21 year old Raquel works at magic in atlanta georgia as a stripper... People look at her different when they find out her occupation... But all strippers aren't the same... she has tried collage but it didnt work. So now she is dancing till one night a dude slips a big roll of 50's in the bra of her outfit will she stop her job just for him or will she continue to work at magic??

***PRIVATE CHAPTERS: MUST FOLLOW TO READ THEM*** [BOOK 1 TO THE INMATE SERIES] [MATERIAL IN THIS BOOK IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY!] "Stay out of trouble or you'll end up in prison with all those bad people." The same sentence my mother constantly told me until I was grown and on my own. In all honestly, she didn't really care. She just didn't want me to end up dead like my father and was giving me her pity but I ain't need the sorrow she was giving me. Or so I thought, maybe if I listened and instead of being a hard headed person and robbing a bank at the age of 24 then I wouldn't be in the predicament that I'm in right now. If I had the common sense that god gave me then I wouldn't be sitting in prison for 5 years but it didn't even go down like that. I was actually set up and was framed by three females that I labeled as my friends but they was just in it for the money and taking my niceness for granted. That stapled 3 years on my ass and I was framed once again by a crook cop just because I didn't give him the guilty pleasure that he desired. So that put another 2 years on my ass and I don't think I could live another day in this trashy place. Not with this bipolar guy named Sean, you'd think that he's just a normal inmate but on god your ass is completely wrong. Copyright © 2013-2014 by VerifiedTrill

Aye my name is Chyna, AKA Blac Chyna. Im dem ride or die chicks that will be there for my man when he's down and out. Never when he cheats 24/7. Now I noticed most of the ladies think that being a Stripper means you is a hoe. Well guess what nigga get that out ya mind because its a lie. You think im lying? Oh well here's a lil back story. My moms is dead and my pops got killed in gang violence.It was my pops own fault for getting dem silver bullets. Should of never been part of something he knew he cant get out of. Now my moms was a good woman. My pops one day came in drunk showing his true colors and slap the shid outta my moms. She started sticking needles and ish into her arm. I was 10 when I first seen her do it. She died about 4 years later. All the boys wanted me in middle school but I aint dem kind of girls. Not bouts that life you hear me. Anyways when my pops and moms died I had to go with my bitc- I mean female dog aunt, Sherrie, that's my moms sis. She's a evil bitc_. when she found I was pregos at 16 by my boyfriend Chris, she kicked me to the curb. Chris aint claim the kid. So I did the right thing and aborted my baby. I had a lady do it thinking she was some type of medical thingy, but hell to the no she wasn't. Just another crazy on the streets. Yeah she killed the kid, but it made me regret it. I was living in a box for a week with no food. I was always cold. The pole was my on option and it got me good green. My boss Pookie told me some sexy man wanted a lap dance so I put on my most revealing outfit, the school girl, and whoa was it slutty looking. I went out back and seen a sexy baby faced ,man with his whole body covered in tattoos. He patted his lap telling me to come. He took a long swig at his Ciroc. He asked whats my name and that voice was so smexy had a girl weak.I whispered my name seductively in his ear nibbling on it in the process and faking my moans. I asked whats his and he responded Tyga.