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That's what happens when you have a crackhead mother hell bent on naming you something no other kid in the trailer park would have. She succeeded.
"I need a man between my legs," I grin at her. "Not into seeing a fried box dyed head."
"Hey!" Chanel hollers from across the room. "Shut the fuck up, bitch!"
"Yeah," Sky snickers. "Not everyone can wear no makeup and still look like Megan Fox on her best day."
Whatever. I roll my eyes. Megan Fox. Maybe a doped-up stripper who hasn't slept in days and needs a proper meal, version of Megan Fox. It's the jet-black hair, grey/green eyes, and a pouty lip combo. The tall and lean-I live off ramen and coffee-look. My rump is my best asset and my tits are small, I'm just too nervous to go under the knife or else they'd be fucking beach balls.
Doesn't matter though, my tits may be apples but I am still the highest paid dancer here. Thanks to me, according to Carl, traffic has increased by fifty percent since I showed up wet and exhausted looking for a job. And that's just stage work because you will never see me going to the back for private shows. I won't be sucking or fucking any dick that comes through those doors, I may be a drug addicted stripper with barely any money to my name, but I still have my fucking pride.
"Temp, Sky." Carl appears at the door. "Can you stay later tomorrow night? I have a meeting and I need a few girls on the poles."
These late-night meetings usually bring me the fattest tips because Carl entertains the high-end drug dealers and seedy looking men dressed in top-of-the-line tailored suits. He usually pairs me up with Sky and if we touch each other a bit or make out, it really ramps up those Benjamin’s.
“Sure." Sky calls out and I toss him a nod.
"Thanks, ladies." He scratches at his chin and looks slightly nervous. "It's for Raiden’s celebration."
I raise a brow not knowing what he's talking about and swing my head to Sky when I hear her gasp.
"Carl," she begins to shake her head.
"It's just the meeting. Not the choosing." He tries to convince her.
"Who are they?" I ask him.
"They are the devil incarnate." Sky mutters and gnaws on her lip.
"I'll do it alone." I tell Carl. "Don't force her if she doesn't want to."
"No, Temp." Sky rushes over to me. "You can't do it either."
"I need the money, Sky." I shake my head at her.
"Okay, Tempest." Carl nods. "You're my best. I think you up there alone will be enough."
I watch as he leaves the doorway and his footsteps echo down the hall.
"Listen, Temp." Sky lays her hand on my shoulder. "Whatever you do, don't make eye contact and do not talk to any of them. Shake your ass and then leave as soon as the meeting is done."
"Sky, what the fuck?" I stare at her with wide eyes. "Why are you so scared of these men?"
We see scary looking sons of bitches in here all the time, this shit isn't new, so I can't figure out what the fuck her issue is.
"Just do as I say." She says as the MC calls her name to the stage. She gives me a pointed look and repeats, "just do as I say."
Chapter Two
Tempest
“I fucking bagged a thousand last night." I say as I cut the lines out on my vanity.
"Plus, you're doing overtime tonight, so shit girl, you're rolling in it." Queen purrs in her raspy voice and her dark eyes glow with envy.
Queen is exactly what her name is, she's the longest running stripper here, and hitting almost forty. She looks good for her age and that's why Carl keeps her on but her attitude is shit. She's short but she has all the right curves and a cute little pixie haircut on her platinum hair.
"Mmhmm." I nod then sniff a line.
