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Life On Edge

12:05am, Tuesday, November 11.

"Musi have a death wish tonight" I expressed in total disgust and frustration under my breath as I sit down to remove my red bottoms. I love the thrill that overcomes me every single time I work the pole but some men are true assholes. I call my manager and demand this not happen again since this fool almost got himself killed. This lunatic decided to grab my ass because he 'felt like it' and I don't play like that, plus Avery cannot know that this happened. 

 As I stretched for the water bottle on the small table before me in my dressing room, I hear Baby Brat softly moaning from the echoes in the passage. Could never be me! The huge and popular strip club, Bubblegum, is where all the magic happens at nights to the early morns. All the town's richest and famous men come here to spend all those crispy Franklins that I sure love the scent of. 

"No worries Chardonnay, Ni**a was tripping. It won't happen again," Bianca said in her thick New York accent. "But just to give you a heads up, that was the CEO of Hugo's Enterprises, he's worth a billion dollars. He's the jackpot". 

And I give not two f**cks.

I check my phone to see if I've gotten any miss calls from him. No, nothing. I was slightly furious. It was a quarter to 1 and I know he should be here by now.

"Back to the stage girls", says Bianca over the intercom. "Chardonnay your client is ready!"

My pole station is in the VIP section of the club because after all, I am who I am. I see Mr. Ace taking his position in his red felt hat as expected and a cigar extruding the left corner of his mouth as I stand before the pole and carefully bring my right leg over my head with my left hand. 

"One sexy bar of chocolate" he yells over the deafening club music. "God, I love this bxtch!" 

 Before I could even start dancing, he makes his request to meet in the other room.

Visibly erected, he expresses with seduction and practically drooling, "You won't even lemme have a taste, shordie, I'll double what you've earned tonight?"

"You know the rules Mr. Ace" I reassure him. 

"I don't usually go for petite girls but see now, you mad pretty, you seem smart and that ass - that ass..." he says while licking his lips and slightly shaking his head. 

"..Oh stop" I chuckle while cutting him off.

Does he really think I'd want his old, tired ass especially that slimy mouth water between my legs. My grandfather looks younger than this fool. So wealthy, yet so dumb. Go home to your wife already. 

I don't have the Delilah spirit but I am capable of luring these men in.  My stares - deadly. Smiles - dreadful. Words - lethal. Body - perfect. And soul - merciless. When men like Mr. Ace come to see me, they all have one thing in common; they all are broken. They spend every single night at the club, not paying attention to their calling women at home. Just preying on these young girl's frock tails; just drinking and spending. Exactly what my type is. Make it rain baby. 

I treat these men like the patients they expose themselves to be. From begging to pay for falletio to dropping hefty stacks on lap dances; they are desperate, empty souls. I was their savior. Me denying their requests on a good day sometimes lead to therapy sessions. I rather the boring talk than to sell sex. But I always knew how to shut Mr. Ace up.

"Hand me my whip!" 

I fed Mr. Ace's masochism and pleased my sadism. 

I'd never believe how weird people are if I wasn't the one doing this. This man just real life ejaculated from seeing my chocolate half naked ass inflicting pain upon him. 

"I will always choose you. You are something special," Mr. Ace expresses with gratification as he puts on the last remaining piece of garment he had taken off.

"Just remember what I told you, you need to tell your wife" I respond. 

"Quite the saint you are", a deep voice says approaching the room immediately after Mr. Ace's departure. 

It was him. 

Felt like ages since I've touched those muscular arms and looked into his deadly eyes.

"Trust mi, I know I'm not" I say seductively turning around to face him.

He pushes up on me and insists that I tell him what that particular session was about. He lifts me unto the table and stand firmly between my legs. My heart is racing and I am sweating out of control. I know two of his men are standing outside the door but he would never hurt me at least not over something so silly.

"Relax nuh, you are always so tense" I say jokingly trying to deescalate the situation.

I've been seeing Avery for roughly four months now since I started working at the club. He is a drug dealer and that's as far as it goes. We never discuss business. In this relationship, you see and blind, hear and deaf unless you are asked then you better be on his side. I sure do know how to pick men - handsome, tall, rich and dangerous. 

And I loved every thrill of it.

"How you day gwaan Jay? A hope you nah do no f**kry enu", he asks sitting on the chair in the room.

"My feet are tired from these new shoes that you bought me", I responded.

"Love tek up weh yuh cyah manage man", he teases and laughs. "Pack up your things and come, I'm ready to leave"

"But my shift isn't over until three". I grabbed my phone to see that is was only 2:24am.

He walks up to me, takes his gun out and enlightens my ignorance. 

"This I will shoot so you won't have time to disobey me", he says as he clicks my phone screen with his gun. He then opens my legs and rubs the gun on my vagina print and says wickedly yet so calm, "This I want as soon as we are home so let's go!"

My vagina throbs.

I pack. We leave.

It must please Avery's ego when I do as he says. I just don't want to argue with him. As long as I let him feel like he's boss, there are no losses and in case no one told you, I never lose.