"Life is tough, but so are you"
Brooklyn
Atlanta, Georgia
May 4th | 10:12pm
I made my way to the dressing room, doing my best to ignore the eyes following me as I passed. It was a Friday night so everybody and they momma was here at the club.
"Yo, Brooklyn!" Anissa waved me over, her bright smile cutting through the haze of thick smoke and flashing lights. She was already in her dance gear, her confidence making her stand out in the crowd of girls, as usual.
"Hey, boo. How we doinnn?" I greeted, while we walked into our dressing room and taking a seat on one of the leather chairs in the. Latoya was there too alongside a few others.
"Same shit, new day." Anissa said, leaning over and raising an eyebrow. "You still not drinking?"
I glanced down at the glass in her hand, full of something dark and intoxicating. Normally, I would've already taken a shot or three, needing the burn to get through the night, but... tonight was different. The baby made it impossible.
"Yeah." I said, sighing. "Not tonight."
Anissa gave me a knowing look, but she didn't push it. She'd noticed the change in me recently, but I hadn't told her why.
Id only told Monica about the pregnancy, and of course, Torrian. I didn't want to let it slip here, not when the rumors would start flying around with quickness.
I didn't need everyone— or anyone in my business like that.
"Alright well im finna go makes my munyunn." She sang, standing up and doing a twerk.
"Ayyeee get it then, bih." I hyped her up. Anissa left for her set and i groaned knowing i had to soon follow her.
After freshening up and making sure i looked good, i made my way onto the main floor.
The night went by slow, i gave a few costumers a dance and made a couple hundred so far.
A dancer approached me while i was sweet talking this dude.
"Brook?" She approached me in a sexy, drawing way, being sure to keep in character as she lowered her voice to speak to me.
"I needa leave early tonight. Nia is supposed to be on the way to cover the rest of my shift but she's late." She ranted. "Can you cover me, girl? No more than 30 minutes for real." She pleaded. I was facing her, swaying my hips in the guys lap when i turned on my heels to face him.
"I gotta go, baby." I smirked at him. He was a usual client of mine, a 40 year old who made his appearance every other weekend.
"Mhm." He licked his lips at me. "I'll find you later." He said slipping a $50 dollar bill in my revealing top. I smirked as she pulled me away.
"Thank you so much, i owe you." She said before walking toward the back, in a hurry.
I sighed. "You definitely do." I said before looking over at the bar i was gonna have to tend for the next possible hour or two.
As i approached, a guy at the bar caught my eye. He was looking at me like he owned the place, his eyes trailing over me in a way that made my skin crawl. I rolled my eyes, deciding to ignore it. But as soon as I made my way over, he slid off his stool and made a beeline for me.
"Baby girl..." He slurred, his breath reeking of alcohol. "You look like you could use a drink."
I ignored him, stepping around him with a quick motion, but he grabbed my arm a little too roughly.
