Denial--Chapter 002

I looked down at my thong that I had just thrown on the floor last night. "Shit." I said to myself. I clumsily got up and threw those in my basket full of dirty clothes. My name, Jessica to my friends outside of the club, but to the people inside it's Juicy. Yeah, I rock the pole, but no one really knows except the customers and my other fellow employees. My boyfriend, Jaylen, also has no clue. Why did I start doing this you ask? I needed to. Bills had to be paid. My dumb ass step father ain't carrying any weight and my mom busts her ass everyday working two dead end jobs, so yeah she's not around much.

 

I know I could have picked a better job but the hustlers and pimps told me otherwise. They introduced me to the life of shaking, stacking money, do it until I'm on top. But it seems like I'm not making it to the top for a while. I liked leaving for the club though, it takes me away from the Hell I call a home. While my moms at work, my step father touches me and sexes me crazy! When I was younger I used to cry, but now I'm so used to it he only does it on certain days and that's when I come home drunk or high and can't remember shit.

 

I could understand why people would want to take advantage of me though. I'm drop dead gorgeous and I'm just being modest. My butter pecan skin was flawless and my hour glass shape just knocked dudes off of their feet. My breast were a perky 34D with dark chocolate nipples. My ass was not just an apple bottom, but a fucking watermelon. I mean I had Beyonce beat by a long shot. My hair was light brown and fell just a bit past my shoulders. My hair was real, something most chicks in the club couldn't say. My lips were already plump and when I added just a tad of lip gloss, you just wanted to kiss them!