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*CHAPTER 2*
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Years later, She came to realize, that in reality,
nothing was better ….as long as they were
men and as long as they all wanted
something.. which all revolved around s-x?
They were all the same.
Men were Pain and pain was s-x and they
went hand in hand..and the saddest reality
was…” On the streets, you had only one option;
that was to survive, and that meant, doing all it
takes to survive, or die doing nothing.”
So she made a choice..afterall, she had
practice from her foster father. ”When the push
come to shove, she took them on their offers…
just to survive.”
After years of being on the streets, it was easy
to pla-y pretend, lie still and act like they own
you. She became a pro.
She felt nothing, she was like an empty shell..
men treated her the way they wanted. And she
allowed them.She was just trying to survive.
And maybe able to get by; they had her bo-dy,
but she made the drool for it like starved dogs.
Yes, exactly ten years down the line, she had
moved from being a girl who hawked on the
streets, a bartender and waitress in the
morning, and to a s-xy stri-pper at night.
She owned the pole, and she was goddess of
that table, swinging it and catching their eyes
in place.
Yes, she didn’t end up being a good girl.
Life was ha-rd on the streets, ha-rder if you
didn’t learn how to survive, and she did. She
did.
She was a damaged girl. Fxxked up by her
childhood and the saddest reality was that…
sometimes it changes you from something bad
to something worse..and rarely to something
good.
She wouldn’t say she was bad, but she did all
she had to do to survive, and on the streets,
you either survive or you don’t.
And she did, she survived.
She was a woman now, running a day job in
the bar and at night, she graced the tables and
made the men’s mouth water.. and when more
duty calls, she takes it.
She came to a conclusion, that there was
something miserable about life; it fxxks you up
real good, from the @$$, and she had been
banged up pretty bad.
And she hated it.
When she thinks about how messed up she
had become, she thinks about where she was
coming from and curses it. She hopes her
foster father finds his waterloo one day, if he
hadn’t already.
And if she ever gets to see him again, maybe
life would be kind to allow her delve him a
bl-ow to his death.
Until then, she waits.
But for today, she has to survive.
*
Reality….
”Boss nee-ds you in his office after your show
Alexa” Tinny-B whispers into her ears as she
helps her with her br@ str-ap.
”What for?” Alexandra wants to know. She is
dressed in skimpy red matching lingerie, high
bootleg heels and her curves were to die for.
”Bekky didn’t show up”
”So?”
”So… he wants you to cover for her for a client
”
”I have a show, as you can see a lot of hor-ny
@$$ men are waiting to see what moves I got
swinging on that pole”
”Show off!!” Tinny-B says rolling her eyes
Alexandra laughs ”Don’t hate the pla-yer, hate
the game”
”Oh I do hate the game, the competition is
stiff!! ”
”Not for me it isn’t. When I go up there, the
roof is literally on fire” Alexandra smiles
pushing her brea-stup. She stares at herself in
the mirror; she knew she was looking hella-hot.
”With a bo-dy like yours, every other person
pales in comparison. I am not jealous but
damn girl, how the hell do you look this good?
Hmm, if I were a guy I would definitely hit that”
she spa-nks her bottom, Alexa hits her hands
away.
”Hey!! Don’t even look at me like that Tinny-B.
I ain’t g@y”
”And you aren’t straight either”
”I am straight!!”
”Really, define how straight you are” Tinny-B
perches on the table
”Well, I like guys” she rolls her eyes
”See that face you make when you say it tells
me and you both that you are lying”
”I am not lying”
”You are too”
”Are not”
”Are too”
”Are not” Alexandra defends
”Okay, if you believe that, so tell me, is there
an actual boyfriend?” Tinny-B folds her hands
and raises an eyebrow
”You know the job doesn’t give room for that”
Alexandra defends again
”The job doesn’t give room for nothing but we
do shits anyways. You didn’t answer”
”I don’t have time for those, but I like guys”
she bites her l-ips
”No darling, known you for a few years now.
You do things in a p@$$ive state, no emotion,
no joy, I mean we do the pretend stuff all the
time with clients but you…you are just-”
”Like a robot” Alexandra interrupts,
”Like a robot!!” Tinny-B completes, she smiles
”Exactly!”
”You said this a million times, I am not I just
don’t…see men other than the kind of thing
they are… s-x starved animals and nothing
else.”
”You don’t like girls, you don’t like guys even if
you do stuffs with them, what are you
into..animal love?”
Alexandra laughs ”Eww”
”well, what did you want me to think?” Tinny-B
stares at her ”You will tell me if there is
anything wrong with you right? I can help. I am
your friend and I love and care for you. You
will tell me right?”
”Yes I will. And I love you too. No homo”
Alexandra adds turning to her and p-ulling her
nose ”Tell Boss I will be there and it had
better be good.”
”Oh, you know Boss lets you have the good
ones”
”Ha!!”
”You are up in 60 seconds Alexa” a man enters
the room ”The house is lit AF already chanting
your name, go hoe that @$$ up there and give
them a ha-rd-on” the tech manager says
win-king at her.
”Yessir!!” she bl-ows Tinny-B a ki-ss, grabs a
robe and wears it, she walks outside the
room..
Tinny-B could hear her being introduced and
the crowd of men cheering for her. When the
music comes on and their voices increa-sed,
Tinny-b knew Alexandra had begun working her
magic.
She was the goddess of that stage; the stri-pper
goddess and everyone knew it.
Tinny-B smiles.
*
”You wanted to see me Boss?” Alexandra is
seated opposite him after her show, dressed in
bu-m shorts and a pink shirt.
”Yes, I nee-d you to stand in for Bekky, not
been able to, but i got a message from her
saying that she is sick and wouldn’t be back
till next week. Her client already booked for
tomorrow night and we can’t cancel. I nee-d
you to stand in for her.”
”when you say stand in…what exactly am I
standing in for”
He looks at her ”What else!”
”Call Girl?”
He smiles as he relaxes back on his chair, pen
in his hand he pla-ys with it, looking her over
appreciatively, she is one of his pretty girls.
She would do for the client. ”Wear something
pretty, shave your legs if you have to and look
s-xy and maybe get a lubricant, the pay is
worth it.” He smiles
”I see. So, name of client?”
”Jaime Lockswire, he would be here by 9pm
tomorrow, don’t be late”
”I don’t have a choice do i?” she sighs
”Nope. Clients want girls, we supply, we love
money Alexandra, and so do you.”
”Right,” she gets up to leave
”And Alexandra, Jaime Lockswire is peculiar”
”How do you mean.. Peculiar ?” she turns to him
”Nothing you cannot handle. Be at the club
entrance, by 9 tomorrow, you will receive a call
from him by then when he calls the bar service
depa-rtment, he would be waiting outside.” he
dismisses her.
*
The next evening, she is dressed in a red show
back dress, waiting by the reception in the
club when the waitress p@$$es her the service
phone..
”For you!” she tells her and leaves.
Alexandra is wondering how she was being
identified, but the girl is far off for her to ask
any questions of such.
”Hello?” she places the phone to her ears
”Alexandra Beckington?”
”Yes please, who is this?” She speaks into the
phone
”Step outside please” the line dies
She drops the phone and makes her way
outside, there is a black limousine stretched
at the entrance of the building, someone who
she figures is the driver opens the back door,
and a man steps out of the car dressed in a
black tux with a red lapel attached to his
brea-stpocket, he adjusts his cufflinks at his
wrists.
”Alexandra Beckington?” He asks unbu-ttoning
his tux at the navel, he raises his head to look
at her slowly
Her heart catches in her che-st as she stares at
him.
”Dear lord!!” She gasps.
*
*TO BE CONTINUE