She's a stripper trying to make it in the fashion world...will she have enough creditably behind her name to actually make a name? All while trying to remain independent, and be a submissive to an overprotective, high maintenance dominant? Find out...
"Excuse me" I say with a puzzled look. "Your book...are you healing"..."Oh right the...the book, um no I'm personally not, just trying to be more in tune with myself I suppose."
"Alesa" Terry shouts alerting me that my order is ready. I suddenly snap out of my trance and turn from the man. I was relieved she called my name when she did. I had a feeling he was trying to start a conversation, and I didn't have the time chile.
I grab my tea and leave the Starbucks, not taking another look at that man. He didn't need to see me. Hopefully he wasn't there tomorrow.
I made my way to the subway and sat to read. I popped in my AirPods and played some binaural beats to clear my mind. This isn't the ideal place for meditating, but it's the best I can do when I'm constantly on the go. It takes me about 40 minutes to reach my school. When it's my stop I get off and head to class.
I arrive on campus at 8:40 and head to my first class. Then to my next...then to the last... finally the in class work was over. But I stay on campus to head to the library for about two hours to study and get my work done. By now it's around 1 p.m. and I have my maintenance I have to do before tonight.
I head to the nail shop down the block from the university, I get my nails and toes done
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Then I head about two more blocks north to get my lashes filled. By now it's about 4 and I start to head back home. I hate the rush of the subway. It's so crammed and sweaty. "I really should just cave and start driving my car to school" I speak to myself as I scan my subway card. But for me driving to school would be more expensive, since you have to pay for parking. The subway was just more convenient...sometimes.
I finally arrive home and plop on the couch. But I remembered I have to finish my outfit for tonight. I try to make all of my own outfits for myself, I want to be original. And it's always an excuse to not let my sewing and bedazzling skills never go to waste. I take pride in my talents. Like my mom says. If you've got it "flaunntttt ittttt honey."
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My outfit was definitely inspired by Beyoncé's in the Partition video. I loved it. If it's one thing about Beyoncé, she's going to bring you sex appeal period.
So I was putting the finishing touches onto my outfit and I tried it on...I looked in the mirror and "BITCHHHHHHHH wow I. 👏🏾Did. 👏🏾That.👏🏾" I was feeling myself to say the least.
Mentally and physically I was. I was so proud I snapped pictures of me in it, and out of it. a Then I finally decided to practice a new pole/dance routine. An outfit like this deserved something new.
I was doing all sorts of tricks, and flips, and new moves I've never tried for a crowd. I was excited. I was going all the way out with this one, and I was ready. I felt powerful and embodied sexiness. Which is how I should always feel. Not ashamed to own my sexuality, and be my own sexual fantasy for myself. But I was going too and I was. After I was finished I packed my bag I didn't want to distract from my costume so I put my basic heels in the bag.
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I packed my comfy clothes into my duffle for after work and I was off I loaded up my car and began driving. For about 30 minutes I listened to my "stripper moves" playlist. To hype myself and get into the mood. "Tonight is going to be a good night"
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A/N how are y'all liking this story so far???? Lmk I appreciate comments I want to hear it all baby! Thanks for reading. Just don't be mean👾
