and sways her hips before grabbing the pole and doing a split. She works her body up and then wraps one leg on the pole and swings around. I see her make eye contact with me and she quickly looks away.

Once the show is over, the chick sitting on me gets up and walks away with Za and I'm being pushed towards a room. I go in as its locked behind me and out comes Brice from the dark as the music starts. She starts swaying her hips but I grab them and stop her.

"Stop" I demand

She says nothing.

"You know you can talk to me since I know who you are" i explain

Still nothing. She starts her routine again as she does a split.

"Brice please...i just want to talk" i plead

She finally looks at me.

"Will you stop talking so that I can do my job" she says sternly

"Being a stripper isn't a job....well at least it shouldn't be for you." I explain

"Oh please what do you know" She says rolling her eyes.

"I wanna know you" i say and she just looks at me.

"Your times up" she whispers lowly before walking away.

And then the door opens.

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