"Okay so what you do is..." One of the strippers teaching me says. "Grab ahold of the top of the bar and hoist yourself up. Once you got a grip climb up."

I follow his advice and begin to do what he says. Once I got a sturdy enough hold; I then ask him what to do next...

"Okay now wrap your legs around the pole, but grip tightly."

I wrap my legs around it holding on for dear life. I glance up at all the other strippers practicing, and they're killing it. I look down at Tim and he's smiling to me.

"Okay, now when you come down; swing yourself around the pole slowly. Once you reach the middle open your legs but for dear God hold on to the pole." He laughs.

I roll my eyes and do as he demanded. It was safe to say I did a pleaseable job. Once I got to the bottom I landed on my legs.

"You got strength. I'll say that." He patted my shoulder and turn to where the DJ was setting up. "Staxx..." He called to the DJ.

"Wassup?" He called back.

"You doing the Bangerz Playlist tonight?" Tim asks Staxx I'm guessing which is the DJ's name.

"Yeah..." He responds.

"Alright. Play track 3 for me right quick. So newbie can practice." He turns to look at me. "We need to find you a name."

"You think so?" I ask as the music starts up.

"Yeah..." He nods. "I'm gonna walk off the stage. I want you to practice to this song and I'll critique you." He says, exiting off the stage.

The beat to the song starts and it was pretty mellow and smooth. I start to walk around the pole as a regular routine, and gear myself up.

I drop down slowly on the pole looking back at Tim who was watching with anticipating eyes. I start to make one cheek jump dramatically.

I jump back up and grab ahold of the sturdy pole. I hoist myself up as far as I could. I wrap my legs around once more and slowly slide down..

I open my legs wide and start to swing myself around on the pole while maintaining that grip...

I finally dropped down into a full blown split. I didn't know I could do that... Well, I did but yeesh. I kept my eye contact with Tim and he had a poker face on. He looked back over at Staxx telling him to cut the music off. Once off, he looked back at me and broke into a smile. "That was good."

I was breathing heavy at this point. "Really?"

"Yes really." He laughed. "You gonna put some of these other hoes to shame."

I wiped the sweat from my forehead. That was a relief to hear.

"Just keep practicing and you'll do fine." He gives me the thumbs up.

I nodded and kept on going on the pole. I wonder who are these clienteles that will be coming.

••••••••••

The theme of tonight was Red Light Special. The club was vibrant with music and people walking about. I continued peeking my head around the corner of the curtain to scan out everyone. I walked back to the dressing room and went to my station. It was only me inside the room and I pulled out my baggie. I looked at myself in the mirror once I had the substance in a row in front of me. I leaned in and sniffed the whole row. Feeling the afterburn of the powder.

The door opened and I quickly scooted my material into the drawer. I looked over and it was just the stripper that doesn't too much like me. He walked over and stood behind me. I stared at him in the mirror.

He walked over and put his hands in my hair.

I quickly stood up. "What are you doing?" I asked, pushing his hand away from me.

"You're about to give me what I want." He says, tugging at my shorts.

I push his hand back once more. "I don't even get down like that."

He puts his hand in my face. "I don't believe I was asking."

The door opens and the strippers from first set were pouring in. He backed off and went over to his station. I brushed myself off and left out of the dressing room to prepare for my set. The cocaine has me on a cloud of euphoria right now. It's really the only encouragement I have to go up.

The Emcee calls me out, and I take a deep breath. I exhale, and go out onto the stage. All the eyes watching me scared me a little. Right when I was about to start, one of the strippers came onstage and told me that Daddy Mac didn't want me up on stage just yet. I nodded and switched out with Creamx. I was low key intimidated by Creamx. He was literally everything. He was cute, thick because of the buttshots, light skinned, and an overall hustler.

I walk over near the bar, and sat down on one of the stools. I began to watch Creamx's performance, and he was killing it. I watched as his hips swayed, and the arch on his back was deep. He balanced himself upside down and started to make his butt clap. I was amazed.

A light tap came upon my shoulder causing me to turn around.

"Can I get a dance?" Some random dude asks.

I was still high so I sat him down on the bar stool and started to grind down on him. He sat back in the chair and watched my every move. I then lent down in between my legs and looked back up at him. He bit his bottom lip and place a couple of ones into my shorts. After the song had cut off, I turn around to face him. He looked good under the red luminescent light. I licked my lips and leaned to kiss him.

Our lips touched and I felt even more satisfied. This lifestyle was changing me for sure. I pulled away and winked at him. It was time I go give more dances. I walked over to a group of men sitting in the booths.

"Y'all want a dance?" I ask fixing my shorts.

They looked amongst each other and mumbled. One of them finally spoke up. "On the table?" He said as a question.

"If you want." I smiled.

One of the men stood up and let me stand onto his chair onto the booth table. The sing playing was

I started off kicking my legs, then when the beat dropped I dropped onto the table making each cheek jump repeatedly.

I felt the ones being thrown and I was loving it. I scooted up a little bit making my ass jump. Practice makes perfect. A little crowd formed by now. I jumped off of the table and pulled one of the men into a chair. I pulled one of my legs up and dropped it over his shoulder. I slid down until I was doing half a split of his shoulder. He threw a $100 dollar bill on me and I smiled lowly.

The crowd was going crazy at this point. I killed it hook, line and sinker. The music changed and I hopped off of the dude. The bouncer and I started to collect money. The dude I danced on was still standing near. I looked up at him confused.

"Wassup?" I asked.

"I know you from somewhere?" He asks and I freeze low key. I hope he doesn't know me.

"Maybe not." I answer quickly.

"What's your name?" He questions, folding his buff arms.

"Ri$kay." I make up.

"Real name not stripper..." He proceeds.

"Darrien..." I stand up with all my money in hand.

"Hmm." He hums.

"Well I have to be going now." I start backing away.

"I'll remember you." He says, once I turn around.

I hurriedly walk into the dressing room with all my cash. I drop it out of the bucket onto the station. I look at all the ones, fifty's, and hundreds lying on the station top. It's all mines. I pick the money up and sniff it. So I know it's real. The door opens and it's Daddy Mac.

I scatter to the opposite side of the room while he walked over to my station.

"We still running? Come here." He beckons to me.

I slowly approach. "Yes..."

"Sit...." He pulls out the chair for me. "We gotta count your money."

I nod in agreement.

"Start with the biggest bills and work your way down." He guides.

I pick up the hundreds first, then start to count the fifty's, twenties, tens, fives, and lastly the ones. I counted all in my head. Daddy Mac watched me the whole time. I guess so I wouldn't cheat him.

"I'm done." I look over at him with the money stacked in my hands.

"How much is that?"?" He stares at me, intently.

"I counted $2,310." I look at him again to analyze his facial expression.

"I did too." He licks his lips, still holding that stare on me. "So how much should I take?" I guess he's asking me.

"Whatever you want." I say, scared to say anything other.

He continues that soul burning glare. He doesn't say anything for a minute. He just stands there watching me squirm of fear and desperation. Finally he speaks. "Just give me that $300."

I look at him shocked because I was expecting him to take more. "Really?" I ask.

"Yeah. It's loose change. You earned your fare tonight. Besides, I'll be using you for other things soon." He smirks.

I hand him the $300. He counts it over and looks up at me. "Good job tonight. You can go home now."

Music to my ears. "Thank you." I sigh, exhausted.

"Good things are coming young blood. You and I are gonna profit from it big time." He laughs.

"If you don't mind my asking what's coming?"

He opens the door and turns around. "You'll see..." He winks and closes the door.

This isn't going to be good...

I put my earnings away and went back out to finish dancing. Time I walked out I was being pulled in every direction. I just wanted to complete this night and be done with it. I started to dance on this one guys when Daddy Mac approached me.

"You trying to make some extra money?" He asks, over the loud music.

"How so?" I ask back in his ear.

"No questions needed. It's a yes or no." He says.

"What if I say no?" I say and he squints at me.

"Then you have to deal with me later on tonight. It's really not your choice. So come on." He grabs my hand and pulls me with him.

We walk away from the action in the club down the hall leading to the private booths. I looked around me as we walk not knowing what he had in store for me. We stopped at a door that had the number five on the plate about it. I looked up at Daddy Mac who smirked at me before opening the door.

Once the door opened. I glanced inside the room. I see a guy sitting on the bed with Creamx hands wrapped around his neck behind him. Daddy Mac guided us inside the room, and shut the door behind us. I stood in place as he walked over to the guy.

"This him?" The guy says, pointing to me.

"Yeah. My newest so he's fresh and untouched." He smiled over to me and motioned for me to come forward.

I walked over to Daddy Mac as he held his hand out for me. He took my hand and pulled me in front of him. He wrapped his arms around my waist swaying us side to side. His nose trailed the side of my neck and my hair.

"Mm..." He hummed in my ear. "He smells good too !"

I was cringing at his actions. What was he getting at. I could kind of get the hint though.

"I want you and Creamx to be good to him. It's his birthday and he's a valued customer. He's paying top dollar for the both of you. Do not disappoint me." He said aloud.

Creamx and I exchanged looks then we both looked at the guy. He had a big smile on his face like he hit the lottery.

"Thanks Mac." The guy says, and dapper him.

"No problem. You'll be satisfied. Get to it." Daddy Mac exits the room, and the ménage à trois begins...