California was expensive as hell. My rent alone was twenty-five hundred a month for my three-bedroom apartment. It was worth every penny, seeing my oldest daughter finally happy to have her own room.
My other two babies shared a room, and I had the master. It wasn’t a mansion, but it was ours, and I was proud of that.
Finishing my performance, I held my money bag tight, preparing to put it in my locker and have a drink before I worked the floor. I planned on being here for one more hour then going home. I found a 24-hour daycare and, tonight, the kids would be spending the night there and I’d pick them up in the morning. I was off from both jobs, so I planned on making the day about my kids, going shopping, and out to eat.
“Cheeks! It’s a high roller demanding a private dance from you!” the owner shouted, causing all these hating bitches to look my way for a response.
I normally didn’t do private dances. The niggas paid well, but they also ended up pressing me to fuck. I had no problem withfucking. But that was a number one rule here at the club, no prostitution. If you got caught, then your ass was fired. I needed this job cause it brought me in the most money. I debated it quickly. If I worked the floor for an hour, I could make a thousand, maybe even fifteen if I went into the VIP sections. This high roller had to have bank to request me. This could be my opportunity to be blessed with a fat stack.
“Alright, tell him give me fifteen minutes. I’m fenna freshen up then go.”
I decided to change my outfit and make sure my pussy was fresh. A private dance meant a nice little show. I basically had to convince whatever nigga that was in that private room to break his pockets for me. I entered the dimly lit private room as I took in the small area. The lights were red. I noticed a fine tall light skin nigga that looked to be mixed. His hair was tapered around the edges with a fade and a design of the money symbol on the side of his head. His hair was curly; short curls graced his head complementing his face. He looked me directly in the eyes as an sinister smile graced his face. My stomach had butterflies as I approached him. He had the most beautiful hazel eyes I had ever seen.
I slowly rotated my hips to the beat, moving closer to him. I saw stacks of money, making my mouth instantly water. I could separate a broke nigga from a rich nigga easily. This nigga right here was definitely paid.
Instead of the usual stack of wrinkled dollars most niggas sat on, this man had a thick pile ofblue facesresting on the table beside him. My eyes stayed locked on it. Just from a quick glance, I could tell it was at leastover twenty bands, maybe more. My heart thumped a little harder in my chest, as I tried not to let itshow on my face. Ain’t no way he was about to spend all that on me… but a girl could hope.
His hazel orbs stayed glued to me, heavy and unreadable. It wasn’t the thirsty, drooling look I was used to getting from men in this place. He studied me instead of lusting after me. It made a small chill creep down my spine.
He didn’t say a word, there was something about his silence that made me keep my mouth shut too.
So, I did what I was paid to do. I turned around slowly, bent forward and grabbed both of my ankles, letting my ass rise high in the air. The music vibrated through my body as I dropped low into a squat and started making my booty clap to the beat, rolling my hips and arching my back trying to seduce him the best way I knew how.
“You gotta take all that shit off if you want these bands light bright.”
His deep voice caused my pussy to jump. I put a show on for him as I stripped slowly out of my thong and bra. I danced for about twenty minutes. He had me confused, no money was thrown. He didn’t show excitement, no slapping my ass or grabbing his dick. My feet were hurting a little, but I didn’t complain. I danced my best for him until he softly grabbed my wrist and patted the seat next to him. Sitting down, I turned slightly to be able to get a clearer view of his handsome face. When he opened his mouth, he blinded me. Real VVS diamonds resided in every single tooth of his.
“My name Money baby, real pimping going on na’mean? I ain’t got shit to hide or lie about. If you ain’t down with what I’m saying, then you can slide off with this lil bit of money... I can manage that pussy and make us both rich if you chose to stay... you gotta stay down to come up... understand?”
I should have took the money he offered and left his ass sitting there. I didn’t like pimps because of my mom and what I’dbeen through. If I was gone sell some pussy, then I was going to be my own pimp, not give all my bread to the next nigga. Here I was still debating and thinking a little too hard on what he just said. Giving me an impatient look, he stood up and reached in his pants pocket, pulling a card out.
“I got hoes waiting and money to make, call me when you ready to choose up.”
He hiked his pants up to his waist and walked out smoothly. I looked at all the money and couldn’t believe my eyes. I felt giddy as fuck and couldn’t wait to celebrate it some kind of way. I rushed back to the locker room with my money secured. I at least made an easy twenty-five thousand tonight. I was gone stack up and get as much money I could and take a vacation with my kids. Soon as I made it out of the strip club, I had the bodyguard escort me to my car. Niggas knew us strippers made a good amount each night and some of us got robbed blind. Tipping the bodyguard, I headed home. I needed a strong drink and a hot bath to soak in.
I made it home fast, hopping out my car. I made it up my steps out of breath and started fumbling with my keys. Soon as I got my key in the door, I felt somebody behind me. I was too scared to turn around but, when I did, I was met by a gun that was held steady at my face. The guy that held the gun was tall and black. Ripped muscles made his black Tee look like it was painted onto him. Swallowing down nothing but fear, I remained quiet as my mind tried to process what was going on.What did I do now? was the only thing I could ask myself.
“We wouldn’t be doing all this light bright... if you chose up earlier. When I walked out the door, you were supposed to call my name and beg me to put you on. My presence is a blessing in itself; you refused to see it.”
Money stepped out of nowhere with an evil glare covering his handsome face. By looking into his eyes, I could tell he was clearly deranged.
“Money, I meant no disrespect... it’s late and I have to get my kids from daycare early in the morning. I was planning on calling you tomorrow.”
I tried to lie the best I could. When he chuckled, I almost pissed myself. He shook his head and walked close to me, so close I could smell the mint on his breath.
“Lesson number one light bright.... never lie to your pimp.”
He back handed me, making me taste every single ring he had on his fingers. “D-man, unlock light bright door and carry her lying ass in... it’s time me and her get really acquainted.”
I peed on myself; I was scared. I came to Cali to right my wrongs. I didn’t understand why I was dealt such a fucked-up hand. Every time I tried to do right, something always came in between that. My thoughts shifted to Layloni; I should have listened to her and left this stripping shit alone. There was no telling how long this crazy ass nigga been watching me. I laid there in front of my apartment door wishing I could die, but then my kids flashed in my brain, and I knew I had to figure it out and get out of this situation next.
Chapter Thirty-Three
King
Today was the day.
The day I’d finally hear my baby’s heartbeat and see him on the ultrasound screen.
