Dont Panic (On Hold)

vignt-quatre

"My name is Shaquanda, Im 32, I have five boys as you can see, five baby daddies, I work at Walmart, I aint flexible and can only work on Tuesdays and Thursdays for three hours." A thin, woman spoke to Chris as he jotted down notes. Grabbing his coffee from Josie, she whimpered from losing the warmth on her fingers, he sipped from it then looked at the woman.

"You wanna work at my strip club?" He asked curiously.

"I am standing here for a interview, aint I?" She sassed, placing her hand onto of one of her boys heads so that they'd keep still. Chris couldn't help but be amused at this woman, like he was seriously going to hire her. There was a small beeping nose from inside of her purse.

"Uncle Chris, can I hold the coffee?" Josie asked as she sat underneath his desk. Handing her the coffee, he pointed with his index finger to the door for the woman to leave.

"Oh so you aint giving me the job cause Im black or sum'?" She asked.

"Im anything but racist, you are unprofessional, go take care of them kids." He replied as his security shuffled her out his office. In came the last woman. She sat down into the chair and waited for Chris to give her attention.

"Im Deanne." She says introducing herself, shaking hands with Chris he sent her a small smile.

"Tell me about yourself." He said flipping the page of notes, to a clean sheet.

"Im 26 years old, Im originally from Philly, I was a former stripper at Amaury's Club-" This is when Chris cuts her short.

"Get out my office." He says peacefully.

"Wait, I haven't even finished." She replied fixing her glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"And I don't care, I said get out my office. I don't allow former strippers of Amaury's to work for me-"

"Wait, what if I can show you something?" She said tugging at the small jacket she had on, suggesting she had on something seductive underneath.

"Well you know what they say, you can show better than you can tell." He whispered, a small tap on his leg reminded him Josie was in the room. "Forget it, get out my office." He stammered at her. She rolled her eyes and quickly left the room. Pulling Josie from underneath the desk she handed him his phone.

"Some lady keeps sending you stuff, every time I try finishing an episode of Monster High, a message pops up make it stop daddy." Josie said, catching the daddy part stung him.

"Baby, you know Im not your daddy. You know Im your uncle." He informed Josie as she looked a little oblivious.

"Oh yeah, sorry. Can we go home, I need a nap." She says playing around with her two pigtails.

"We can," He mumbled opening up the picture messages, there were several photos of Cy posed in seductive lingerie One picture was of her playing with herself. Turning off his phone he groaned and picked up Josie. He was glad Josie didn't open the message and actually see her own mother being a nasty hussie.

He gathered up his briefcase that held his mac and held onto Josie's hand as they exited the club. He was tired of Cy trying to throw herself at him, it just made him more tempted. Cy was currently in California trying out for small acting roles that Chris helped her get known for.

Celeste looked at her ombre locks that were scattered on the floor. Still crying over them, she couldn't help but to feel ashamed. She didnt know whether she was raped or not last night. The pill made everything a numb and a visual blur. What she did know, was that he had cut her hair right to her shoulders. But why did he do that? She wondered. He left her in a room for the entire day, tied to the bed by her legs. However, he did leave her some snacks and a water because he didn't want to be too cruel.