The sweet smell of saturday nights. Weed alcohol and groomsmen. Saturday nights consisted of drunk grooms and their groomsmen who spent all their money on strippers. Congradulations to their wives, you picked a good one.

"Boss man wants you" jessie said once i got off the stage with a scowl and something white on the corner of her mouth.

If it wasnt clear she hates me because i bring in more money then she does. Stupid scrawny hoe shouldnt just suck up every guy who winks at her.

"You request my presence?" I ask walking into nicolas' office. It was red velvet everywhere he thought it added to the sex appeal.

"Hows my favorite girl doing?" He ask with a kool aid man smile. Nicolas was a atractive mix guy with caramel eyesand a nice body but he wasnt my type and he had more girls then i have strands of hair.

"Whats the favor? Because im never your favorite girl unless you need something" i huff.

"Well someone requested you in the private room"he winced waiting my reaction.

"No and you already know thats my answer" i sigh bored shifting my weight to a different leg, these heels had been killing me.

"Hes willing to pay-" i groaned "i dont care what hes willing to pay! I told you from the minute after my first lap dance i dont do private rooms never will" i snapped storming out already done with the conversation.

"You look like you could use a drink." Nicole demanded. "Nic and his private room bullshit" i told her already knowing she wanted to know what boss man wanted me for.

"Must be a guy wanting to spend big bucks on my bestfriend" she laughed earning a fake glare from me as we walked through the crowded bar.

"Probably just another guy with a strange black girl fetish and wants to be with me for one night for whatever reason" i laughed placing my arms over the bar grabbing a bottle.

"I wouldnt call it a fetish" a deep voice said behind me. Turning around the bottle almost fell from my hands when i seen him.

"Oh really? And who are you?" I asked rudely. Dont get me wrong im not rude but these guys in here have to be left with the impression you dont want them.

"Lucas Taylor" he smiled cockily as he crossed his arms probably noticed my jaw drop. He was a cop. A very well known cop. The cop at the top of the other cops.

"So tell me whats a cop doing at a strip club...Or have you come to shut us down?" I ask smirking.

"Whats a girl like YOU doing here?" He ask confusing clouding his dark green eyes.

"A girl like me?" And he chuckles it wasnt ment to be funny. "A beautiful intelligent-" i cut him off with a laugh.

"If youre trying to flatter me into sex its not going to work i dont do that or give lap dances people tend to get touchy and im not a fan of people invading my personal space" i say with attitude walking off but stop and face him once more.

"Besides dont you have a town to protect mr.officer" i smirk walking off.

"Please tell me you got his number and didnt just curse him out" nicole begs grabbing the bottle from my hand.

"No you little whore i didnt" i joke and she scoffs.

"Whatever stripper" she says making us both laugh.

"When you getting out of here Mo, foreal you a good girl this isnt your scene i can tell you dont like doing this even though you good" she sighs as we walk into my dressing room.

"2 and 1/2 years..ill be done with school and can get a real job, you should come to" i tell her almost begging.

"You know i was never good in school, and this the only thing i know" she replies taking a long gulp from the bottle. "I cant promise ill ever leave but i promise no private rooms" she says trying to cheer me up.

"Lets not talk about that right now lets plan this trip week suppouse to be taking" i smile and she cheers.