"Y/N, you're up," my boss said to me, as I pulled up my top.
"Thanks." I strutted out onto the stage, looking out at the crowd we had tonight.
I walked up to my pole and started dancing and swinging on it. Bills started to float in the air around me. I popped an X pill before I came out here, so I was set. Stripping wasn't really my dream job, but, shit, a job's a job. I turned around and started to twerk. I felt a hand slap my ass. I turned around. The same dude that came here every night. He was my highest payer. Popped bottles all night. Threw wads of cash my way all the time. But, tonight was different. It was twice as many 100s thrown in my direction. I winked at him and he threw more money. When my time was up, I walked backstage to undress, but my boss told me I was requested by somebody. I walked out to meet him, and it was none other than Ray. I smiled and walked into the back room with him.
•°•No Flex Zone by Rae Sremmurd•°•
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•The Mindless Imagines•
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