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  “Wait, can we talk. I’m just trying to get an understanding.”

  “Not right now. Too much has happened. I need to recuperate. I need to get focused for work and I know you have things to do.”

  The whole time he got dressed he didn’t look at me. It was almost as if I wasn’t there.

  “I’ll call you later.”

  “Will you come by maybe after I get off work?” Now I was begging like a damn dog. I wanted to slap myself.

  “Ummm.. maybe. Bye and thanks.” He kissed me on my forehead and disappeared from my room.

  The front door closing behind him signaled that I was now alone. No Sydney to talk to, no Daniel to call. Just a wet ass, dirty sheets, and hurt feelings. Me, the one that was always hard was left alone. Not sure why but the tears streamed down my face when I glanced at the nightstand. The money was wrapped tight with a rubber band. The money I told him I didn’t want but I desperately needed.

  “Maybe I am a whore,” I told myself.

  There was no one there to say that I wasn’t and the evidence of a whore was all over my room, bed, and body. How could someone with money feel so cheap?

  The Awakening

  Sydney

  “I’M TIRED OF THIS SHIT,” I screamed to the inside of my car. “Everyone expectations of me is getting on my last nerve.”

  I was on my way to work and my day had went every way except the way I intended it to go.

  “Oh, Syd. Sit up straight, do this, do that,” I mocked the decaying old women at my Dad’s church. “Sydney I’m going to tell your parents.”

  The slightest indiscretion as a child was met with excessive criticism. For some reason the profession my Father chose became a death sentence for me. My thoughts had to be a certain way. My clothes had to match the approval of not only my father but the rest of the church community.

  I drove fast, weaving in and out of lanes thinking of how those old bitches ridiculed me for years.

  “I’m fucking sick of people telling me what to do, how to be.” I screamed to the interior of my car.

  I pulled into the lot of Club Fantasy so fast that people walking into the club jumped out of the way in fear that they would get ran over. They had every reason to, I would have ran over anything and anyone the way I was feeling. I threw the car into park but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t get out of the car like this.

  “Deep breaths Syd,” I told myself as I looked into my eyes through my visor mirror.

  “This is business. Forget about everything that happened today.” I momentarily drifted back to my Mother’s face and her words as she cried while I drove her home. The tears formed in my eyes thinking of how sad she looked.

  “FUCK FUCK...Stop it,” I wanted to smack myself but I had already done my makeup. “Wake the fuck up. This is what you must do.”

  Since earlier I went over and over my life. How to get myself and my mother out of this situation. Maybe you should quit while you’re ahead, get a real job, I thought to myself. I answered hell no to that suggestion from my conscience. How could I go back to making low hourly wages after what I made last night?

  Mark 8:36, ‘And what do you benefit if you gain the whole world but lose your own soul?’ My mind was deep in the Bible today.

  “I SAVE MY MOTHER’S LIFE DAMMIT,” I couldn’t hold off the tears. They came hard, smearing my mascara and ran down my foundation laden face.

  I grabbed my purse grabbing a napkin and dabbing at my eyes. There was no other choice. I would have to repent for this later. Tonight I had bills to pay and this was the best choice I had.

  Knocks on my passenger side window scared the shit out of me. Before I could respond my passenger door opened.

  “Syd what the hell are you doing in here.” It was Lauren. I avoided her all evening but now I was face to face with her.

  “Nothing just about to get out,” I said flicking the visor back into place.

  “Have you been crying?” My red eyes and smeared makeup betrayed me. I shook my head no in a lie.

  “I wanted to apologize for earlier….” She talked but I didn’t hear her.

  I didn’t give a shit about her excuses. I was tired of everyone’s excuses. Taken advantage of little old Syd.

  “You hear me Syd?”

  “Lauren,” I said turning and looking her in her eyes. I needed her to hear me clearly. “None of that matters. Right now I don’t care about anything or anyone. I just want to get to work.”

  Her mouth hung open as if she had something to say but no words came out. Usually Lauren had a rebuttal for everything. I opened my door and started to get out but she grabbed my arm.

  “Syd...I mean, we're good right?” Lauren was my best friend but my irritation included her too.

  “I’m good just focused. This is a business remember.” I reminded her of the words she bestowed on me barely 24 hours ago.

  “Yes but...” I quickly cut her off.

  “Lets go then.”

  Snatching my arm from her grasp I got out of the car and grabbed my bag from the back seat. She finally got out. Her face was filled with confusion. Knowing her she probably sensed that something was wrong but right now wasn’t the time for me to explain. I was at work. We were at Club Fantasy, but this was now my office building. Walking into the club past the long lines of thirsty customers who whistled and called for Lauren by her stage name, it was time to clock in.

  “Full house tonight ladies,” said one of the security guards that opened the door for us.

  He wasn’t lying. Walking through the club to the locker room, which was now my break room, was like finding your way through a maze. We finally made it to the back and the girls were going wild. I now called them my co-workers.

  “Get your asses on stage,” Carl said screaming at random girls ushering them on stage.

  “Hey new girl. You’re going on the main stage tonight,” He said to me. I only nodded and went to an empty locker to start getting ready.

  “Umm she’s not ready for that…” Lauren tried to object but I threw a hand up to stop her.

  “I’m good L.”

  “But you are still new…”

  “What did I say in the car?” I reminded her. Carl watched looking a little confused.

  “Are you going on or not?” I nodded yes to him.

  “Good. You got fifteen minutes.” With that he made a note on the clipboard he was holding and turned his attention to another girl.

  I opened my bag looking at my work uniform. I grabbed something special for tonight after I dropped my Mom off. I felt more like a superhero. I saved the day but I had to conceal my true identity. Like Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne, Sydney wouldn’t get the credit she was due, but Syd Vicious could do what she wanted and get the acclaim. My alter ego was now coming alive and it will start tonight.

  I peeled off my clothes, but I felt eyes on me. It wasn’t Lauren. She was too busy shaking her head and fussing under her breath. I turned around and saw her. Donita with the biggest smile on her face looking my way.

  You should go knock that bitch out. My conscience even agreed that she needed to be taught a lesson. But right now wasn’t the time. She obviously liked to see me upset. Instead I gave her a stiff middle finger and turned back around to get dressed.

  I saw Lauren through my peripheral as I grabbed my outfit from my bag. She was looking back and forth between me and that bitch.

  “You cool Syd…I mean. Are you really cool?”

  “As cool as can be,” I told her as I took off my sweat pants and pulled my panties off and sliding on my black boy shorts.

  “I don’t have time to be fucked up about anything,” I told her. I now had ten minutes to focus my mind and go out on the main stage.

  Sydney would have been nervous but when I stepped inside this place I was Syd Vicious. Just like when Clark Kent got in the phone booth or when Bruce walked down to the Bat cave; I was just like them. I left all my problems, issues, and fears in the car. In here, my workplac
e, it was all business from now on.

  Coming to the Stage

  Lauren

  “ALRIGHT EVERYBODY. I GOT SOMEBODY NEW FOR YA. PUT YOUR DAMN HANDS TOGETHER FOR SYD VICIOUSSSSSS.” The DJ screamed and started playing a new song I’m sure that Syd hand selected.

  The curtains opened with Syd dressed in black. From her heels that laced up her legs, the boy shorts that showed just enough ass to get these horny fucks excited, to a bikini top that allowed her breast to overflow. But she also had a new addition. A black cape.

  Me and Adrien watched from backstage behind the curtains but I wish I would have went out into the crowd to see the show.

  “What the fuck is up with that cape?” Adrien asked from beside me.

  We were shoulder to shoulder but she still had to scream over the music. I shrugged at her question as I had no idea what she was doing. All I could do was pray she didn’t trip over it as she marched out onto the stage.

  Her face was stone with focus. She went right to the pole twirling around with her cape flying behind her. Her moves were pretty good for someone new. She mimicked some of the moves I practiced at home on my makeshift pole that I sometimes bolted to the ceiling.

  The money flew, that was always a good thing. She climbed down slowly from the pole still swaying to the music.

  “It’s like she’s in a trance,” Adrien said the same thing I was thinking.

  Syd was all business today. Taking off her cape and spinning it in the air before she let it go allowing it to soar through the air and landing on the back of the stage.

  Everything was going well, better than I expected for Syd being new to the stage. I scanned through the crowd to see their reaction and all the eyes in the club were on her except a familiar face.

  In the back I saw him. But he nor his guest were paying attention to the show. Extraordinaire was drinking out of a glass laughing it up with some girl. She was dressed in regular street clothes so I knew she wasn’t a dancer.

  Why would he bring a bitch to my job. The questions started swirling through my head as I watched him whisper something in her ear. She laughed and sipped some colorful drink in a tall glass.

  “OH SHIT!” Adrien screamed from behind me bringing me back to Syd’s show.

  I turn away for a second and all hell had broken loose. Everyone was on their feet except Syd and her stage prop, some guy from the audience. I couldn’t tell what he looked like as his face was covered with Syd’s pussy. She drowned him grinding hard on his face. She held his hands down on the floor as she did it. The money still flew, more like rained from people’s hands.

  She let him up for air after a long minute that felt like a year. But that wasn’t the end of it. As he got up she slapped him across the face, like a pimp to a hoe.

  “SHIT,” Adrien screamed.

  Syd pointed to the floor making the guy get down on his knees. She lifted her leg up over his shoulder smushing her pussy in his face once again. She always had the flexibility of a gymnast. She held his head pushing him down further.

  “What the fuck is your friend doing?” Carl appeared beside us.

  “Carl, ummm she’s just having a bad day,” I tried to cover up for Syd as she had now pushed the guy back away from her. She unlaced her bikini top and swung it around her head as the crowd chanted, whistled and hollered.

  “I haven’t seen them this rowdy in a long time. Shit!” Carl smiled and I could swear I saw dollar signs in his eyes.

  Syd retrieved her cape from the back of the stage, swinging it around and then placing it back around her neck. She put her hands on her hips looking through the crowd as if she dared another participant to come forth. The other guy was still on the stage with a huge smile.

  “GIVE IT UP FOR SYD FUCKING VICIOUS,” The DJ said ending the music.

  The stage was filled with money. So much so that one of the bouncers was now sweeping it into a white garbage bag.

  “Lightning, that Bitch is the truth,” Carl nodded happier than a damn pimp when the hoes come in with a boatload of money.

  Syd still wore a frown as she picked up her money. No reaction on her face just the stone look of a killer.

  “Fuck girl. What the hell got into her,” Adrien’s face mirrored the shock that I felt.

  I had no words for her. I was now scanning the back of the club for Extraordinaire. I found him by the door, hand and hand with the bitch from before.

  He slapped her on the ass and put his hand around her shoulder. No telling how long they had been there but it looked like they were leaving.

  I sprinted from behind the stage, or as fast as someone can in heels as high as I had on. Squeezing through the crowd I tapped on his shoulder before he was able to make it out the door.

  “Hey, what’s going on?” I screamed over the next song that was now blasting through the club.

  He and his friend turned around. He looked at me as if he didn’t know me, like I was another bitch in the club.

  “We good shorty. I don’t want a dance,” he dismissed me turning back around.

  His friend laughing as she looked me up and down as she turned around too.

  “Oh you don’t want a dance now Collin?” I asked over the music.

  “Who’s Collin?” The bitch on his arm asked laughing.

  “I don’t know baby. She’s confused. You know how these stripper hoes are.”

  The music was loud but I heard him as if there weren’t a sound in the room. I couldn’t move. My feet were stuck to the floor and my mouth was glued shut. It was the same face, body, and voice of the man I had fucked all day in my bed. I wanted to say something, call after him, curse him out. But he walked out of the club not even giving me a second look.

  What did she mean who was Collin? That was his name or Extraordinaire, whichever one. That’s when it hit me. Anybody can make a business card, you can put whatever you like on it. Its not like he showed me an I.D.

  Suddenly I felt sick, confused, and most of all stupid. A slap to my ass woke me up. I turned around to see the last bitch in the world that anyone would want to see when they get embarrassed like I just did.

  Donita, laughing like she had seen a comedy show, “Awww you okay poor Lightning. Looks like the storm is over. Why don’t you let me do you like I did your friend? You know I didn’t get to finish what we started way back.”

  How could a person be so evil, and of course she saw the whole thing. I should have done this to Collin, Extrordinaire or whatever his damn name was. He was now gone probably leaving the parking lot by now. But since Donita was here, there was no better time than the present.

  Quicker than lightning could strike I slapped her as hard as I could. She stumbled back but I didn’t stop there. I stumbled with her but my hands kept moving. Punching and slapping at her until I felt someone grab me off.

  “What the hell is going on over here?” Carl appeared but I couldn’t answer him. I was too mad to speak.

  “That bitch attacked me,” Donita was struggling to get free from someone’s arms as they held her back. “That bitch is crazy.”

  The music stopped as people crowded around looking back and forth from me to stupid ass Donita. She didn’t look like Sugar and Spice now, her mouth bleeding, hair frazzled and makeup smeared.

  “She’s always fucking with me,” I managed to say to Carl. I was breathing hard like I ran a mile. “And she’s fucking with Syd too.”

  Carl turned swiftly to Donita when I said that. He didn’t give a fuck about us but he cared about the money. After Syd’s show I could tell what was coming. All I had to do was say the word. I should have pressed the issue a long time ago. I could see Carl doing a quick calculation in his head as people watched.

  “You’re fired,” he chanted those piercing words to Donita. “Get her the fuck out of here.”

  With that it was over. Donita kicked and screamed as the bouncer led her to the back. The music resuming as I was let go. Even Though she deserved it, I had hit the wrong person.
I should have done that to Collin or whoever his name was.

  “Come on to the back and get cleaned up,” Carl said holding me up. “Gotta protect my investment.”

  Carl walked me through the crowd with one of the muscle bound bouncers. I went from being a stripper hoe to an investment in the matter of fifteen minutes.

  Where there is Smoke…

  Donita

  “Fuck you Carl I was gonna quit anyway,” I screamed at him but he wasn’t there.

  All the bitches looked as they walked me to the door. They at least let me put my clothes on before they walked me out. I cursed everybody out that I could think of. Especially that bitch Lightning. Her and her piece of shit friend. I damn near ran to my car. I didn’t want to be anywhere near Club Fantasy.

  “FUCK YALL,” I screamed getting into my car. Pressing my foot down on the gas I raced for home.

  I felt my face puffing as I drove. That’s what really pissed me off. Getting expelled from the Club didn’t make me mad. I made more money with my clients than with the club anyway. If I wanted to keep my clients I would have to get some ice on my face fast. I pushed my foot damn near to the floor whipping in and out of lanes trying to make it home. Sirens passed me as I tried to get to my street. I didn’t pay attention until I smelled the smoke. I tried to turn on my street but it was blocked off. Police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances filled the street.

  I could see the flames from down the street. My house was engulfed in fire with water shooting onto it. I jumped from the car, leaving it running and the door open as I tried to get closer making my way through the crowd, “SEBASTIAN” I screamed his name over and over as I got closer. My heart was gone, it had beaten its way out of my chest and was laying on the sidewalk.

  “Hold on ma’am,” one police officer grabbed me before I could get too close.

  “My roommate and my son are inside,” but before I could get the words out I heard Sebastian call after me.