《HUSTLER》Chapter 9
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"Toot Toot, Twerk, Girl I wanna see you twerk, I'll throw a little money if you twerk, ion really think you can twerk, Toot Toot, twerk,if you broke go to work, make that big booty twerk"
I woke up to somebody playing that song in my ear then I got hyped up and got out the bed and started twerking.
I stopped twerking and looked behind me to see Kandi and my other cousin looking at me, I ranned and hugged her, then I hugged Kandi.
I havent seen my cousin Liya in like forever, she lives only like two hours away from here, were the same age but she is just a couple months older than me.
Her real name is Shaliya, but we call her Liya for short of course, Shaliya Monae Thompson, that's my first cousin on my mother's side of the family.
Her mother and my mother ste sisters, that's my backbone right their, when we get together we are known to turn shit out.
She takes online classes just like me, but she doesn't strip she work at a club though, she's a bartender.
We got to hustle some type of way, dont need nor want a man for nothing, but I was trying to figure out how they got into my fucking apartment.
"How yall got into my apartment though" I said looking at them
"Bitch I got the fucking key still" liya said waving it back and fourth in front of my face.
I looked at it "bitch you still got this shit" I snatched it from her and throwed it on the bed.
"Rude much" she rolled her eyes then walked into my closet, I just laughed because I know she gone ask to borrow something.
I'm the same way though, I be raiding her closet asking to borrow shoes or clothes, we act just alike, people swear we sisters because we look alike.
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I yawned and layed back down.
I turned it to "Bubble Guppies" and turned up the tv then fell asleep.
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I woke up to my alarm ringing in my ear, I throwed it on the floor hoping it would stfu, but sadly it didnt.
I got up and picked it up then turned it off, I know Liya and Kandi are still here because they didnt woke me up.
They usually wake me up when they are finna leave, and I took the key from Liya so their definitely here.
After I washed and got dressed for the club, I jogged downstairs with my phone and bag in my hand, I seen Kandi and Liya sprawled out on different couches.
I turned off the tv but left the lights on, I shutter my door and locked it, I used the elevator and walked out of the complex, then I unlocked my car and got in.
I fixed my rear view mirror and drove off to "Heatz" that's the name of the club I've been working at for like 3 years now.
All I can say is business is booming for me, my boss had a crush on me but I shut that shit down real quick.
I told him all I do is make money, pay him his part then I leave, that's as simple as it gone get.
I told him I'm not like the rest of these hoes that work for him and I'm not that type of person and if he didnt liked it I can easily find a different club.
He respected what I had said and kept it moving, he haven't once tried to fuck or hit on me.
I putted my bag in my locker than locked it, some of these strippers are some grimy ass bitches and I trust none of them.
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They smile in your face but mug behind your back, and I dislike fake ass, bum ass, wanna be ass bitches, I dont even have friends to be honest.
People want to feel a type of way when I say I dont have friends only associates.
Like if you are my friend, where were you sweety? If you are my friend I dont have to question shit between us.
I looked in the mirror and applied eyeliner to my eyes, Im not a fan of makeup, I only wear eyeliner every once in a while.
I also wear lipgloss and fake lashes, that's about it, I have sensitive skin and I break out easily, so no eye-shadow or foundation for me.
I got ready to go up to the stage next, once they called my name "Sweetz"I walked up to the stage, the lights were dimmed very low.
Then the music started to play in the background, they turned the lights up and I climbed on the pole and flipped upside down, coming down slowly in a full split.
I let the music take over my body, I know I get stares and all but it felt different.
I locked eyes with some dark eyes, and behold it was Khaos, I ignored him and continued to dance.
After I finished on the stage I had picked up all my money and went to go give lap dances,a few hours later I went to my locker and sat down, letting the machine count my money for me.
It came up to 3,100 dollars after I payed my boss, I was shocked, I did pretty good tonight, I got dressed and putted my money in my bag and walked out.
I was almost out the door when I felt a tug on my arm, I looked back and Khaos looked so mad.
I looked at him kind of confused, what the fuck do this bitch made nigga want.
" Sooo this what we doing " he looked around and made hand gestures in the air.
"What you mean, what we doing" I was so confused right now.
He sucked his teeth then looked back at me "Nun man, you a stripper hoe, can't wife a bitch that done let almost every nigga hit" he chuckled
I looked at him then slapped him so hard "first of all bitch, I'm a virgin still, but I can't say the same for you, and I'm far from a hoe, dont judge me by my fucking job stupid ass jit"
I walked away from him and got into my care and drove home.
As soon as I made it upstairs I putted my bag in the closet and took off all my clothes, I already made sure I locked up my house.
I got into the bed and watched tv until I fell into a deep sleep.
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