Impossible Is Nothing (An Iggy Azalea/Eminem Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: Work

Impossible Is Nothing (An Iggy Azalea/Eminem Fan Fiction)

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Summer of 1995, June

Brittany's P.O.V.

"Big Poppa" by The Notorious B.I.G. was my song which played overhead by the DJ.

Wearing my favourite booty shorts, sexy top piece, and famous Louboutins, I made my grand entrance in front of the guests at The Penthouse Club. I heard claps and whistles as I strutted across the stage, blowing kisses out to the men. I got to the pole and began doing my thing. Wrapping my legs around, climbing up, sliding down. Bending back, bending over. Swaying my hips, sending winks out, singles thrown at me.

This was my job. It wasn't that I chose things to be this way; being a stripper was the last thing I had on my mind on becoming. But money was good here in this area. And I needed that.

It'd been a tough life: family struggles, money problems, relationship issues, you name it. I had a dream I wanted to pursue. I didn't grow up here in Detroit; I moved here when I was 16 years old from Portage, Michigan. I told my parents I was going on holiday here, but never returned home. I met one of my friends Susan (she's one of the strippers) through mutual friends and stayed with her for a few years at first in Detroit. Once I earned enough money doing cleaning jobs at first (having to drop out of high school in order to do that), I got my nice apartment all by myself. And at 21, here I was: a stripper now, working at a strip club on West 8 Mile Road.

I enjoyed it here. It's wasn't like I couldn't stand my job. It's been fun a lot of the time. And, like I said, the pay is great here. I make nearly one grand a week. I was planning on saving up; I didn't want to do this for the rest of my life. But the good thing is that the people here like me. All my girls, my some bosses, and the customers. I'm happy.

Eventually what I plan to do is move to Miami, Florida. Something about that place had always attracted me to it. Kind of like the city of your dreams you always want to end up moving to—that's what it was like to me. I didn't know which path I wanted to go down career-wise but once I save up enough of my money doing this, I plan to go to school down there and start my life anew. I couldn't wait. Nothing's going to get in my way—nothing better not, at least.

The song came to an end. I let more men toss dollars at me, stuff them down my bra, pretty much whatever they wanted. Another song shortly started back up. More girls joined me, including Susan, who gave me a wink as she came out. I gave her one back, going right back into what I was doing before.

It was only 10 P.M. Dance a little more, entertain the guests, walk around, do offers, break, do some more dancing, that's what the rest of the night was going to be like for me.

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Marshall's P.O.V.

"Something's on your mind. What is it? What's the matter?"

Proof was asking me these questions as we were sitting around watching TV at his place. I just looked over at him, giving him the weirdest fucking look. "What the hell are you talking about? Nothing, man!"

"It don't look like nothing's wrong," Proof wouldn't quit. "I know when something's up. We're here sitting around bored out of our minds on a Saturday night. It's getting you out of your zone. We need to get out. You got to go find yourself a girl."

I just gawked at him. "Fuck that."

Proof laughed. "You say that every time I bring it up. For real, you do."