Another day out in the world of disappointment and I still feel tired from last Friday man of the week. I hurry along the Brooklyn road to the strip club I perform at. “Jazmine, you’re here about time people are waiting on you. Go out there and show the world your lovely curves.” My manager Frank Lanskey says to me in a rush. I quickly slide into the changing area to dress in an all-white lace outfit. It covered most of my goods while giving a perfect view of my assets. I looked in the mirror at my long brown hair that caressed my big bright brown eyes perfectly, my curvy shape and yellowish brown skin made me shine in the little light I had. I slipped on my white heels and walked on stage to be cheered by whistles and money in the air. I gave my award winning smile and sway my hips seductively onto the walk way. I bend over to give the guys in the club a view of my round large breast and turn around to switch over to the pole where I circle and wrap my legs around licking the pole. I bend back while on the pole so I’m upside down and facing the crowd and touch my body while licking my tongue out. After my performance I received about 2,000$ in total, I walk out into the public area to go to the private lap dance section my body guard Jeff following behind me to make sure I’m not harassed while in the club. I see my first customer of the night and he’s a white man that appears to be in his late forties with a black and white mini beard. He probably has kids and a wife yet he’s here at a club for a lap dance from a nineteen year old. I encore my thoughts to get at the business at hand which is to make money for college. I switch over to his chair and sit on his lap while moving my body against him. He tries to rub my body but I sit his hands down and shake my head no. He smiles and nods his head for me to continue I rub my hands down his shirt and sway my hips into his manhood which seemed to quite excited at the moment (sickening). After about five minutes of my seductive dance on him the bell rings and he hands me 900$’s. I straighten up and prepare for my next customer who walks in. He looks to be twenty-two he had a strong jaw structure, a brown cream complexion, tall with lean muscles, in all a striking young man. I felt bewitched in his steamy sexy glory. I swayed my hips and set on his strong legs which seemed to steam of his heat. I straddle him while rubbing my breast against his chest he growled in an inhumane manner and licked my neck; I shivered under his wet tongue and began to feel heat pool in between my legs. I gripped his hair and moaned under his hot breathe and talented hands which seemed to roam my body as I grinded into his manhood. I have never felt like this in all my life, felt like taking a man while giving him a lap dance. I felt slightly disappointed when I heard the bell ring minutes later, yet happy because I was enjoying the lap dance more than I should. He smiled and handed me 5,000$ I was shocked by the amount and pulled the man back to give him his money. “Sir Um this is too much for just a lap dance.” I say but he grabs my chin and in a deep sexy voice says “you deserve every penny and more.’ I smile and thank him before heading to the dressing area to change so I can go home. I immediately fall asleep and set my alarm for 7:00 am.
In the morning; I wake up, take a shower, and get dressed for school. I grab my book bag and hop into my 2002 Nissan quest prepared for the day to begin. Once I walk through the Charleston high doors I’m greeted with the scent of wax floors and children having breakfast in the cafeteria. I head to my locker to be greeted by my best friend Ashley; she is a short curvy girl who is filled with attitude. “Hey Ash what’s the news today?” I ask knowing she has the gossip before it comes out. She smiles up at me and says “David, Jessie’s boyfriend was just spotted kissing Jenifer in the boy’s bathroom while Jessie was at her locker. How malicious is that, I mean in the boys bathroom really ugh?” I smile and nod while she babbles about school upcoming events. “So how’s your mom Jazmine?” says my dear friend looking at me with pity. I hate when people look at me like that, my mom is the hospital because she needs a lung operation after my farther beat her and left with all our money. That’s the main reason why I work at a strip club I get a lot of quick money. I told my mom about it and she cried, so I never brought it up again. “It’s ok I guess last night I got enough money to pay for the operation. So I plan to go pay for the operation so they can get her started and hopefully earn money so she can go through therapy.
The next day after school Ashley and I head to the mall to get some clothes and strip wear for the lucky guy of the week. Every last Friday of the Month a lucky guy who comes and pays the most money gets to have a day with me or one of the other strippers at the club where if we are chosen have to do whatever they want as long as it’s in the club standards. Of course they have to be checked and bring documentation saying they are clean of any STD's. Today is Thursday I already paid for my mother’s surgery and she is getting it done tomorrow. Ashley and I are so happy the women who raised us, and thought us will be okay, if I can keep this up. Ashley leaves about an hour later of shopping so I grab my things and head to my car. Just as I head out I see Mr. Handsome arguing with a blonde in the parking lot. She tries to grab his hand but he pushes her away disgust written all over his handsome face. I wonder if we were dating would he look at me like that knowing I’ve been sleeping with guys for money. A tear and hiccup escapes my mouth why should I care if he is disgusted in me, we are not together. I look up from my thoughts to see him and the blonde he was arguing with looking at me. I put my head down and scurry to my car. When I finish put the rest of my bags in the car I feel a hot steamy gust of wind against my neck, I turn around to see him behind me worry evident in his beautiful hazel eyes. My breath is stolen as I look up at him, he looks way better in the afternoon light then in the shaded room we were in last night. Oh those sexy large rough hands and his sexy pink lips. What am I doing thinking that way about a customer; I shake my head and bring my eyes away from his to look at the ground under our feet. He lifts my chin and runs his eyes down my body making me feel self-conscious about wearing a mini skirt with a long v neck shirt. "Um, I should get going?" I say trying to pull away from his grip and taunting eyes. He looks up at me and bends down too my ear his breathe sending tingles throughout me. I shut my eyes and try not to go weak in the knees. "You look delicious in that skirt I can barely control myself from stripping you myself and tasting you." he says in a low husky deep voice. Oh boy my panties are so wet, please do, I beg in my head while my body is pressed between my car and his body. His hands slide down my body to under my skirt and against my wet sex. My breathe hitches in my lungs and he begins to rub his finger against the inside of me. I gasp and my knees go weak under me. He holds me tighter and pulls his hand from under my skirt to lick his finger with me watching his every move. It had to be the most arousing thing I've ever seen. He groans and steps back grabbing my keys and opening my car door. He lifts me up bridal style and sits me gently inside the car handing me my keys. "I'll see you tonight my love." he turns around and walks away.
I arrive at the club a little jittery from my encounter with Mr. handsome. He has my insides fluttering and my brain racking with a hundred things I could watch him do to me. I get dressed in a mini black dress with many shreds in it so it shows what’s under the dress each time I move. I put on my black wedges and walk on stage to see in the back row away from the stage is Mr. handsome looking straight at me, the song “Upgrade You by Beyoncé” comes on and I begin to dance. I bend over to the ground and grind my body while my hands go to my hair in a sexual way. The crowd goes wild and I’m stuffed with twenties and hundreds. I smile and look at Mr. handsome while licking my lips because they instantly felt dry. The song ended and so did most of my clothes I walked to the back and got dressed in a skimpy school girl outfit. Frank walks up to me and says “Jazmine, babe that was hot you have a private show for just one guy today he paid big money so do him good." he winks and walks off. I head to the private room to see none other than Mr. handsome sitting on a red leather couch. “Whatever You Like by Ti” came on and I began to dance and walk up to him, he grabbed my hips and sat me on his lap his hands moving under my skirt. I moaned in delight and grinded on his fingers. Suddenly he pulled out and asked me "Tell me about you love or I won’t satisfy you." I looked up at him; he wants to know about me why? I look at his eyes in the dim light there was curiosity and something else I've never seen in a man before, it was safety. "Um, my mom was beat by my dad and he almost killed her. I'm in college, paying for loans, the house, and my mom surgery and therapy. My name is Jazmine my best friend name is Ashley and she helps me with my mom payments. I have no brothers or sisters and my dad um he..." I looked down when I felt tears begin to run down my face. He lifted my chin and kissed my lips. "It's okay you don’t have to continue." he says with sadness and something else I think was anger. Yet for some reason I felt compelled to let him in and let him know me. I take a deep breath and continue "He raped me and my mom saw she got mad and tried to fight him but he stabbed her in the lung. He took all our money and I had to become a stripper. What about you?" He kisses my lips gently and says "Well I have a brother and sister. My mom and dad died in a car crash. I am twenty two I own three major companies and live alone. I first came here to ask about my club status when I saw you performing. My breathe was Stolen when I looked at the beautiful sight of you performing in front of Me." he says "Wait you own this club?" I say shocked. He smiles and nods before sliding a piece of my hair back. I smile, and then suddenly the bell rings for private session. I stand and he gives me a roll of money. He walks out before I can say anything about the amount he gave. Once home I count the money and come up to ten thousand and most of it was from Mr. handsome. I smile but notice words on one of the dollars it had Dillon’s name and a number under it, and a note saying “to my love for your mom.” I break into tears and smile. What a man I think before calling Ashley telling her the great news. Once I hung up I called for pizza and laid back and began watching Pretty Little Liars. About ten minutes later I heard the doorbell ring, I opened the door to see the pizza man I gave him a twenty and shut the door. Thirty minutes, later my phone rings I pick to hear none other than my backstabbing father. “Hello, what do you want you no good son of gun.” “Well if isn’t my whore of daughter; you would think I taught you better, than to have random guys at the house, or stripping on poles.” He says in a sinister voice. “How do you know that? Have you been watching me and taught me better it’s your fault I’m in this predicament in the first place.” I yell through the phone receiver. “Look here Bitch I’m still your father no matter how much you hate me and as your father I need you to take care of me. I want one hundred thousand dollars in two weeks or I’ll kill you and your pussy ass mother. Am I understood, I will be making house warming visits as well.” He says before hanging up. I look at the receiver in fear, how am I supposed to make that much money in two weeks.
The next day at school I explain everything that happened last night to Ashley and she begins to make up a plan. “Okay well you make the most money on Fridays right, well you are going to have to save every penny you get and I’ll pay for the house bills I still have my savings for design school.” I look at my best friend and hug her no matter what she has always been there for me. “Thank you so much” I say with tears running down my face. Tonight I will put on an excellent show and gather more money.
That following night I was greeted with a large crowd that was ready to be entertained I walked out in a short tight nurse outfit and danced like my life depended on it. When I was done I had around seven thousand dollars which is the most money I’ve made on the strip pole. I ran off the stage to the back dressing room to get into my black lace lingerie with a white angle outfit on top. Frank began to call the three strippers of the night. “Tonight we have Talon in a gothic whip out fit, Shontell in a Paris romance art outfit and the beautiful light brown Jazmine in an all-white angle outfit. Are you guys ready to bet on your woman of the night at Lover Night Club?” Talon had short black hair and ivory white skin she was beautiful and around twenty. Shontell is a Mexican with a long model neck and long brown and golden hair she is nineteen. They both have a family but need extra money, don’t we all. We walked on stage, gave winks and brief air kisses. “Talon is our first girl we will start to bid at three thousands.” Frank said into the microphone. Only one man lifted his hand and he looked about sixty, chubby, balled and desperate. I felt bad for her tonight knowing that he would be slobbering all night over her. “Okay sir you have talons please wait near the backstage door. Next is Shontell for five thousand dollars.” says Frank in an award winning voice. Two guys raised their hand one was a slim slinky old man for six thousand while her husband a tall medium built man with brown wavy hair raised his for seven thousand. She looked at him in awe and love yet with slight pain as she looked down knowing that he was spending their money so she wouldn’t have to sleep with another guy. That showed true love and it made my heart ache knowing I would never receive that kind of love.
After Shontell was I and frank started the bid at nine thousand because he knew of my mom’s medical issue. I winked at the crowd and gave my number one fake award winning smiles. Two guys raised their hand saying ten thousand but what I saw next shocked the hell out of me. Dillon raises his hand and in a strong proud voice says “I bid twenty thousand for the beautiful Jazmine.” I can feel my eyes begin to water and knew if I didn’t suck it up I’m going to look bad. I breathe in and begin to look at the ground to get my mind off Dillon. Frank stands shocked in the front of the stage with mouth open. I almost laughed at his expression if it wasn’t for the serious look frank gave me when he turned his head. I held my laughter and Frank said “Ok then you sir have the wonderful Jazmine. Thank you everyone enjoy the rest of your night. Ladies follow me backstage please.” I follow behind the other girls to the stairs where we meet the guys. Frank explains the rules and has each guy sign a contract saying they cannot force a stripper into sexual intimacy. Before Frank can release us he pulls me over and says in a very calm voice “Do you know who the man that picked you is? That is the owner of this club my boss and a very rich man, if I find out you stole money from him or sleeping with him for money I will drop you understood. I care for you and don’t want you to go overboard with paying for your mom’s bills ok.” I smile Frank did always remind me of a dad the way he looked out for me. I hug him to assure him that I’m being a good girl and love him too. He smiles and we walk back over to the group. “Girls you are dismissed.” Everyone splits up and goes on their way. I turn around and look at Dillon with a frown. “Ok, so what do you want to do for today and tomorrow?” He smiles and begins to walk out the building heading to his car I suppose. I walk behind him and get into his blue Volvo 3000. As I sit down he begins drive out the park lot, “So what are we doing and where are you taking me hot shot?” He lays his hand on my thigh and I gasp in shock when feeling electric shots through me. “We are going on a date if that ok with you.” “But I’m not dressed in the proper attire.” He looks at me and raises his eyebrow at my skimpy outfit. “Well then I guess we are just going to have to head to my place first.” He quickly made a U turn and started heading in the opposite direction. I looked at speed monitor and saw he was going 100 when he should be going 70; I buckled myself in while praying to God that I don’t die. After ten minutes we were coming to a stop, I looked outside the window to see a large white house more like a mansion if you ask me. I stayed in my seat in awe at how such a beautiful man and beautiful house go together but yet I didn’t see myself in the picture. I felt disappointed and more at place now than I did before he showed me his house. He opened my door and smiled at my expression, he began to lead me inside his house and the closer I got the more I realized how mismatched we are yet there is this connection. I hated this feeling of not being belonged; I have had this feeling ever since my father destroyed my mom and me. It’s not fair why I can’t be like a regular girl why did he have to ruin my life. Before I knew what was happening I was in someone’s arms and tears were running down my cheek. I breathed in the manly musky scent of Dillon and tried to calm myself. With all my strength I pulled back and smiled through myself pity. He grabbed my hand and led me up a stair case; we finally came to a stop at a room. Inside the room was a giant wooden bed with matching dressers and the walls were a grayish blue. It was amazing I felt like a princess I walked around and began to dance to imaginary music like the princesses, before falling on the bed. “Amazing” I turned to see Dillon laughing at my silliness. “In the closet is a dress for you ten minutes and we need to leave. Bye princess.” He said turning. “Wait, please stay Dillon.” I look down shocked that I actually said that. He looked at me and shut the door sitting on the bed. I smiled and got up to get the dress. It was a black mid-thigh plain dress with a low cut front. I went took a shower and dropped my towel and swayed my hips to Dillon who looked shocked. “Will you put the dress on for me?” He nodded and eyed my goods before grabbing the dress and sliding it on me. He got up and went behind me to zip up my dress. I pushed my behind into his body while he zipped me up once he was done he turned me around and began to kiss my lips. I smiled into the kiss and he pulled back grabbed my hand and led me down stairs to the door. I felt giddy and sort of free.
As we entered the restaurant we were escorted to a table near the window. I sat down and looked at the stars in the sky. I kept of thinking of my father though and how he ruined my family and destroyed everything I have and yet he keeps coming back. Why couldn’t I have a dad who cared for his wife and children? Why did my dad have to be so low down and nasty all the time? “Hey jasmine, what’s wrong you seem distracted?” says Dillon “Oh nothing let’s just enjoy the night.” I say picking what I want and calling a waiter over to take our order. After the meal and wonderful talk about life with Dillon we went to a park. It was sweet and pretty. As we were on the swings talking a bald white man who a red nose and yellow eye appeared he handed me a strip of paper and ran off. I looked down and read “I want my money in two days you dirty slut.” Tears weld up in my eyes; I can’t make all that money in two days that’s impossimpossible I would have to give up the money for my mom therapy. I felt a hand on my shoulder to see Dillon standing before me. “What is it jasmine you can tell me babe I’m here for you.” “I need to go home can we finish this tomorrow full price intake okay whatever you want please.” He looked at me with so much worry and took me back to the car, he drove me home and I kissed him a good bye before jumping out and running in the house. I grab all the money I Have and sit it on the table. It’s still not enough I can’t get paid for Dillon until Monday and the strip club is closed for two days. I cry into my hands when I feel rough hands grab my arm, I look up to see my father standing there with a smirk. “Hello my sluty whore of a daughter I just came to remind you of some of things I will do if you don’t have my money. I look up afraid into his cold eye with horror. He smacked me and punched me in my stomach I lost all breathe. I began to kick and spit on me I felt a sharp pain in my head to see him kicking me in my head. I smelled an irony smell to see blood surrounding me on the ground. I was seeing black spots when he grabs my arms and held them in his I was too weak to fight back. He ripped my clothes and I felt him touching my body I tried to pull away and kick bite “Noooooo!!!!!!” I screamed. He smiled and positioned his shaft at my entrance before smacking me once more and rubbing his penis in between my legs. “Please stop, please” I begged when there was a knock on the door. He pulled back and zipped his pants. “Your lucky bitch, but next time if I don’t get my money believe I will rip you and mother to shreds while you watch as I rap each of you. He grabbed all my money and ran out the back the door. Soon the front door crashed in for me to see Dillon but I was too weak to feel relief so I allowed darkness to take me.
It’s been four days since I found my little angel ripped naked, blood everywhere, bruises all over her body and damage all over her house. Ever since then I noticed that we have fallen apart she barely speaks just goes to work for extra hours and barely visits her mother. I can’t help the anger I keep getting from looking at her in such pain I just want to get up and destroy who ever broke her not only physically but mentally. Whenever I visit I get this smell of weed or some kind of drug and she always balled up asleep on the ground by then. I just sit there and let her cuddle on me until she wakes up and she pushes me out to leave. Today is Friday and Jasmine has showed up yet I feel worry begin to gather in my pit. I head over her college and saw her friend outside near jasmines car. “Hi, are you Ashley? Have u seen jasmine?” “Yeah I’m Ashley and no she has not shown up, who are you?
” “I’m Dillon the owner of the club and stuff” I walk away when the little pretty girl walks beside me and taps my shoulder. I look down and she says “If you’re looking for my friend I’m coming too because I miss her and if she’s in trouble then I want to be there for her. I won’t take no as an answer mister so take me to your car we need to hurry.” I smile at her in amusement, though she talks a lot Ashley seems to care for her friend. We get in my car and head to her house.
When we arrive I notice her house is a wreck, everything is thrown on the ground pictures of her and her mom have been broken. It looked like someone broke in and destroyed her things. I run up stairs to see her in her room shivering. There were marks on her body new bruise. I bend down to her level to comfort her yet she flinched away and began to shiver uncontrollably. Anger filled as I realize who did this really crossed the line. “Babe who did this to you?” I ask in a gentle and calm voice. She lifts her slim finger toward the bathroom. I rush to the bathroom to see the mirror is decorated in lip gloss. It read “My child, your missing ten grand don’t make me come back again and might I add that your little body was wonderful struggling against me. Daddy will see you in a week.” I punch my fist into the mirror and watch it crack how the freak can her dad be so disgusting and evil. I’m going to kill him for touching my woman. I walk back into Jasmine’s room to see her friend look up at me while holding Jasmine. I walk down stairs to make a quick call. I dial the number and two rings later my friend John answers. “What up my man been a while what up?” says john. “Hey man I need a major favor. My girl I told you about a month ago she’s been attacked by her loco father and I want him either dead or brought to me alive. I prefer alive but the choice is yours he has passed the line too many time’s and I’m not going to stand around for him to attack again.” I say anger filling every word. “Okay tell me where she lives I’ll have my guys stand watch and investigate the area for some clues to his where abouts. You love her don’t you man.” He says in a deep caring voice. “Yeah I do that’s why I need this done.” We finish the details and he hangs up. I walk back upstairs to where I left Jasmine and her friend. I tell her friend to fix up the house and pack Jasmine a bag to stay over at my house. Her friend walks away to quickly clean and pack. I slowly walk over to her and sit next to her taking the position her friend just had. Jasmine quickly hugged me and began to cry. I ask her did her father touch or rape her. She nodded and shivered at the question. I balled my fist knowing I couldn’t hold my anger anymore if I asked another question. That man is going to die for what he I swore to jasmine I destroy him.
I lay in Dillon’s bed feeling warm and safe, the memories of my dad holding me down and forcing himself into me was enough to make tears gather in my eye again. My own father took my virginity and beat till I passed out. He was no good and not worth a penny in the bank. On instinct Dillon’s arms wrapped around me in a comforting way as he slept silently behind me.