Bambii's hips swayed to Dance For You making the man groan and stick four hundred dollar bills in the seams of her outfit that she rocked for the night. She had on a bright red shimmy two piece that made her body pop more than usual. Her low squinted eyes winked at the man which caused him to smack her behind.

"Girl you gone make me empty my bank account for you." The man whispered, grabbing Bambii and holding her on his lap. Bambii chuckled at the usual antics. Malachi was a regular at Club Empire. He only came so that Bambii can give him a private dance.

"So do it." She whispered, grinding on him slowly, and biting behind his ear. Malachi was a recently divorced man. He had plenty of money though being that he worked as a lawyer.

"Fuck." He hissed when she stood up and circled around him. She always got Malachi to give her no less than one thousand every time he booked her. He was that vulnerable for her.

Bambii stayed behind Malachi as her hands dragged down his chest reaching the bulge that she created. She licked behind his ear smelling the familiar Christian Dior cologne.

She lifted her leg over his shoulder, instantly making his cheek touch her thigh. He melted at the scent of vanilla and coca butter and the softness of her skin.

"This stays between us right?" Bambii asked, circling around Malachi and dropping to her knees. Malachi shuttered and went in his pocket about to give her all of his cash. Bambii took her hands and caressed his rock hard member while she locked eyes with her prey.

"Yes." He groaned, watching Bambii bite down on her lip as she rubbed her hands up and down his chest. "Fuck, stand up."

She stood to her feet and even though she had on heels she was still shorter than him. He grabbed her neck and slipped the cash into her bottoms. "You know where to find me." He whispered kissing her ear.

Bambii had rubbed her hands through his waves and looked in his eyes. She stood on her toes and bit and bring her lips to his ear. "And you know where to find me." She whispered kissing his ear and letting him go.

Malachi smacked her ass one more time and left the room. Bambii was the reason he was divorced. His wife caught him going to the strip club getting private dances.

Bambii pulled all of the money out of her clothes and counted it quickly. It added up to a quick 1,500. He had outdone himself tonight. She smirked to herself and knocked on the door, letting Joe know she was done.

"You good?" He asked, as soon as she came out of the private dance room. Even though the look on her face said that she perfectly fine.

"Always. Malachi told me he booked me last week, why ain't nobody come get me?" She asked, remembering the conversation she had before the private dance.

"Cane said that Diamond could do it. I thought he told you." Joe replied. Diamond was the third fan favorite. While Bambii and Kenzie were humble with their status, Diamond always walked around like she was top girl.

"Take me to his office."

Joe chuckled and shook his head. He already knew what was about to happen. Diamond and Cane fucked around, so sometimes she would convince Cane to give her Bambii's privates. Joe thought Cane knew not to fuck with Bambii's money.

Once they entered Cane's headquarters, Bambii walked straight into the office, catching him off guard once again. "We need to talk." She frowned, criss crossing her arms over her chest.

"Bambii, stop bussing in here yo!" He mugged, as the girl who was riding him scrambled out of the room. Heaven tooted her nose up in disgust.

"Why the fuck you keep playing with my money?!" She snapped, shifting her weight to one leg. Joe closed the door so that they could have some privacy. He knew things were about to get ugly.

"Fuck you talking about?" Cane sighed. Bambii acted like a spoiled little sister. It was his fault though. Bambii was the only girl in Club Empire that talked to Cane reckless without consequences.

"You gave Diamond my private dance last week. You know Tuesdays Malachi comes here for me, not your sex toy." She rolled her neck. Whenever Bambii's attitude popped out her neck did all of the talking.

"Sound like you jealous." Cane smirked. He knew that his comment would get under Bambii's skin. And fortunately it worked, because next thing you knew she kicked a hole in his wall.

"Never a jealous bitch. Just a paid bitch. If he enjoyed the dance then maybe I would have some competition but from what he told me, he was disgusted. Play with my money again, and I'm turning this whole building upside down." Bambii mugged pointing her finger in Cane's face.

"Talking bout I'm jealous. I wish I would be." She scoffed, walking out of the office ignoring his yelling. Cane was yelling that the damage in his wall was coming out of her check, but honestly she didn't care.

"Still got that temper." Joe mumbled, walking behind Bambii back to the locker room. When Bambii first arrived at Club Empire she always got into it Cane and the other security guards. Honestly she had calmed down though.

"Joe both of y'all know how I am. About my money, I'll take it there with anybody." She sighed, opening the door to the locker room. Joe just shook his head and walked away.

Bambii went to her vanity and decided to freshen up her makeup. She never did to much on her makeup, she usually just made sure her lashes, brows, and eyeshadow popped.

"Bambii can I talk to you?" One of the newest strippers Solana asked, hugging herself hoping that Bambii would say yes. Solana was fresh out of high school and the youngest there. She had just started three days ago, and today was her big performance.

"Sure." Bambii mumbled. Bambii saw how small Solana was and tried to piece things together. Solana looked no older than 18. She looked like a child. Solana was roughly 5'1. She was skinny, yet had a plump butt

"Can you give me any tips? I'm nervous."

"Solana how old are you?" Bambii asked right off the top. She wasn't going to judge her, she was just curious. She made a mental note to talk with Cane again.

"I'm eighteen." Solana mumbled. Solana was really seventeen and a high school graduate. Her parents kicked her out of the house because she had an 'abortion.' Solana had gotten a fake ID made so that she could get the job at Club Empire. Girls weren't allowed to strip unless they were 18 and older.

"Just go out there and feel the music. Let the music control your body. Don't worry about the whistles and the crowd, just act like you're the only one out there." Bambii stated. She knew how nervous she was when she had her first big performance. She took several shot before she hit the pole.

"Who gave you lessons?" Bambii asked. When girls were hired they were required to take dance and pole lessons from the vets. Bambii never gave anyone lessons though, she didn't have the time or patience.

"Kenzie." Solana muttered. Bambii nodded her head in approval. If Bambii had any competition it would be Kenzie. As a matter fact, Kenzie was the only one who could say she was just as good as Bambii. If Kenzie trained Solana then she should be good.

"Girl you gone do good. I know Kenzie taught you something good. Just relax and try not to think about nothing but the money." Bambii stated, lining her lips with lipstick.

"Thank you. I feel a little better." Solana nodded in a little bit of relief. Solana was just like every other stripper. She needed money to take care of herself. None of the strippers could judge anybody.

Bambii nodded her head and then changed her heels. Sometimes she wore different heels in privates than on the stage. Her stage heels were more extravagant.

"Bambii you're up!" Joe yelled from the door. Sighing softly, she laced her heels tightly and then walked back out the locker room. She was glad this was her last set for the night, she was tired.

"Big ballers out tonight." Joe stated.

"You know how I do." Bambii winked, taking the stage as everyone yelled for her. Bambii saw all of the men in suits and made them her target. Usually they had the most money. Bambii always thought ahead. Most girls didn't find their targets until they were half way through their dance, but whenever Bambii took the stage she immediately looked for her prey.

Under the Influence by Chris Brown started booming through the club which hyped every man and some women up. They knew it was Bambii's song and she was about to eat everyone up. Bambii tuned all of men calling her name out and focused on the beat of the music.

As the music played, Bambii moved up the pole lifting her leg so that everyone could only imagine being with her. When she got to the top she slid all the way down to the floor in a perfect split bouncing her ass on the floor.

Bambii arched her back, looking at a specific white man that was intrigued by her performance. He walked closer to the stage making Bambii do a little bit of extra.

Bambii turned so that her back was facing the crowd. She rolled over, hiking her legs up in the air and shaking her thighs at the right speed. Bambii felt all of the paper been thrown at her which made her smirk in satisfaction.

As the song slowed down, she turned back around and climbed up the pole seductively winking her eye. Half way up she did a arched position that had her ass bouncing just right to the tempo.

The crowd went crazy when she rubbed her body biting her lips and motioning for people to get closer. By now everyone was surrounding the stage throwing money at her.

Bambii grabbed her left breast and got ready for her last move. She flipped her hair over her shoulders arching her back in a doggy position, shook her ass and then flipped herself over so that she was now in a split. While she was in the split she jiggled her ass and caressed her chest.

Her low and squinted eyes just made everyone go crazy as each man thought she was looking at them.

The song had finally ended and the stage was covered in money. Someone had even threw her personal checks. Joe helped her gather all of the money into the bags and then guarded her as she walked to the locker room.

"Ten minutes Joe." She muttered. Tired wasn't the word. Stripping brought in a lot of money. Even though her job at the hospital brought in tons of money she still had loans to pay off. Luckily she was almost done.

Quickly going to her locker to get her things, she put a long jacket over her outfit and changed from her heels to her crocs. She cleaned up her vanity area and told a couple girls bye.

"I'm exhausted." She groaned, walking with Joe to her car. Joe opened the back door for her and helped her put the duffel bags in.

"When you gone give yaself a break Bamb?" He asked. As long as he's known Bambii, she never really gave herself credit or a break for herself. If she wasn't at one job she was at the other.

"Can't really afford one right now. I'm just trying to do better for myself." She sighed getting in the front seat.

"Yea but Bamb if you don't give yourself one, you gone pop off one of these days. Just take a week or so and relax. Plus I'm starting to see bags under them eyes." Joe chuckled.

"Whatever." Bambii smiled. She knew Joe was right but honestly she couldn't take a break. Working was her escape from reality. Her escape from pain.

Cranking up her car gave Joe the signal to step away. He waved her goodnight and watched as she drove out of the parking lot, turning onto the highway.

He had only hoped that Bambii listened to him one day.

~

hey guys!

so bambii did her private dance and made quick chomp change..

malachi was divorced because of bambii, could y'all see a relationship with them? i couldn't.

cane better stop playing with bambii money, yall think he low key scared of her? lmaooo

poor angel just a baby, any advice for her?

bambii had them people eating right out of hands during her set, yall think she will ever quit stripping?

should she give herself a break?

i don't know shit about stripping so bare with me.

and just to warn y'all there will be sex scenes later on in this book, so if you not mature enough to handle it exit stage left.

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-jassyout