DAISY
S E V E N
Y E A R S
L A T E R
I put my high heels shoes between a man's legs, putting the soul on his crotch, just how he liked it. When his hands rise to my thigh, I slap them away, "That costs extra, sweetie." He takes out two 100-dollar bills and shoves them in the pockets of my shorts. I smile and sit in his lap, using my ass to push him to heaven. He groans and his hands come out from behind me, going up to my breasts but I grab his hands and lean back on him, "Handsy, are we?"
He smelled like alcohol but he definitely gives out good tips.
The alarm above his head starts going off and I step away and smile, "Time's up, baby. See you tomorrow." And walk out as soon as the door is unlocked.
The doors are locked as soon as the alarms are set and they unlock only when the alarm goes off. There's an emergency button behind the couches if we strippers ever get someone crazy which we do all the damn time.
I walk out of the room and smile at Bobby. He's an old man who makes a mean margarita behind the counter. He winks at me as he does his tricks to impress the customers by flipping the bottles around or setting them on fire, "You're off?" I shake my head, "Pole duty. Boss's orders." Bobby nods understanding and I climb up the stage, pulling on the strings of my bra and taking it off. The crowd of men starts going crazy as I dance around the pole, work my magic, and do some tricks. Money comes flying at my feet in seconds. 100-dollar bills from all these rich married motherfuckers. And when I put on a smile, more money comes my way.
I own every single one of their hearts.
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I get done with my shift and make my way straight to the locker room. Change from jeweled shorts to jeans and a T-shirt. Wearing the leather jacket on top and Candy graces me with her presence, "You done with your shift today?" I smile at her, "You know I get off at three every day except for the weekend." She looked cute in her little maid dress with matching white panties. She takes off the thigh garter and sighs, "I need to talk to the boss about the shifts. He's making me work overtime." I shrug, "So? More overtime means more money." She rolls her eyes at me, "Not everyone is like you, Daisy. Not everyone goes crazy for overtime. Sometimes normal people like to work less and relax more." I mimic her eye roll, "Yes, Candy."
I grab my helmet from my locker, shoving all the money I earned into the envelope, and then shoving the envelope in my bag, "I need to pick Kevin up from school. Do me a favor, bake the lasagna that I kept in the fridge, okay?" She nods, "Give Kevin kisses from me." And I shake my head, running out the door.
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I ride my scooter to Kevin's high school with a smile on my face. After seven years, Kevin is still a baby to all the women in the club.
Why wouldn't he be? He was eight when we got here. I was nineteen. I had to adapt to everything around me, give my dreams just so I can keep Kevin protected.
I reach in front of the school gate as the children walked out. I even gave him the little honk of my scooter and he rolls his eyes, putting the hood of hoodie on his head to hide from his friends. He found it embarrassing to leave and arrive in a scooter but I can't help and make fun of him either.
I ask, "How was your day?" He sits behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach, leaning his head on my shoulder blade, "Can we do this when we're out of sight? It's embarrassing, Daisy!" I snort, "We arrive and leave on the cutest pink scooter in all of America and you're embarrassed?" I always made fun of my baby pink scooter with strawberry stickers all over it. Got it online from this teenager who was obsessed with pink two years ago, but this scooter made my life easier. And it was cheap too.
I rotate the handle to make the cutest vroom sound that has Kevin even more embarrassed as he says, hiding his face, "I hate you." I laugh and pull out, going straight home.
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I reach home. Bobby's home. He and his wife took care of Kevin for me while I had to stay at the dorm with other girls. It was the rule. A stripper can't have her place and she can't have her own space. And I didn't want Kevin to stay with me or even talk to me about what I work as. He understands that what I'm doing is necessary for us but doesn't talk much about it and I like it that way.
He gets off and I pull his hood back and ruffle his hair, "Look at you, all grown up. It's like yesterday you were just a baby." He makes a face, "Not again, Daisy. I'm fifteen." I shrug, "I don't care." My little brother was the cutest with his short blonde hair, and every now and then his voice cracked.
He's quiet for a second but then he says, "There's a little job opening in the ice cream place at the end of the street. They're offering good bucks for it." I shake my head "No. I told you, you don't need to work. I'm taking care of the money, you focus on getting a scholarship to NYU for law." I ruffle his hair again, "Use that big science brain of yours for studies and staying out of trouble. That's all." His lips set in a thin line just like our mother whenever she was irritated by me, but I smile no matter what.
He sighs, "At least come and stay with me." I shake my head, "I'm already indebted to Bobby and Jenny, I can't give them more stress. You know how much I hate debts, they took you in and I couldn't be more grateful to them." He swallows and huffs, "Fine." Very irritated. I grab his jaw and pull his face to leave a kiss between his brows, "Go home. Study. Give Jenny my love. I'll call you at night after I go to my room."
I take out the envelope from my bag and put two hindered dollars in his hand, "For the week. Remember the thirty-three rule?" He rolls his eyes, "You ask me that every week."
"Yes, because I need to know if you still remember it correctly."
He sighs, "thirty-three percent for spending on needs, thirty-three percent for saving, and thirty-three percent for spending on fun. See? I remember." I chuckle and throw him an air kiss and pull out of the driveway, driving directly back to the club after getting a little bit of groceries for the week.
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I get back to work, and get back into my tiny jeweled shirt with daisies on each ass, ready to hustle, but as I'm about to pick my man for the night, Marcelo approaches me with a smile, "Boss, wants to see you."
I raise my brow, "Tell him that I'm busy." He warns, "Daisy, get your ass up the stairs." I roll my eyes and quietly let his warning sink in, making my way up the stairs in my 8-inch heels.
I knock on the door and wait outside for the boss to call me in. I hear a come in and I walk inside.
Boss was still the same except for the fact he had white hair growing out from his sideburns and it did give him a sexier look. I hated him. To my fucking core.
He smiles at me and leans back in his chair, "Baby, I see you have some pretty satisfied customers." I made a fake smile, "I'm always good at my job. You know that." He likes the way I challenge him and I hate his fucking grin. He says, "I heard you try to earn extra behind my back. We're partners, baby, I like my cut." I raise my brow at him, "Obsessed much with me?" He scoffs, "I was always obsessed with you. Don't even deny it for a second."
His eyes go down my chest and then my stomach and legs. His gaze never fazes me anymore and it never will. He can look all he want because he knows he can't touch any girl in this club. This could cost shit in his business and he loves the money we bring in for him.
He says, "Extra bucks to touch you, huh?" His eyes go past me to Marcelo who I could feel smiling as he looks down at me.
I shrug, "I always pay you extra ten dollars every month because of that."
"How much do you ask for?"
"Two thousand to see my boobs privately. Six thousand to touch them." And I smile wider, "Half a million for a blowjob."
He laughs out loud and asks, "And how many of them paid you half a million?" I sigh, "All these rich bastards are cheap in ways you can't imagine." He looks at the ceiling, trying to control his smile. I look back at Marcelo and then at him, "Is that all you wanted to know? Can I go now?" His tongue pokes in his cheek and then he nods calmly. I roll my eyes but before I could walk out, he says, "Candy was sold today. Someone wanted her and I let them have her." I took in a breath, never letting him know it affected me. But he continues, "Gave her the share of her money. 50K to be exact." Then there's a pause, "And sometimes I wonder if someone will take you. It's a shame you can't have the money."
"Is that all you wanted to say?"
"Yes. Satisfy the customers today, Daisy."
I took another breath and walked out.
This club had two types of strippers, the first one was the girls who came here willingly. Zane approached them and they were ready to work and walk out of their shitty lives. Some did it to escape poverty and some did it to escape their family. The second one was the girls who were here against their will. And ironically enough, I was the only one in the second category.
The girls that were here willingly, got 50K if someone buys them. That 50K is protection for them and it's their own money. It was Zane's way to ensure their safety as well as his gratitude for serving his club for years. But me... if someone comes for me, I won't get that money. I won't have protection and I won't be able to beg Zane to take me back. Once I'm sold, I'm sold. That's my biggest fear. And I won't let it happen the second time.
Candy is... was my best friend. She helped me through things when I was brought here first. She helped me with Kevin, she helped me find him a home with Bobby and she helped me accept myself and create a bulletproof personality.
According to Zane, "Business is business, darling. Business above sex and drugs- that is my motto."
If someone ever comes for me, I will bite their head off and make their lives miserable.
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