Confessions Of A Teenage Video Vixen

Chapter One

Prolouge

"DAKOTA!!!!!!!" I heard my mama screaming from the next room, i rolled my eyes and got off the bed, and walked towards the kitchen

Me: Yes???

Mama: Don't yes me girl, go look down in the basement and grab me the "equipment"

I knew exactly what she meant, you see my mama and her "friend" was too busy sitting down at the table counting money and grabbing packages, i walked out the kitchen and walked down to the basement, i looked under the stairs in a little closet

Where in the hell is that......

I reached in and grabbed this box full of the "equipment" I was walking up the stairs when i heard a loud noise upstairs,

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!!!" I heard coming from upstairs, i heard boots and guns, i knew it was real bad

I ducked into the closet where the equipment was and hid till i didn't hear the noise anymore, i kept praying to god it wasn't anything bad, everything in the house was quiet, i walked out the closet and walked up stairs slowly,

Everything was a mess, everything was broke and my mama was gone, I kept crying out mama, no answer....

I didn't know what happened, but I knew she was gone, I ran upstairs and seen my room was a mess, i sat down next to my stuffed animals, i was so scared...but I knew that day I had to grow up

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(Present day)

I sat down in my ride thinking about the day my mama went to jail, every since that day I had to defend for myself, foster homes weren't shit to me just another place where I had to keep my guard up, never ever have i let myself even be seen crying i knew it was a weakness and I damn sure wasn't gonna start now

I took a look into the rear view mirror and fixed my lip gloss and checked my hair, I knew this job was horrible but it paid the bills

Well let me introduce myself, my name is Dakota Murray, I'm 17 and a native of Los Angeles yeah yeah all that cali shit isn't a big deal every body out here struggling and tryna make a living, i bet yall don't even know what my job is, well I work at Ace's it's a nice little establishment....shit lemme stop down playing it...it's a strip club, Yes I said strip club, i know yall probably like why a 17 year old working in a place like that

Bitch cuz I gotta pay rent! Duhh i can't depend on anybody else I've been on my own since I was 10 years old, anyways lemme tell yall how I look,

I'm caramel, i have long dark brown hair, i get it from my Puerto rican side, by the way I'm black and Puerto rican, anyways, I'm kinda short i mean I'm 5'6 so yeah...umm I'm thick of course, that's how I got the job because my body don't look 17, i got hips and a nice chest, even grown men think I'm 23 because I talk and act older than most bitches my age, as you already know I'm not really a friendly person I keep shit 100 and I don't hold back if you disrespect me that's yo life and I don't play with emotions, that's probably one reason why I don't have too many friends, i only have one friend and her name keke she works in the strip club with me, she 21 and she was the first person to help me get use to working here, she always making good money, i hope one day to get to her level, every time she hit the pole she rack in 1,000

One thing I do wanna do is get out of this strip club and do something better, i want to make enough move outta the hood, ace is right in south l.a we get everything from drug dealers sometimes ballers on a good night, and even married men tryna have a good time, I've been working here for 3 months I've seen everything you can imagine, fights, drugs, and sex lots lots lots of it, Ehh to be honest it ain't nothing I never seen before so I just keep my head up and focus on this money