Ly'Naisa In Media
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"Ly'Naisa You Have The Last Dance Then A Private Dance In Room 3 Then You Can Go Home." Taylor Yelled To Me.
"Okay."
"Make Sure You Dance Real Good Tonight Because We Have Some Special Guests Here Watching." He Said.
My Name Is Ly'Naisa Jones. Im 25 Years Old, Lightskinned, With Long Hair, A Good Sized Butt, And Good Sized Boobs. I Love My Body. I Live Alone In A Small House In L.A. My Father Died Last Year And My Mother... Well Thats A Whole Other Story. She Was A Drug Addict For As Long As I Can Remember. She Abused Me So Badly Until CPS Finally Found Out. Since Im Old Enough I Have The Choice Of Living On My Own Or With Another Family Member. I Dont Have Anymore Family, Well Atleast The Family That Wants Me. Right Now I Work At A Strip Club. Before I Started Working There I Lived On The Streets. I Never Wanted To Disrespect My Body But If This Is What I Got To Do To Get Off The Streets, Then Thats What Ill Do. I Wear A Mask Everytime Other Than Private Dances Because Im Not Allowed. I Wear One As Much As I Can. I Hate This Job So Much.
"Now Welcoming To The Stage.... Caramel Kissessssss." Taylor The DJ And Boss Of This Club Yelled Out As Everyone Started Clapping. I Walked On The Stage And Seen August Alsina, Chris Brown, Trey Songs And Fetty Wap Right In The Front Row. I Wasnt Like All The Other Girls... To Be Honest I Didnt Like Any Of Them. I Assume They Were Just Like All Famous And Rich People, Cocky And Stupid. I Walked Toward The Pole And Did My Thing. I Was Everyones Favorite Thats Why I Perform First, In The Middle, Then Last. Its Always Been That Way. I Make The Most Money Out Of All The Other Girls. I Make More Than $1000 Everyday.
After I Finished The Show I Walked Off The Stage And Waited For My Money. The People Collected My Money Then Handed It To Me. I Had $2,000 In My Hand Until I Put In My Purse. I Got Changed Then Was On My Way To Private Room 3. The Lights Were Dim, The Music Was Playing, And There Was Someone Sitting In The Chair. I Walked Over To Him And Seen It Was Chris Brown. I Wasnt Excited At All... Well Its Not Like I Usually Am But This Time I Just Didnt Even Want To Dance. Most Girls Would Get So Excited Knowing That They Were Going To Give Chris Brown A Private Dance But Not Me.
I Started Dancing On Him And He Just Kept Looking Me Straight In My Face. I Kept Turning The Other Way But Everytime I Turned Back At Him He Was Looking At Me. He Looked Like He Knew Something Was Wrong.
"Stop." He Said.
I Turned Around And Looked At Him. No One Has Ever Asked Me To Stop Before.
"Something Wrong?" I Asked.
"Why Are You Here?"
"Ummmm...This Is Where I Work."
"No Why Are You Here?" He Said Twirling His Finger Around Talking About The Strip Club.
"Honestly Thats None Of Your Business. Now Do You Want Me To Leave Or Continue?" I Asked Him With A Bit Of An Additude.
Who Is He To Get In My Business Like That? I Dont Even Know Him.
"I Know There Is Something Wrong. Its Written All Over Your Face. Its Like Your Here But You Dont Want To Be. Usually When I Come To Strip Clubs The Girls Look... Well Its Just You Look Like You Hate Being Here." He Said.
"Who Would Want To Work At A Strip Club? If I Could I Wouldnt Be Here But I Need The Money. This Is The Only Place To Get Good Money Fast So I Stay Here Even Though I Hate It." I Said.
He Just Sat There Looking At Me.
"So Are You Gonna Take The Dance Or Not Because If Not Ill Just Go Home. I Got A Long Walk Ahead Of Me That Im Not Looking Forward To." I Said.
I Have A Car But It Is Getting Fixed Right Now So I Had To Walk Home. He Still Didnt Say Anything. So We Both Just Stared At Eachother.
"Come On." He Said Getting Up Walking Towards The Door.
"What?"
"Lets Go Im Taking You Home."
"Umm I Can Walk But Thanks Anyways."
"No Im Taking You Home And Thats Final Ill Be Outside By The Front Door." He Said About To Walk Out The Door.
"You Think Because Your Chris Brown That Everyone Supposed To Just Fall For You And Do Everything You Say. You Just Taking Being Famous To Your Advantage. You Probably Only Wanna Fuck Anyways." I Said Which Made Him Stop From Walking Out The Door And Turn Around Coming Back To Me.
"Listen Im Not Like That At All. How Are You Going To Judge Me And You Dont Even Know The True Me. There Is Something About You That No Other Girl Has. I Dont Know What It Is But I Want To Find Out So Can You Please Let Me Give You A Ride Home."
I Just Looked At Him. I Couldnt Belive He Just Said That. It Didnt Change My Thought Of Him Though. Unless He Proves Me Wrong Im Still Going To Think The Same Thing. I Should Give Him A Chance Though So Ill Let Him Give Me A Ride.. Plus I Didnt Feel Like Walking Anyways So Ill Take The Ride. Hopefully He Gets Me Some Food Too Because I Am Hungry. But I Dont Feel Like Sitting In A Car With Hella Famous People.
"I Dont Want To Be In A Car Full With People. Especially Not All Ya Famous Niggas." I Said.
"Luckily For You I Drove Myself Here Tonight." He Said Smirking.
That Smirk Made Me Smile.
"Fine." I Said.
He Smiled. "Ill Be Out Front. And Im Not A Nigga."
With That He Walked Out The Door. If This Nigga Think He Getting Some Then He Got Another Thing Coming For Him.
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