His Redemption [a Michael B. Jordan fan fiction]

Our strange incounter

"Okay so you're pretty, have a great body, nice attitude.... but the real question is can you work a pole?".

I was puzzled by the question the manager at the club had just asked me. Dance? I thought this was a bartending job.

"Umh, haha dance? I thought this was a bartending job. That's what it said on the application." I stated my thoughts.

"Yeah, well all the women at Hustle club dance and bartend, we're a multitalented establishment." After he says that he just starts at me. Like he's undressing me with his eyes.

I stand up and grab my phone and purse that was beside me "I'm sorry Mr. Gordon right?" He shakes his head letting me continue. "Umh i know I said I really needed a job but I just don't feel comfortable dancing naked in front of a bunch of grown men what have daughters my age. Thank you for the offer though.-"

"Wait !" He cuts me off by walking in front of the door that I was leaving out of. "You sing right? I hear you have some pipes on you, is that true?".

I look at him in assignment that he knew I sang. I must be getting a little well known since I moved to the Big Apple. I hide my blush and started to speak.

"Yeah I sing, why?"

"We need a new singer. Our old one quite last night I almost forgot. "

I was shocked.

"Um, I would love that a lot actually-" he loves interrupting people I see.

"There's one thing though, you have to wear something things that might not be that comfortable for you sometimes."

I think about my choices for a minute. I really need this money. I have to be successful. I take a deep breath and dig in my bag and hang Gordon my demo track. He smiles and starts to speak.

"Alright ill call you in about 2 hours to let you know what my boss thinks."

"Alright thank you, I'll be looking forward to that call. Bye bye Mr. Gordon."

"Yeah talk to you soon pinky."

~~~

I walk in my dorm to see my two roommates arguing about who'd be better in bed Trey Songz or Chris Brown, which in this place these 2 names are more than common.

"No nigga what are you talking about. You sound fucking dumb. Trey shit big I know it is. You can't invent sex with a shrimp dick which is what Chris has." Riley spits at Kory

"Bro! I keep telling you it's photoshop! Stop coming for him before I come for you." Kory yells back at Riley holding out the 'you'.

They were too busy arguing about NOTHING to realize I had walked in our dorm. Their heads snapped my way once I tossed my purse on the couch and sighed.

"Neither one of them are as important as me..." I say, flopping down beside my purse.

"You sure about that?" Riley asked cocking her head sideways and squinting her hazel eyes.

Kory scoffed a little looking at Riley. "Hush Riley.. sooo how did the interview go?"

I dramatically sighed. "Ughhh, well, they should be calling me in an hour or so," I half smiled. Kory and Riley both looked at me with hopeful smiles. We all just sat there for a minute taking each other in, when Riley broke the silence.

"Look pinky, you know you don't have to work to get the money. My parents would help you out with a drop of a pen-"

I cut her off.