thing; the owner sat on the edge of his chair with excitement the entire time. About ten minutes into her routine, he turned the music off.
“You’re hired pretty lady. You can go on at midnight. Damn, you dance sexy as shit. What’s your name anyway?”
Suddenly the nick name Skye’s father used to call her when she was a little girl popped in her head. “Precious!”
*******
At exactly 11:35 p.m., Skye sat on the edge of the bench in the dressing room oiling up her body thinking, why do men love this greasy shit?
She quickly slid on a pair of high-cut red lace thongs along with a matching bra and some platform heels that she’d borrowed from Ivy. Along with the shoes being a size too small, Skye prayed she didn’t catch a disease from wearing the panties. Ivy didn’t seemed like a trifling person, but you could never underestimate anyone’s cleanliness.
She sprayed some Victoria’s Secret shimmering body mist that she found in a locker all over her then turned and looked in the mirror. She was glad that Ivy had applied even more makeup to cover her bruises.
As Skye continued to stare into the mirror, tears rolled down her face as thoughts about what she was about to do danced around her head. She’d gone from a lifestyle of popping designer tags on a regular basis and never having to worry about money to stripping to keep a roof over their head and food in their mouths. It hurt knowing what result she’d come to, but what other choice did she have?
After taking a large sip from a Hennessey bottle inside Ivy’s locker, she headed to the stage. As she peeped her head out and watched Ivy shaking her small ass to the thick crowd, Skye’s nervousness went into overdrive.
“You can do this Skye, you can do this Skye,” she chanted to herself.
As soon as Ivy’s song ended and a new one came on, Skye heard the DJ saying, “We got a new booty in the house tonight y’all, so make her feel welcome. Please welcome to the stage, Miss Precious.”
That was her cue.
Skye closed her eyes then took a deep breath before running out on stage to all the loud handclaps. She did every move and trick she could think of, while scooping up piles of money at the same time. Skye smiled thinking, this should last us a few more nights .
Chapter 7
The sound of Kareem and Jordan yelling woke Skye up the next morning. She hadn’t had much sleep with all the loud noises and heavy traffic coming from the Interstate, so she felt exhausted. She reached over in the bed that felt like she was sleeping on concrete and felt for Payton. Realizing that she was laying right beside her, sound asleep, Skye kissed her forehead and placed a pillow on both sides to make sure she didn’t fall off the bed.
Once she heard the sound of broken glass and the boys scuffling, she quickly jumped off of the bed, wondering what the hell was going on. “What are you doing Kareem? Get off your brother, you know better than to hit him,” Skye said pulling the two boys apart.
The rage in Kareem’s face instantly reminded her of Sandino. However, Jordan obviously wasn’t going out like a punk because as soon as Skye released her grip, he dove right for his brother. They started fighting again.
“Stop that shit right now!” Skye yelled at the top of her lungs. She pulled Jordan away and slung him on the other side of the room then grabbed Kareem by his shirt.
All the yelling instantly woke up Payton, who was now screaming.
“Sit down…both of you. I can’t even get a minutes rest without y’all acting like thugs on the damn street,” Skye said, before grabbing the baby. The boys were still sitting with their arms crossed ready for war as she eyed them both. “Okay, who’s going to tell me what all this fighting is about?”
“Kareem was on the phone. When I asked him who he was talking to, he got mad and started hitting me. He always trying to push me around and when I don’t listen he will
“You’re hired pretty lady. You can go on at midnight. Damn, you dance sexy as shit. What’s your name anyway?”
Suddenly the nick name Skye’s father used to call her when she was a little girl popped in her head. “Precious!”
*******
At exactly 11:35 p.m., Skye sat on the edge of the bench in the dressing room oiling up her body thinking, why do men love this greasy shit?
She quickly slid on a pair of high-cut red lace thongs along with a matching bra and some platform heels that she’d borrowed from Ivy. Along with the shoes being a size too small, Skye prayed she didn’t catch a disease from wearing the panties. Ivy didn’t seemed like a trifling person, but you could never underestimate anyone’s cleanliness.
She sprayed some Victoria’s Secret shimmering body mist that she found in a locker all over her then turned and looked in the mirror. She was glad that Ivy had applied even more makeup to cover her bruises.
As Skye continued to stare into the mirror, tears rolled down her face as thoughts about what she was about to do danced around her head. She’d gone from a lifestyle of popping designer tags on a regular basis and never having to worry about money to stripping to keep a roof over their head and food in their mouths. It hurt knowing what result she’d come to, but what other choice did she have?
After taking a large sip from a Hennessey bottle inside Ivy’s locker, she headed to the stage. As she peeped her head out and watched Ivy shaking her small ass to the thick crowd, Skye’s nervousness went into overdrive.
“You can do this Skye, you can do this Skye,” she chanted to herself.
As soon as Ivy’s song ended and a new one came on, Skye heard the DJ saying, “We got a new booty in the house tonight y’all, so make her feel welcome. Please welcome to the stage, Miss Precious.”
That was her cue.
Skye closed her eyes then took a deep breath before running out on stage to all the loud handclaps. She did every move and trick she could think of, while scooping up piles of money at the same time. Skye smiled thinking, this should last us a few more nights .
Chapter 7
The sound of Kareem and Jordan yelling woke Skye up the next morning. She hadn’t had much sleep with all the loud noises and heavy traffic coming from the Interstate, so she felt exhausted. She reached over in the bed that felt like she was sleeping on concrete and felt for Payton. Realizing that she was laying right beside her, sound asleep, Skye kissed her forehead and placed a pillow on both sides to make sure she didn’t fall off the bed.
Once she heard the sound of broken glass and the boys scuffling, she quickly jumped off of the bed, wondering what the hell was going on. “What are you doing Kareem? Get off your brother, you know better than to hit him,” Skye said pulling the two boys apart.
The rage in Kareem’s face instantly reminded her of Sandino. However, Jordan obviously wasn’t going out like a punk because as soon as Skye released her grip, he dove right for his brother. They started fighting again.
“Stop that shit right now!” Skye yelled at the top of her lungs. She pulled Jordan away and slung him on the other side of the room then grabbed Kareem by his shirt.
All the yelling instantly woke up Payton, who was now screaming.
“Sit down…both of you. I can’t even get a minutes rest without y’all acting like thugs on the damn street,” Skye said, before grabbing the baby. The boys were still sitting with their arms crossed ready for war as she eyed them both. “Okay, who’s going to tell me what all this fighting is about?”
“Kareem was on the phone. When I asked him who he was talking to, he got mad and started hitting me. He always trying to push me around and when I don’t listen he will
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