It was 9pm when I had reached the club I entered and he greeted me a showed me to the changing room. I entered to have every girl in there looking at me as if it was major competition. As he showed me my locker he asked did I have a song to dance too and what I bring to change in too.
I had brought some red bottoms and all black pleather corset and thong that matched . I had curled my bushey hair and did my make up. He came down an asked what was the song I had choosen it was Only by Nicki Minaj. Because it was one of the songs I could dance to well.
As the DJ introduced me I went to a mode where nothing really mattered I strolled out to the instrumental beginning of Only. When the words kicked in I starting dancing like I had practiced in my mirror in my bedroom. The more I danced the more money flew on to the once naked stage. I watched as the men and dikes cheered me on. I glanced around the club and noticed some of the other dancers watching me dance.
After my performance I gathered all my money off the stage and walked off to the dressing room. And began to count it all. One performance 500 dollars. I went back in to the club and got to walk around and give lap dances and table dances. Lap dances cost 35 dollars plus whatever the dikes or men would call making it rain. Table dances where 75 dollars and tips. Plus the big bills the would put in my bra or thong.
I didn't leave till 3am. I had end up making close to 1200 dollars. Before leaving I would give up a portion to Chris.
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keshia story
Teen Fictionyoung African American girl struggles in a adult lifestyle .trying to be seen as everything but what people know at club dream
