"Jasmine! Jasmine!" Shouted Katty.

I was not in a good mood today. I know it's Friday, but Lord!

Come on!

I just want 4:am to arrive, lay myself on my wacky bed, eat some leftovers, and try dancing in my old baggy pyjamas.

Who cares?

Yeah!

Living alone is fun you know.

Even if I leave a dollar on my table, am sure no one will pick it, you don't have to argue with anyone, unless for the landlord when you haven't paid your rent, which annoys especially when the payout is delayed just they rarely do.

I turn my body towards Katty and give her a simple smiley look:

"Yeah, girl,"

"Don't yeah me, you know I have kids to feed through my job and you laying around is not helping, it's Friday, we have plenty of customers and plenty of tips to get. Am aiming at a thousand dollars today, if you don't have your target, I don't even want to know," she finished fishing her body out of the room.

Kath has been consistent since day one, reminding me every day that I should have a target when working. Apart from my salary, I need to be good with customers and get good money for myself.

I applied my make to how I was taught, it was aimed to conceal my younger identity, it made me look like a twenty-five-year-old chick, thanks to my curvy body, they hide my identity quite well. So I font have to worry, with the fake I.D neatly hidden in my ****** just in case I was ready to go.

I seductively lifted my body off the stool, admired the girl on the mirror,

"You have to do this girl," my inner me said and I smiled.

Sometimes you just have to survive in all means possible and get out of the that you are in.

My crop top was revealing, nothing much but just my navel, I touched the waistband that was colourful woven, people say that it attracts men, or it's used to round a man upon your finger but that was not my idea when I bought it.

I aimed to help me when am twirling my body around the pole, it gave me confidence a lot. I climbed to the stage and as usual, there are these sex-starved men who will always look at you and start shouting, throwing money at you, touching you inappropriately but I was used to it now. Though it's traumatizing, I once got fingered on stage and I lost it. I was left high and dry and almost fell off the pole but I thank God managed to hold still.

A stripper, yeah,

It's not a walk in the park, you are aimed by every prey, they target you, they want you, but I don't know why I have never been taken.

Kathy gets to be chosen most of the time. I don't know how it ends up but mostly it ends up good because she is always loaded with money. As for me, I have never gotten the chance to be picked.

I walked to the dais, so seductively, licked my lips and swallowed hard pretending to be intoxicated, I gave my audience the arousing look to put them in the mood.

I ravished my crop top and my ****** shook a little bit, dancing the straps that were trying to hold them never works on me, I danced with the pole, he jas been my man, he is my mine he will always be my man.

I gave my all, seduced him, rubbed myself on him, revealed my sexual desire on him as a lady would do to a man.

This pole!