Sultry||s.j

-One-

{Natasha}

I smoothly glided down the pole centered in the middle of my living room. A sensual R&B track pulsed throughout my apartment, putting me entirely in the zone. The only thing playing on my mind was the new routine that I had perfected to the T.

As I seductively bent over to wiggle my ass against the steel rod, loud knocks sounded from the front door. I huffed and turned down the music a few notches, then snatched my pale pink robe off the back of the couch. As I secured the fabric around my half-naked body, I took a look through the peephole.

There on the other side stood my best friend, Izzy. Her short ass stood at about 5'4, but people let her size fool them. She's one crazy-ass bitch when need be. Her vibrant red hair described her personality for sure- which is simply full of life and surprises.

She had crystal blue eyes and adorable freckles littered across her fair cheeks. I always told her that it was a curse that we favored men because no man was worthy of her looks.

"Hey bitch," I smiled as we embraced each other.

"If I would've known it was you I would've left my ass out," I playfully winked at Izzy.

She giggled and pinched my rear before walking in past me. Her familiar turquoise duffle bag rested on her shoulder, until she dropped it somewhere in the living room.

Izzy and I both worked at our city's notorious strip club by the name of: The Devils Den. Hundreds of men filter in and out of that club every night. From the time we open at 8pm, to the wee hours of the morning at closing time which is 4am. We never had a crowd smaller than a hundred people.

"Still working on that routine?" She asked while digging through her bag.

I already knew what Izzy had in mind. She favors weed more than the average person, and is the biggest pot-head I know. It didn't bother me though because I'm almost no better than her.

"Yep, and Roll me one too please. I'll cash app you my half."

I grabbed my phone off of the coffee table and began searching for the app. I went to type in my desired amount to give away until Izzy started protesting against me.

"No Natasha. Every time you send me money you send way more than needed," she shook her head while darting her tongue across the blunt before rolling.

"That's because I've got more than needed, and love sharing it with people I love."

My father is my only parent, and I love him more than anything on this Earth. Though with that being said, he is also no saint. My dad's way of living is no where near legal, and I still have problems with saying what he does out loud.

With him doing God knows how many illegal activities, that comes with a whole lot of "illegal" money. My dad only gives me nothing but the best. All of the time. He's the reason I don't have to go to school, and live in a stunning penthouse here in Colorado.

I have no clue where he is. I grew up being raised by maids and nannies. After the death of my mother when I was the fresh age of ten, my father told me he had to "go away" for a while. She died due to reasons my father won't discuss. Since ten I haven't stopped crying over that moment. He calls me every other day, and sometimes we even face time, but his location is not known by me.

He tells me it is for my safety, and that he might see me in person sooner than later. I just hold on to that promise to keep me going.

I pressed send and sent Izzy a hundred dollars. She wasn't in need of money, and could 'hold her own weight' is what she tells me. But I still loved being hard headed, and sent her some anyways.

"Here- you make me wanna kill you woman," she grumbled, holding out my finished blunt for me to take.

"Meet you on the balconyyy.." I sing on my way over to the sliding glass doors.

I stared over the city and took in the immaculate view. It never got old to me, even though I saw it almost every day. The summer evening began to set in, meaning work for me began soon. I sighed and made a small smile.

Izzy and other girls at the club wondered why I worked there. I had a penthouse, G wagon, designer clothes, and more. Yet I wanted to work at a strip club and entertain middle aged married men.

I always have to explain the reason behind my 'madness'.

Stripping is an art in my eyes. It takes an incredible amount of confidence, strength, and balance to embrace yourself enough to perform Half naked in front of strangers. You can thrive off of the fact that the men can only look but not touch (that is without a certain fee).

It's a hobby that I never get tired of doing, but why do it for free when I could be getting money off of it instead?

"Thank God we're working in VIP tonight," Izzy commented. With her phone in one hand and blunt in the other, she stood beside me as we both puffed on the happy sticks.

"Really?" I grabbed the corner of her phone to check what she was reading.

On the screen was a text from our boss. Each week he assigned us girls to different sections of the club so it was a 'fair game'. Though no matter where I worked I still managed to earn the most out of everyone. So it didn't matter to me.

"Looks like we're gonna have some fun tonight," Izzy smiled excitedly.

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A/n: just a little bit about the main character. Sorry this chap is short and kinda boring, next chap will take this from a 1 to a 10 real quick ;)

Anyways I've been so hesitant on releasing something new, but I really like this one, just hope you all will too.

I love you all.