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Not being called back by Monica really had bummed Camille out. She was down to her last five thousand dollars which would probably go to waste in the next three weeks. Having two infants only meant twice as much diapers, wipes and baby detergent being used like a roll of toilet tissue being used inside of a seven people household. Her make up looks did get over a million likes, but nobody never wrote her about that either. It just felt as if life wanted Camille to just fall apart and struggle with her girls. But instead of falling down to her kneels and letting life get the best of her, Camille made a plan. A six million dollar plan, that would set her and her girls straight until she was able to get those degrees that everyone was expecting from her. "Bitch I can't believe you're doing this. What happened to all of that shit you was talking just a few weeks ago?" Itali smirked as they stood inside of the infamous pink painted four wall room. Camille stripped out of her black Nike track pants before folding them up and placing them inside of her duffel bag. "Well my girls and I need that money more than I thought we did and wasn't ready to just sit on my ass and collect welfare." Camille simply shrugged as she slipped out of her pullover hoodie which only covered her sports bra as it held up her breast. "Hm okay and how long do you plan on doing this? You know the streets are going to talk." Itali smirked as she gotten undressed as well. Camille shrugged and rolled her eyes. "Let them, unless they're planning to take care of my kids and I? Then I don't see anyone's opinion mattering." Camille shrugged pulling out her Pretty Little Thing Neon pink V wired jewel bikini top and jeweled covered thong and her neon pink ballet lace up heels. "Oh you're popping the fuck out tonight huh bitch?!" Itali shouted catching everyone's attention who stood inside of the locker room getting themselves prepped for tonight as well. "Who's that It?" This chocolate skinned toned girl ask as she sat in front of the vanity dabbing herself with body glitter. "Who's that?! Oh you're going to see. Just give her the main stage, that's all I'm going to say! My bitch is back and better!! Ass fatter than ever!!" Itali cheered while clapping her hands. Camille only laughed as she slipped into her shimmery mini skirt, that was one of her props for tonight. "You're going to make these bitches hate me up in here, damn I don't see nobody we knew.....Where the hell did they go?" Camille asked as she coated her lips in Shine Shot gloss then pulled off her head scarf as it kept her neatly slicked ponytail in place. She had got it done by one of the upcoming hairstylist around her neighborhood making sure to use the twenty six inch black Peruvian straight bundle to cascade down her back. She needed those stripper inches back in her life. "They're not dumb. Yes they could hate, but not near one of these bitches are dumb enough to touch you and everybody went their separate ways once you left. It's like all of the hood rich niggas stopped coming once you left and ummm those bitches weren't making any money." Itali explained as she dressed in the matching fuchsia double tie bikinis like all of the bartenders and bottle service girls. "It we need you!!" Joshua shouted as he opened up the girls locker room with his eyes shielded. He always done that as a joke saying he was respecting the girls privacy. "Welcome back, boo." Itali smirked before walking out of the locker room and into the club space. Camille smiled before standing back up and closing her locker then walked over to the vanity mirror, to give herself one good last look. "Are you nervous?" The same chocolate girl smiled as she made sure to raise her blue shorts so high until it looked as if she was wearing panties. Camille looked her way before smiling lightly. She must be one of those Isabelle's again, Camille thought to herself thinking of her first night and how helpful Isabelle was to her. "No I've been here before, but had to take a little break." Camille simply explained. She didn't want or needed to make any extra friends, so she was going to keep everything plain and simple with everyone. "Seems that way, Joshua's ass damn near licked the main stage for you. You used to fuck with him as well?" Chocolate smirked causing Camille to scrunch up her face and looked the girl's way. "Ew no! That's like my fucking brother, you could have him though." Camille laughed as she stood to her feet and purposely switched her way out of the locker room. "Damn look at your fine ass, them babies definitely helped you get thick!" Joshua shouted as he stood by the exit, he was definitely waiting on Camille. He missed everything about her, from the way she dressed, talked, smiled, danced and seduced people; Camille was his favorite and if she wasn't a stripper he would've been tried pursuing in their relationship. "Whatever, don't get yourself in trouble by Ms. Chocolate back there." Camille laughed knowing that Joshua was fucking all on Chocolate. It only made sense as to why she was asking about his and her relationship, but there was none. Just a boss and a employee relationship. That's all. "What? What you mean? Nelly running her shit?" Joshua smiled as he stared down at Camille's now thicker body and her glowing face, he couldn't help but to stare even longer and harder. "Nelly is her name? She's cute and a keeper." Camille teased tapping on the side of Joshua's face then walked off. Calboy's Chariot blasted off the walls as everyone danced, smoked on hookah and tipped the strippers, Camille smiled. She missed the blended raunchy smell and the crisp smell of fresh dollars being thrown into the air. "Come here gorgeous!! I know your fine ass is going to dance for me and my niggas!!" She could hear a guy yell, but Camille decided to keep walking. Being that tonight was her first night back, Camille wanted to make as much money as possible and personal dances never made her as much as the main stage did. She climbed up onto the stage receiving loud cheers causing her to laugh and grab a hold of the pink satin colored pole. Camille bent over and began to clap her butt to the beat making the crowd grow even crazier which only gave Camille motivation to dance even freakier. She started to go lower and lower until she was into a low squatting position still being able to move her ass as if she was standing up. "Welcome back Icy! Welcome back baby girl!!" DJ Doug shouted as he spotted his home girl on the main stage killing shit. Before there was a Isabelle and Camille, there definitely was a Doug and Icy. But being that Isabelle was a female, Camille decided to build a better and stronger bond between the two. It was supposed to be a female instinct, but boy was she wrong. Camille danced until her feet hurt and when they did, she decided to help Itali serve out the drinks. "How's everything going so far?" Itali asked already knowing that her girl was out there killing shit for three hours straight. This was the hour last call on drinks and like old times, Camille always made sure to make her way down to the bar to help her friend out. Usually she would be filling herself up with all different kinds of liquor but now that she was breastfeeding, Camille only sipped on water. "It was cool, a bitch back is definitely going to hurt in the morning." Camille joked making Itali laugh and nod her head in agreement. "I seen you throwing that shit all around the room, what's good with Joshua though?" Itali smirked filling up the shot of Hennessy then handed it over to the gawking guy. But Itali wasn't sweating not one of these guys that came up inside of Candles. They were all pretenders, starting with Antonio. The only thing is that he really had the money that he broadcasted inside of the club. "He's all following me around and shit right? He needs to stop playing and start talking about those drop offs again. The fuck?" Camille frowned with a eye roll. She brought in some money tonight, but she needed to bring in extra for her girls. They deserved more than money, they deserved the bank and their mother was planning to give it to them. "Dead ass, but he's being a fucking peeping Tom. Look at his dumb ass." Itali cackled causing Camille to look over in his direction and laugh uncontrollably. "He's being weird, I'm not even going to trip over that. That Nelly girl is fucking him right?" Camille smirked handing out three bottles of water and collected the twenty dollar bill. "Hmmm I guess so, she's acting as if she's his bottom bitch and this isn't even prostitution." Itali smirked with a eye roll. She wasn't a fan of the new dancers and couldn't be more happy that her girl was back to take these bitches money and spots. "I knew it and by the way her ass was acting up inside of that locker room told it all." Camille laughed handing out a couple of more bottles of waters. That's what mostly sold at the end of the night as people tried sobering themselves up with ice cold water. Sometimes it worked, most times it didn't.
