Chapter 9

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The guy that was throwing stacks, was a sexy little thing, I licked my lips at the sight of him. He looked like he was about 5'9, brown skin, reminded you of the celebrity Chris Brown. He told me his name was John. It was just something about him that made me interested in talking to him. I was so happy when he asked me to come in the private rooms with him. He told me that I was too pretty to be stripping and that I needed to fuck with a real nigga like him. I told him being pretty don't pay the bills, he nodded. He gave me his number and told me when I stop playing to hit him up. Due to John and a couple other ballers, I got me a hotel room for a week at comfort inn. I thank God for blessing me with that job, even though I'm stripping it's better than sleeping on the street.

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