Chapter 5

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*Jessica's POV, at the club*

I work at this club called Shorty's. I know my fiancée wouldn't agree with me stripping but I need the money! I was walking Cami to the park on day and this man stopped me saying he had an easy way to make money. I started to curse his ass out because he was acting me to prostitute in front of my child until he handed me his card and I saw the name. We met later that week and things went from there.
"Lola. Can I use your lash glue?" My coworker as I like to refer to the other strippers, Candy asked me. I snapped back into reality and handed it to her.
"You okay girl?" She asked .
"I'm fine. I just had to drop Cami to my moms. I think my sister may be catching on." I put on my outfit. A cute black and red, next to naked bikini and started on my make up. Candy and I were really good friends. She was older than me so I instantly gravitated toward her. Aside from her being beyond sexy, talented and sweet, she taught me everything about pole and Shorty's. Cami and her daughter Kiah play together all the time too.
"Girl just tell them." I gave her a look that could kill.
"Hell no! If she found out, she'd tell mom and that's a whole different story. Not to mention Zay." Xavier could never ever find out. Candy shook her head and told me to hurry up. We were doing a set together tonight . The crowd loved us together. Often times we made up to 800 to spit between the two in a 20 minute segment!
We went out on stage and did our act. I was done for the night so I wanted to get a drink and leave. I collected my money, got a drink from the bar and headed to the back. I must have been in a rush because I bumped into this girl.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry." I said.
"Oh nah. You good." The girl replied. We both looked at each other.
"I know you!" We said in unison.
This was my sisters little gay friend, Kim.
"You're Tasha's sister. What you doing up in here girl?" She looked me up and down. Shit! This was not good at all. I grabbed her and slammed her against the bar.
"Don't you tell her shit! You hear me?!"
She chuckled as if she wasn't threatened at all "Chill Ma. I ain't gone say shit." I pushed her a little, went to get dressed then home.



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