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  “Do what you gotta do Blu. Whatever it takes baby.” Momma’s voice found me here at work. Whenever I was pissed off, she always came to give me a word to keep me calm. Bitches like Syd came a dime a dozen and at every strip club there was always a hater. I brushed it off as I counted my money and thought of my Momma.

  Momma probably wouldn’t approve of my lifestyle given that it killed her, drove my aunt to drugs, and broke the hearts of my brothers but it was the only life I knew. Working at a restaurant wasn’t going to help me pay my brother’s tuition. So just like Momma taught me, I stripped in order to survive for my family.

  A knock on the door and then a turn of the knob revealed the prettiest site I’ve ever seen. Clear plastic bags filled with money... my money.

  “Here you go Blu.” the security carried my bags in with his overgrown muscles and tight black shirt with Security printed on the front.

  “Thank you sir.” he piled the two bags on the desk like groceries. I peeled out a few bills from the bag and handed it to him.

  “Anytime Ms. Lady.” he winked and left me alone to handle my business. Now it was just me, the blow dryer and the money counter, my personal tricks of the trade.

  I sifted through the bag, pulling out money laying it flat on the desk under a huge phone book. I dried the wet bills until Carl busted in.

  “I need your help Blu.” I smiled at that. My mom’s old club owner needed my help. To him I was just another stripper but I chose Club Fantasy for very particular reasons.

  “What can I do for you?” sitting behind his desk in his office asking him what I could help him with, little did he know it I was going to own this place when I was through. But I put on a fake smile for him looking eager to help him.

  “Vicious is going on a fucking vacation.” I wasn’t surprised. I was sure my ass intimidated her. The older strippers always got scared when I came around.

  “Aww what’s wrong. Did I run one of your girl’s away.” my laugh filled the room as I turned back on the blow dryer to dry another bill. He rubbed his beard looking at me, my tits sat up perky and I knew nothing could be sexier than watching me count money. Turning off the blow dryer, I allowed him to finish as he sat down in one of the leather chairs facing his desk.

  “Naw, you see she is still fresh. Only a year and a half in. She is in school or some shit.” He laughed but I could tell he was lying. In our game, everybody was going to school like it wasn't enough to climb poles for a living. “I need a fill in for the room but I need you to train her.” My ears perked up at that. Train was just another way to mold a bitch to be my workhorse.

  “Sure Daddy, I can do that with no problem.” I smiled as I continued counting. It was getting easier and easier to be here at Club Fantasy. They told me I was making a mistake leaving Club Stable to come over here, they were dead wrong. No one knew my motives or my plan, not even wide nosed Carl. He was so pussy hungry, he couldn’t see what I was doing if I painted a billboard neon pink and put it in his bedroom.

  “That’s my girl. Let me go get her and we can get started tonight.” I wanted to clap as he retreated, still my fingers moved counting my money. There was nothing that would stop me from counting money, not Carl or this new bitch that he was bringing my way. Before it is all over, Club Fantasy will be mine and every bitch in here will bow at my feet. This is for my Momma, her legacy, my family, and all the shit we have been through.

  “I’m one step closer Momma. You told me to do anything for my family. I won’t stop until I get that bitch back and you are sitting on top of the world.” I told my momma, hoping my voice could reach heaven. I felt so strongly about this, and as God as my witness, I meant every word.

  Club Fantasy would soon be the Jewel Box. It was only a matter of time.

  *****

  Tori

  It came down to this. I either strip or go broke, and there was no way I was letting my kids go without. This decision had me inside the musky dungeon-like locker room of Club Fantasy staring at the lone picture of my kids that was taped in my locker. My two little girls who were still in pigtails and playing with dolls needed this money or we would never be back together.

  Weeks ago I made the decision to let them temporarily live with their father but it felt like I was giving them up for adoption. Like a prisoner walking slowly to the electric chair, I carried the girl’s bags up Mel’s steps to carry out my sentence of humiliation. All of this meant that I couldn’t take care of my kids. No mother ever wants to come to that realization.

  “Why can’t we stay with you Mommy?” asked my three year old with her wide eyes so innocent and full of tears.

  “Mommy has to work crazy hours baby. You stay with Daddy so he can get you to school.” The truth was our power was out, a hazard of my low paying job. Mel, a relationship that went sour years ago, was overjoyed to have them. Yet, the look he gave me said he rather spit on me than smile.

  My oldest child, only six, saw it as an adventure. She was more of a Daddy’s girl anyway but like any adventure there had to be an end date.

  “But you will be back to get us right Mommy?” Her smile stretched across her face as she held her small big girl backpack.

  “Of course. Just a few weeks.” My ex coughed as he hovered over us in the doorway. “Alright girls, Samantha has dinner cooking. Go ahead and put your stuff in your rooms and get cleaned up.” He and Samantha were recently married, which didn’t bother me but when she came in the picture, he stopped being cordial.

  “I want to thank you for doing this.” I told him but his frown and a slam to the door spoke volumes. I needed to get my babies back before he tried to make this permanent.

  I shooed the thoughts from my mind as I slammed the locker shut. It was time for me to do this before I thought too much, started crying, and went home.

  Girls filed in and out of the locker room like soldiers, but instead of fatigues, these girls wore colorful ensembles that barely covered their nether regions. I tried to be risqué, but jeans with holes and slashes in them and rainbow colored suspenders over a white tube top was the best I could do. The most shocking part of my wardrobe was that I didn’t have any panties on.

  To me this was daring and something I would never wear out of the house but from the looks of the girls that walked past me, I was a librarian compared to them.

  “You ready to go on?” I twirled around to meet the voice from behind me. It was my new boss Carl and he looked just as happy to see me as Mel did the day I dropped the girls off.

  “Yep, I’m ready.” I smiled; a swarm of butterflies flew around my stomach causing me to squirm. I prayed that my training from a few pole dance classes and videos on the Internet could get me through the night.

  “C’mon, there is someone I want you to meet first.” he turned walking away, his leather shoes scuffing the floor. He moved so fast as if he didn’t care about me following him. I damn near had to run to catch up with him, moving as fast as the clear plastic heels would carry me.

  We turned in some back hallways and finally he opened the door to his office. He allowed me to walk in first, inside I felt like I was in heaven as money was everywhere like we were in a vault instead of an office.

  Cash was everywhere on the desk and on the floor, spilling out of a bag and behind it all was this beautiful goddess with bright hair of various colors like a bag of skittles.

  Seeing all this money at one time was like graduating and going to stripper heaven on my first day of the job.

  “Blu this is Tori,” introduced Carl. I smiled and waved as if we were at some kind of meet and greet. She smiled back and waved a handful of money at me.

  “It’s nice to meet you sweetie.” She smiled but I could see her mouth moving as she peeled the bill through her hands. She was busy counting the dollars.

  “This is the girl I was telling you about. She needs some help.” I felt embarrassed. Looking down at my feet I felt like I had been called to the principal's office.

  Tiltin
g her head sideways over the mound of money she evaluated me to the point I felt like she was undressing me with her eyes. Snapping a rubber band over a stack of bills, she stood up, and that’s when I saw it.

  A mountain of ass poking out of her black boy shorts. I felt embarrassed for her as she jiggled around the desk to me but if she made money like this from dressing in skintight clothes, then so be it.

  “Have you danced before sweetie?” She flung her hair behind her back as she looked me over. I shook my head no afraid to speak at this point. Being in front of such a beauty made my stomach churn.

  “I can see. Carl, get me some scissors please.” Carl jumped, his alligator shoes shuffling on the floor as he leaped to his desk. She walked around me, the sound of her heels clicking on the floor as she took steps. Carl fumbled around a drawer and handed her the scissors.

  “Now I have one question for you.” She was back in front of me and staring deep into my eyes. “Do you want to be a penny hustler or do you want to be a paid bitch like me.” She pointed to the money that cascaded through the office. She walked back behind the desk showing me two other bags of money.

  “You see all this? I made it tonight.” I gasped at that. I didn’t know how much money was there but it was more than I made in a year flipping burgers at my old job.

  “I want to make money like that. I mean... I need that for my kids.” I got choked up. I felt the tears welling in my eyes and I tried to breath but my throat felt swollen.

  “I don’t know if I can do this.” I finally said, head down and tears running down my face.

  “Aww sweetie. You can do anything. Look at me.” She pointed to herself, the light bouncing off the small crystals that covered her fingernails.

  “I was like you, new in the game with no direction. We all have to start somewhere.” With that, she bent down and started chopping away at my jeans. I closed my eyes, hand over my mouth as I felt her cutting high up on my leg pressing the scissors against my ass cheeks.

  “Now I have some things that you need to remember.” She said as she continued cutting my other leg.

  “Get your money first, not last.” I wrote all of this down in my memory bank listening to her every word.

  “Don’t ever ask a customer if he wants a dance. Do something different, something he can’t say no to.” She stood back up.

  “If you ask, “Can I have a lap dance?” it’s like begging.” she poked her lip out and held out her hand.

  “But if you say: “Let me put this pussy on your dick” there isn’t a man that walks through those doors that will say no.” Carl laughed at that and so did I but Blu was serious as cancer.

  “If he does say no to that he’s either gay or doesn’t have any money and in those cases he doesn’t need to be here anyway.”

  “Amen!” shouted Carl as if he were in a pew of a church.

  She looked down at my shoes. “What size shoe do you wear?”

  “An 8.” I said feeling self-conscious. These shoes were all that I had in my closet; I couldn’t afford new ones. She slipped off her shoes and pushed them to me.

  “Close enough. Put mine on. Those cheap shits you have make you look like a streetwalker.”

  She wiggled over to a bag and pulled out a new pair of shoes.

  “You can have those. Now what is your name going to be?” That I hadn’t given much thought. Everything I came up with didn’t fit.

  “I’m not sure.” I shrugged as I took off my shoes and squeezed into hers. Turning towards the mirror, I saw my ass was hanging out up to mid ass cheek I closed my eyes and prayed away the fright of walking around naked.

  “I was gonna say let’s call her Lollipop.” Carl gave his two cents from behind me.

  “Nah. I don’t like it. Let’s call her Toy. That fat ass looks like a toy. Is it natural?” I was shocked at her question.

  “Yeah... I don’t have money for surgery.” They both laughed at me now. Blu was once again towering over me in the shiny heels that she pulled from her bag.

  “You see this.” She bent over in front of me spreading her ass cheeks wide as a river. “This is a grown woman’s ass. This is eleven thousand dollars’ worth of ass right here.” She slapped it hard sending a thunderous clap through the room.

  “When I get done with you... you are going to be able to afford this without blinking an eye.” She stood back up walking to the door.

  “You gonna hold my money down Carl. I’m gonna go show the rookie some tricks.” She said giving him a wink.

  “Oh sure baby. I’m gonna lock it up and you got your key right?” She nodded yes and opened the door wide for me.

  “Now let’s go bitch. Wasted time means wasted money.” I couldn’t argue with her there. Her shoes squeezed my feet but I dared not complain. If this was the discomfort I had to endure to be like Blu, then so be it.

  *****

  Blu laid down the law as we winded through the hallways and I jogged to keep up in my new heels that were squeezing at my toes.

  “Now when we get out here to the Fantasy Room you need to put on your game face.” One of the waitresses walked by with a tray of shot glasses filled with clear liquid. Blu stopped her and snatched shots from her tray, taking one for herself and handing one to me.

  “Act fake if you have to and if you need a drink take it. But don’t get sloppy. That is how you lose money.”

  I gulped the shot feeling the burning sensation sizzling my chest as the liquor went down. She smiled taking the shot from me and throwing the glasses in the trash.

  As we got closer to the main room, the music got louder and pulsated through my body.

  “Listen to that beat. Become one with it girl.” She bounced, closing her eyes and letting her head glide from side to side as if she was in a trance.

  I did what she did closing my eyes and imagining I was at home dancing with no one around. Popping my ass and swaying from side to side in the mirror.

  Opening back up Blu was smiling and staring at me. I smiled too, feeling the liquor roll through my veins.

  “Now that’s what I’m talking about. All you have to do is relax and it will all be fine.” We walked to the main room, the speakers blasting with music and people crowded into the room.

  We entered the main part of the club with all eyes now traveling to Blu and inadvertently they saw me. I felt like a mouse in a room full of snakes.

  They stopped Blu for lap dances, money came from everywhere and she declined a few but pulled me closer to her.

  “Usually I wouldn’t do this but I’m going to show you how it’s done,” she screamed over the music. “Stay close and listen to how things go,” she said walking deeper into the crowd. Coming up to a guy, she got right into his personal space.

  “Hey Daddy, let me make that dick hard real quick?” The guy looked like he was afraid. He gave a frantic nod of his yes and Blu went to work. Grinding her ass into his crotch, pulling his hands to touch her breasts. She then turned to him bending down and blowing hot air in his crotch. His friends howled and screamed and clapped as she worked.

  A song changed and she stopped. Holding out her hand, he gladly handed over the ten dollars.

  She slid it in her bra telling him thank you and pulling me away with her.

  “Now that is how you do it but that is too much work for ten dollars. You want to get somebody that will pay you more.”

  As we walked, making our way through the crowd somebody grabbed my hand.

  “How much for a private dance?” he asked but I had no idea. He was so damn cute I wasn’t sure what to say. Looking to my side, Blu was there like a raft to rescue me.

  “$150 for private.” I made note of that for next time.

  “What about for something else?” He asked and I knew immediately what he meant. Blu said nothing and she looked at me. Her eyes told me that it was my choice. How quick things changed around here, I went from being shown the ropes to this.

  “Why don’t we start off with the priv
ate dance baby?” I smiled trying to sound sweet but inside I was shaking. Grabbing his hand with my shaking fingers we made our way through the crowd.

  “If he wants to take it further get your money first.” Blu put her arm around me whispering into my ear.

  “But Carl said that’s against...”

  “Fuck what Carl said. Your kids can’t eat Carl’s words.” That was it for me. We made it to the velvet ropes of the Fantasy room and my date was still there with his hand in mine.

  We moved through the room with the rest of the high rollers as they got private dances.

  We sat down at one of the booths and I did as I was told asking for the money first.

  “$150 please.” He had the money all ready for me wrapped in a small wad.

  I took it and went to work, Blu stepped away watching me from the corner but I did just as she said. I zoned out, thinking of how this money was going to pay my electric bill and how my daughter's birthday was next week and I needed money for her party.

  I turned around making sure to count the songs in my head. We were now on mix number two, I had my leg up on the chair grinding in his lap, but I couldn’t look at him. I looked away at the mirror or at another couple.

  The third song came and I got a glimpse of Blu, she was motioning for me to put his hands on me.

  Slowly I grabbed his hands, sliding them over my breasts. My ass was in his lap, like no one was there but the two of us.

  “I just want to taste you.” His voice made it to my ears. His mustache tickling my ear but I was already told this was coming. The men always wanted more.

  “I don’t allow tongue washes for free.” I traced his lips with my finger. Pink luscious lips of his that were plump and ripe for kissing, only if I weren’t at work.

  He laughed at me. “”What’s your real name?” I was sure that was against a rule: telling a guy your name.