angry all over again, Skye wanted to call Asia once again, but decided against it.
“If her ass wanted to call, she would’ve called by now,” Skye mumbled .
Grabbing her purse, she peered inside at the five twenty dollar bills again as if more money would suddenly appear. She then took deep breath thinking, how hard could it be to strip? I took pole dancing classes before, and used to give Sandino strip tease shows all the time before he lost his damn mind.
After staring at the money for several more minutes, Skye walked over and woke Kareem up. “Hey,” she said, shaking his shoulder. Kareem slowly opened his eyes. “Listen, I need to run out for a little while.”
“Where are you going?” He questioned in a groggy tone.
“I’m just running out to the store. Please make sure the door is locked when I leave, and I don’t care what the circumstances are. If anyone knocks on this door, don’t answer it. You know to call 911, if anything gets out of hand, right?”
Kareem shook his head. “Of course.”
“Okay…I’ll be back in a little while. Try not to sleep too hard just in case Payton starts crying.”
After giving her son a quick kiss on his forehead, Skye walked out the room and then knocked on Ivy’s door.
“What time are we leaving?” she asked.
*******
Three hours later, Skye stood outside the owner of the strip club’s office door. She was so nervous her palms wouldn’t seem to stop sweating. Skye hoped he didn’t think she was some type of prostitute chick or had planned to do this long term. She was only there to make some fast cash and keep it moving...nothing more. She also hoped that she’d put on enough Mac foundation around her eye area, so the guy wouldn’t think she was in trouble.
Skye fixed the awful, auburn-colored, shoulder length wig that she’d ran out and got from a beauty supply store before leaving the hotel with Ivy. She even bought some fake brown colored contacts to cover her piercing green eyes.
Realizing she wasn’t dressed that sexy, Skye tried to brush the wrinkles out of her t-shirt with her hands, but it was no use; it definitely looked as if she’d slept in it. She then pushed her perky breasts up high so they were at least budging out from the top. Lastly, Skye reached in her purse, grabbed a mint and popped in her mouth hoping to hide the smell of Hennessey on her breath. She’d stopped by the bar on her way to the office and got a drink to try and calm her nerves, but it wasn’t working.
“Get yourself together,” she said before knocking on the door.
“Come in!” a man yelled.
When Skye walked inside, the owner was standing at the window with his back toward the door staring out the window as if he were deep in thought. He was a large man with a gleaming bald head and handsome features reminding her of Suge Knight. He even wore a red graphic print t-shirt with old-school red and white Air Force One’s.
Skye cleared her throat. “Hello, I was told by Ivy I could come see you about a job.”
He turned around looking Skye up and down with a smile on his face. “Yeah she told me, but damn Shawty…you fine as hell. Turn around and let me see what you working with.”
Skye was totally caught off guard, but turned around in a circle.
“Oh you got both the b’s, beauty and body, but can your ass dance is the question?” When he reached over and cut on some music, Pop That Coochie by 2 Live Crew blasted in his office. “Get your ass over there and let me see what you can do.”
It’s for your kids…it’s for your kids , Skye thought as she hesitantly walked over to the stripper pole in the corner of his office.
She cringed at the thought of what nasty bitch had just touched the eight foot pole, but managed to block it out of her mind. She hoped all the pole dancing classes she took and the tricks she’d learned such as the butterfly and the twister would help her get the job.
As soon as Skye hit the pole and did her
“If her ass wanted to call, she would’ve called by now,” Skye mumbled .
Grabbing her purse, she peered inside at the five twenty dollar bills again as if more money would suddenly appear. She then took deep breath thinking, how hard could it be to strip? I took pole dancing classes before, and used to give Sandino strip tease shows all the time before he lost his damn mind.
After staring at the money for several more minutes, Skye walked over and woke Kareem up. “Hey,” she said, shaking his shoulder. Kareem slowly opened his eyes. “Listen, I need to run out for a little while.”
“Where are you going?” He questioned in a groggy tone.
“I’m just running out to the store. Please make sure the door is locked when I leave, and I don’t care what the circumstances are. If anyone knocks on this door, don’t answer it. You know to call 911, if anything gets out of hand, right?”
Kareem shook his head. “Of course.”
“Okay…I’ll be back in a little while. Try not to sleep too hard just in case Payton starts crying.”
After giving her son a quick kiss on his forehead, Skye walked out the room and then knocked on Ivy’s door.
“What time are we leaving?” she asked.
*******
Three hours later, Skye stood outside the owner of the strip club’s office door. She was so nervous her palms wouldn’t seem to stop sweating. Skye hoped he didn’t think she was some type of prostitute chick or had planned to do this long term. She was only there to make some fast cash and keep it moving...nothing more. She also hoped that she’d put on enough Mac foundation around her eye area, so the guy wouldn’t think she was in trouble.
Skye fixed the awful, auburn-colored, shoulder length wig that she’d ran out and got from a beauty supply store before leaving the hotel with Ivy. She even bought some fake brown colored contacts to cover her piercing green eyes.
Realizing she wasn’t dressed that sexy, Skye tried to brush the wrinkles out of her t-shirt with her hands, but it was no use; it definitely looked as if she’d slept in it. She then pushed her perky breasts up high so they were at least budging out from the top. Lastly, Skye reached in her purse, grabbed a mint and popped in her mouth hoping to hide the smell of Hennessey on her breath. She’d stopped by the bar on her way to the office and got a drink to try and calm her nerves, but it wasn’t working.
“Get yourself together,” she said before knocking on the door.
“Come in!” a man yelled.
When Skye walked inside, the owner was standing at the window with his back toward the door staring out the window as if he were deep in thought. He was a large man with a gleaming bald head and handsome features reminding her of Suge Knight. He even wore a red graphic print t-shirt with old-school red and white Air Force One’s.
Skye cleared her throat. “Hello, I was told by Ivy I could come see you about a job.”
He turned around looking Skye up and down with a smile on his face. “Yeah she told me, but damn Shawty…you fine as hell. Turn around and let me see what you working with.”
Skye was totally caught off guard, but turned around in a circle.
“Oh you got both the b’s, beauty and body, but can your ass dance is the question?” When he reached over and cut on some music, Pop That Coochie by 2 Live Crew blasted in his office. “Get your ass over there and let me see what you can do.”
It’s for your kids…it’s for your kids , Skye thought as she hesitantly walked over to the stripper pole in the corner of his office.
She cringed at the thought of what nasty bitch had just touched the eight foot pole, but managed to block it out of her mind. She hoped all the pole dancing classes she took and the tricks she’d learned such as the butterfly and the twister would help her get the job.
As soon as Skye hit the pole and did her
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