Have you ever just felt like you were wandering around in the world with no type of purpose? You're at an awkward age where you should be getting your shit together but you shouldn't have it together. It's like you're just going through the motions everything until you figure out. I'm trying to be a perfect friend, a perfect girlfriend, a perfect daughter, and a perfect student. I'm doing this all while trying to find out who the hell I am!
" Yo Cocoa, Benny said you're up in five." Raevyn, my best friend said to me as she touched me on my shoulder. I placed my pen down on my journal and stood to my feet. I did a quick stretch and prepared myself to go on stage. "Thanks, you the stage manager tonight?" I asked her with a chuckle.
"Girl no, I'm just here for you boo, and the free chicken wings." She said as she fixed the back of my wig for me. I giggled at her response and finally started to pay attention to my surroundings.
It was the same old scene as any other night in the dressing room here at Sugars. Girls were sitting around talking and laughing while they got dressed, packing up to go home, or counting money. I, on the other hand, was just beginning my night at the club. Tonight was my night on the main stage, and then I would be doing some bottle service when I was done. By the I was satisfied with my appearance, it was showtime. I grabbed my masquerade mask and followed Raevyn out the door.
Raevyn didn't technically work here, but her uncle owned the place. So, she would come with me on the days that I worked. She would usually spend her time in his office until I went on stage. Then she watched from the side, and help me collect the various bills that were on the floor for me. I stood behind the black curtain and waited for my introduction.
"We have a special treat for y'all tonight! The mysterious one has graced us with her presence! Everybody......NOLA DAHLIN" The DJ yelled into the microphone as Ca$h Out "She Twerkin" begin to play. Adrenaline took over, as I put on my show. I rarely paid attention to the crowd as I danced, but now and then I would go to the end of the stage and let a patron put money in my thong. Towards the end of the second song, I grabbed my top and turned on my heels to leave the stage.
My thighs were on fire as I walked back to the dressing room. It had been a while since I danced and my body was surely letting me know. Once I finally made it to my vanity, I sat down and quickly took my shoes off. My toes going into the plush carpet felt like tiny clouds sent from heaven. "Girl! You learned some new tricks!" Raevyn said loudly as she walked into the dressing room. I looked at her and smile. "Naw, not really. I just haven't been on the main stage in a while."
Raevyn sat my basket money down on the floor next to my feet and then sat on the floor Indian Style. "How much longer are we going to be here? You know Uncle Benny not gone let us drive back if it's too late?" She asked as she started counting the money. "I'm gone work the floor for about two hours, then we'll leave," I stated now changing out of my performance costume.
I quickly slipped into a pair of glittery black boy shorts and a black baby tee with the club's name and logo written in silver glitter on the front. I placed my stilettos back on my feet and went over to my locker to grab a new mask. The mask was a part of my character. I didn't necessarily want anyone to know my true identity, and it was a security blanket for me. When I was on the stage and had on a mask, I was no longer a little quiet Egypt. I was Nola Dahlin the baddest thing in the club! "Alright boo, I'll be back," I said while tying my apron around my waist.
"I'll more than likely be in Benny's office," Raevyn said looking at her phone now. I nodded my head and headed out of the dressing room.
Three hours later, I was back in the dressing room changing into my regular clothing. Cladded in some oversize sweatpants and a sweatshirt, I made my way deeper in the back of the club to Benny's office. I knocked once then peeped my head in. "Come in," Benny said looking up from some paper. Benny stood about 5'11 with a bald head, smooth caramel skin, and was only in his mid 30's. He was 35 to be exact. He opened the club about five years ago, and in my opinion, it was one of the best clubs to work for. He took care of the woman who worked for him. He gave us a residual paycheck of $500 every week, along with the tips we made. He understood that some days or nights were slower than others, and he did not want us to be without something.
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Free Falling
Fanfiction"Have you ever just felt like you were wandering around in the world with no type of purpose? You're at an awkward age where you should be getting your shit together but you shouldn't have it together. It's like you're just going through the motions...
