Life was better than ever. I mean, I had mad dough, I was meeting men like crazy, and did I mention I was making mad loot? I'm for real ya'll, I had it going on. People were traveling from afar just to come and see me. Word had quickly spread about the little city girl that had it going on big at The Gold Nugget. I had people from Cobb, Clayton, Athens, and Duluth coming to see me. For ya'll that don't know that is cities that are very far from Atlanta. I had to be making at least $1200 a night. At first, I thought that that was just going to be for the first night but I quickly realized that it wasn't like that. This was my real nightly money wages.
The girls at the club were getting mad jealous too. I thought it was just my imagination at first but then I found out it was REAL. They would sit in their clicks all the time and look at me and point. Some would even roll their eyes at me when I passed after a lap dance. I had to start keeping a switch blade with me at all times. That's just how much I feared for my life.
"I'm telling you this is for real yo. These broads don't like me at all yo."
"Oh girl, you just buggin'. They like that with all the new people."
"Monique, I've been here for three months. How new can I be? I can't help that their people don't want them anymore and they want me."
I had tooken a lot of girls regulars over the months I had been here. I had a least 20 people on stand by at all times. Most of the others girls didn't even get private parties anymore let alone private dances but I was at a party every two days.
"Look girl, I told you what you were up for when you got this job. I told you these girls were crazy. I mean, taking a girl's man is like a death penalty and you've taken plenty. I got cho' back though." She tried to assure me.
"I just don't know. What if you're not around when they come down on me yo? What's going to happen then? I don't have any other friends. You my only one. No one else even talks to me."
"You're be aiight. I'll be there yo. I told you I got your back."
"Aiight."
I looked in the mirror to refresh my makeup. I had sweated big time. It was hard trying to keep make up on in this spot. I mean between kissing brothas on the cheek and open and closing my legs I was always sweating. I don't see how a man did it. Some of these girls didn't keep themselves up and when they sweated they were musty. Not me though, I always had that Sure on stand by. I always smelled like baby powder.
I smelled my clothes. I smelled like weed. This fat man was all in my face blowing smoke on me. I smiled but to be honest I just wanted to slap him.
Monique got up and went back outside to make some money. I was thinking about leaving early and going home.
"Monique!" I called after her.
She turned around. "I think I'm going home."
"What, on a Friday night?"
"Yeah, I don't feel good."
I wasn't feeling good for real. I was having mad cramps and my head was spinning like I had had one too many drinks.
"Okay, well I'll see you when I get there." She walked.
To be continued.......the end is near
The girls at the club were getting mad jealous too. I thought it was just my imagination at first but then I found out it was REAL. They would sit in their clicks all the time and look at me and point. Some would even roll their eyes at me when I passed after a lap dance. I had to start keeping a switch blade with me at all times. That's just how much I feared for my life.
"I'm telling you this is for real yo. These broads don't like me at all yo."
"Oh girl, you just buggin'. They like that with all the new people."
"Monique, I've been here for three months. How new can I be? I can't help that their people don't want them anymore and they want me."
I had tooken a lot of girls regulars over the months I had been here. I had a least 20 people on stand by at all times. Most of the others girls didn't even get private parties anymore let alone private dances but I was at a party every two days.
"Look girl, I told you what you were up for when you got this job. I told you these girls were crazy. I mean, taking a girl's man is like a death penalty and you've taken plenty. I got cho' back though." She tried to assure me.
"I just don't know. What if you're not around when they come down on me yo? What's going to happen then? I don't have any other friends. You my only one. No one else even talks to me."
"You're be aiight. I'll be there yo. I told you I got your back."
"Aiight."
I looked in the mirror to refresh my makeup. I had sweated big time. It was hard trying to keep make up on in this spot. I mean between kissing brothas on the cheek and open and closing my legs I was always sweating. I don't see how a man did it. Some of these girls didn't keep themselves up and when they sweated they were musty. Not me though, I always had that Sure on stand by. I always smelled like baby powder.
I smelled my clothes. I smelled like weed. This fat man was all in my face blowing smoke on me. I smiled but to be honest I just wanted to slap him.
Monique got up and went back outside to make some money. I was thinking about leaving early and going home.
"Monique!" I called after her.
She turned around. "I think I'm going home."
"What, on a Friday night?"
"Yeah, I don't feel good."
I wasn't feeling good for real. I was having mad cramps and my head was spinning like I had had one too many drinks.
"Okay, well I'll see you when I get there." She walked.
To be continued.......the end is near
