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two-piece neon-green thong set. With every slow wind, the two-piece appeared to be dancing in mid-air under the lights. It looked like a magic show as men became mesmerized and enthralled and money flew onto the stage.
Tasha was tempted to work the pole. She hadnât danced since she was twenty years old and didnât want to risk looking crazy, but that didnât keep her from working it out. She knew sliding down the pole would land her even more money. Dudes loved it when females did tricks on the pole. Now twenty-six, her body was just as flawless as it had been from the beginning.
Even with all the dollars flying on stage, and all the whooping and hollering going on around her by the men enjoying her set, Tashaâs mind still somehow managed to drift back to Halleigh. She tried closing her eyes and continued to move her body sensually, focusing on the music that the DJ was spinning. That worked for a minute, but Halleighâs face kept popping up in her head.
She tried desperately to shake the thoughts, but she just couldnât. She could no longer hear the lyrics to the music playing, but instead heard these words dancing around in her head: Didnât Halleigh fuck Mitch back in the day ? Will he really hurt her? Tasha was trying to convince herself that Halleigh wasnât her business. She didnât even know why she cared after the snake shit Halleigh pulled, but she had to admit, she was worried.
After hearing stories of how Mitch got down in the streets, she knew Halleigh was in danger. Mitch could be outright ruthless when it came down to it. Tasha didnât even know if there was anything she could do without getting caught up and even landing her a spot in that basement right next to Halleigh.
Tasha continued to try to convince herself not to interfere with whatever Mitch had going on. She kept going back and forth. Why should I put my ass on the line for her? Sheâs a fake bitch, and Iâm tired of playing captain save-a-fuckinâ-ho. Where has she been since Maury died ? When I needed her, she was ghost with Malek. Nobody matters to her but him, so let his ass save her.
Just the thought of Malek all of a sudden had Tasha wondering where Malek was at, and why heâd allow Mitch to pull off something like this. Whereâs her knight in shining armor when she really needs his ass ?
Tasha was so busy thinking about Halleigh and Malek, she didnât even hear her song stop. Only after the second time the DJ called out to her, finally getting her attention, did she realize her set was over.
Keesha stood at the side of the stage, tapping her foot with an attitude, waiting for her to get off the stage so she could make her paper. âSo you leaving all that for me?â Keesha asked sarcastically, motioning her head to the money Tasha was leaving on the stage that the men in the club had thrown her way.
âOh, yeah, the money,â Tasha said, somewhat in a daze as she went and scooped it all up.
âI should have let her ass keep it moving,â Keesha said under her breath, not knowing why sheâd brought it to Tashaâs attention. Keesha knew sooner or later it would have dawned on Tasha, and she would have hated to have to kick her ass over a few dollars.
When Tasha had finally scooped up all of her money and made her way off stage, she went back to the dressing room to change into another outfit. She still had to work the crowd, and most importantly, the VIP. She wanted to be fresh. A stinking bitch is a broke bitch in the strip club, so she carried feminine wipes and body spray to make sure she was always on point. Heâs going to kill her, she thought as she quickly changed, still thinking about Halleigh. She leaned her head against her locker and inhaled deeply. Tashaâs pride didnât want her to intervene, but her heart was all in. She tried hard to side with her mind, but her heart prevailed.
âFuck it!â Tasha said out loud
Tasha was tempted to work the pole. She hadnât danced since she was twenty years old and didnât want to risk looking crazy, but that didnât keep her from working it out. She knew sliding down the pole would land her even more money. Dudes loved it when females did tricks on the pole. Now twenty-six, her body was just as flawless as it had been from the beginning.
Even with all the dollars flying on stage, and all the whooping and hollering going on around her by the men enjoying her set, Tashaâs mind still somehow managed to drift back to Halleigh. She tried closing her eyes and continued to move her body sensually, focusing on the music that the DJ was spinning. That worked for a minute, but Halleighâs face kept popping up in her head.
She tried desperately to shake the thoughts, but she just couldnât. She could no longer hear the lyrics to the music playing, but instead heard these words dancing around in her head: Didnât Halleigh fuck Mitch back in the day ? Will he really hurt her? Tasha was trying to convince herself that Halleigh wasnât her business. She didnât even know why she cared after the snake shit Halleigh pulled, but she had to admit, she was worried.
After hearing stories of how Mitch got down in the streets, she knew Halleigh was in danger. Mitch could be outright ruthless when it came down to it. Tasha didnât even know if there was anything she could do without getting caught up and even landing her a spot in that basement right next to Halleigh.
Tasha continued to try to convince herself not to interfere with whatever Mitch had going on. She kept going back and forth. Why should I put my ass on the line for her? Sheâs a fake bitch, and Iâm tired of playing captain save-a-fuckinâ-ho. Where has she been since Maury died ? When I needed her, she was ghost with Malek. Nobody matters to her but him, so let his ass save her.
Just the thought of Malek all of a sudden had Tasha wondering where Malek was at, and why heâd allow Mitch to pull off something like this. Whereâs her knight in shining armor when she really needs his ass ?
Tasha was so busy thinking about Halleigh and Malek, she didnât even hear her song stop. Only after the second time the DJ called out to her, finally getting her attention, did she realize her set was over.
Keesha stood at the side of the stage, tapping her foot with an attitude, waiting for her to get off the stage so she could make her paper. âSo you leaving all that for me?â Keesha asked sarcastically, motioning her head to the money Tasha was leaving on the stage that the men in the club had thrown her way.
âOh, yeah, the money,â Tasha said, somewhat in a daze as she went and scooped it all up.
âI should have let her ass keep it moving,â Keesha said under her breath, not knowing why sheâd brought it to Tashaâs attention. Keesha knew sooner or later it would have dawned on Tasha, and she would have hated to have to kick her ass over a few dollars.
When Tasha had finally scooped up all of her money and made her way off stage, she went back to the dressing room to change into another outfit. She still had to work the crowd, and most importantly, the VIP. She wanted to be fresh. A stinking bitch is a broke bitch in the strip club, so she carried feminine wipes and body spray to make sure she was always on point. Heâs going to kill her, she thought as she quickly changed, still thinking about Halleigh. She leaned her head against her locker and inhaled deeply. Tashaâs pride didnât want her to intervene, but her heart was all in. She tried hard to side with her mind, but her heart prevailed.
âFuck it!â Tasha said out loud
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