Nicki POV

I walked up in this bar with a couple of my bad bitches. We bout to get lit and drunk on a Friday night boo. I was heading over to the bar when I noticed that Nicole was pounding shot after shot.

"Nicole? Why are you drinking so much?" I asked concerned.

Nicole jumped and spun around in her chair to face me.

"I-I ain't drunk. And I'll tells you why I'm drinks so much." Nicole paused to laugh.

"Trey, the boy you's said that he's the one foe me. Nahh he cheated on me with some skank named Esme. It's cool thoughs, I-I'll just take another Cocktail." Nicole added on.

"Trey cheated on you? That's a surprise, I thought he really liked you." I said.

"I thoughts so to but I guess we were both wrong." She slurred.

Trey POV

Shit, I didn't mean to cheat on Nicole. It's complicated on why I hooked up with Esme though.

"Fuck!" I yelled out in frustration.

I tried calling Nicole again but she won't pick up. I hope she isn't getting drunk because she drove all by herself.

"I'm sorry we should've done this another time." Esme said sadly while looking down.

I lifted her chin and looked into jer glassy eyes. I could see regret and pain in her eyes.

"It's okay, it wasn't neither of our fault." Next thing you know Esme crashed her lips onto mine.

I tried pulling away but I actually kind of liked it. Not being intimate with Nicole for a month was a struggle. When Esme came along I could release built up frustration.

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Nicole POV

I wonder how I'm gonna get home. I can't drive home because I'm too drunk to do anything right now. I sat outside looking pretty much hopeless until a fine handsome boy approached me.

"Hey, you okay?" The boy asked

"Yea I'm good. I don't know how I'm gonna get home without crashing." I said while putting my hand over my head.

"Well I can take you home." The man said.

"But what about my car?" I said lowly.

"I'll drive. I came with a couple of my homeboys anyways."

I nodded and next thing I know I'm being carried bridal style to my car. The boy sat me in the passenger seat and got in the driver's seat and started to drive home.

"Hey what's your name" I said giggling a little.

"My name is Daron." Daron answered.

"Okay Daron, How are you getting home?" I asked again

"I might just get one of my homeboys to come-"

"Stay with me..." I said interrupting his sentence.

He had a look of confusion but then it changed and he nodded his head.

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Grace POV

I took some pain medicine which helped the pain between my legs go away. I walked outside to the mailbox and noticed my rent was sky high. Then I took out another form and noticed my $4,000 mortgage needed to be due in a couple weeks. Our stripping company shut down due to lack of service. And most jobs won't accept me. So I have no other choice but to resort to one job left. Prostitution.

I shivered at the thought that I had to go back to my old ways. Worst of all the boss, I had to face again.

I dialed the boss's number and hit him up after I got in the house.

"Ah, looked who decided to come crawling back." His voice remarked.

"Look you were right. I need my job back. Is there anyway I can get my job back?" I said.

"Honestly you called at the right time. Nobody hasn't been able to take your spot. You were the only hoe who could wrangle the niggas with good pay." He stopped to chuckle a bit.

"Listen I'll let you come back and I'll raise your paying hours from $35 to $900 if you complete this one favor for me."

I mentally rolled my eyes. I knew that price raise was too good to be true. The Boss usually comes out with all the crazy jobs.

"What is it." I sighed.

"You'll have to work 16 hour shifts. You'll have to be a stripper by day. A hoe by night." He said.

"Deal." I said kind of relieved that he didn't pull anything crazy.

"You start tomorrow morning at 5 am. And remember next time you want to up and quit on me, you'll be six feet under." Boss threatened and hung up.

A wave a fear struck over me. I knew this was going to be a bad idea because this was a job I can't retire from unless Boss makes me.

I had pulled out a exposing outfit and set my alarm for tomorrow.

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6 am

I was already here sitting in the Boss's waiting room an hour ago. He finally arrived and motioned for me to come in.

Boss roamed my body up and down. Checking on every curve I had. I had on a robe to cover myself up while I was outside.

"Your body has gotten right over the years. You a mighty fine 20 year old." Boss smirked.

I nodded my head and continued to stay silent.

"Drop your robe and lemme see that you got on."

I untied my robe and threw it at the chair I was sitting in. Boss had gotten out of his seat and examined the outfit.

"You look ready to me. It's a Saturday and you already know we got a big ass crowd out there." Boss said while standing in front of me where there was no space between us.

"And I'm gonna be watching to." Boss smirked and dismissed for me to leave.

I left and walked backstage to get ready for my performance. Soon as I got done the curtains opened and I put on a seductive look and got to work.

I got to my pole and started hitting splits and shaking what my momma gave because niggas loved to see that shit.

After my pole dancing, I went into the crowd and started to commence the lap dances. I got into this one dude lap and started grinding on him and he decided he wanted to make conversation.

"Damn mami, whatcho name is." He said while groping my hips.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." I said while continuing to grind on him.

"Well my name is Sean." He said while starting to maneuver his hands to my behind.

"Stand up." I demanded and he did just that.

I pulled my leg up into a heel stretch and rested on his shoulder. I did my own lil thang for a minute then I put my leg down.

"You flexible as fuck. I'd like to see sum of them moves privately." Sean smirked.

I winked at him and walked off.

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