#Traffick'd

She grabbed back her phone from out of my hand.

"That's my man." I said, I was trying to get my thoughts in order.

"That's your man or that's your pimp? Cause there's a big difference girl, ima need you to talk up right now."

She re-adjusted her posture, like she was trying to be intimidating. I didn't know whether to spazz on her or him. Girls lie all the time about pimps being their man. Some girls are embarrassed to say they have a pimp. Was she his bitch or his girl? He told me, he had a girl working tellys, on and off. We never met cause apparently she'd always cut, so she wasn't seriously working for him. But why would she be at the strip club? She obviously works here.

"That's my pimp, he's been my pimp for a hot minute too. What do you mean he's YOUR MAN?" I asked.

"A hot minute? What the fucks a hot minute? That's my nigga, my man, i'm his bottom bitch. But this man stays forgetting to tell me shit and apparently you too. But I know the fuck why, cause you're pretty. He knows he's not allowed to put bitches in my club and especially black girls. The nerve of this fucking nigga. It's not even on you actually." She was talking more to herself, than she was to me.

"Wait, hold on, he's been my pimp for over a year, i've never seen or heard about you. How are his bottom bitch and I never heard of you?" I started laughing to myself, because if I really took this girl seriously, I might lose my job, my man or both.

I don't know if it was God, my angels or her good karma, but just when I decided I was about to press her more, another stripper walked in. She walked right past us and placed her bag on a chair, then headed to the lockers. We all said nothing. Without breaking routine or making eye contact she goes "If yall are gonna fight, can you do it after I get ready please? I won't be long, my customers waiting for me." She continued to get herself ready for work, and didn't make eye contact at either of us, because she understood the code; Mind the business that pays you.

"Nah, you're good girl, we ain't fighting. I know exactly who I have to talk to." said Ari.

"Yeah, me, cause we're not done. What the fuck-" I blurted out.

She cut me off, "Ima call him, I don't need to talk to you. There's nothing I need to say to you. I'm good off any girl that doesn't know how to fucking act in front of company.".

She walked out of the changeroom with my jaw still on the floor. As pissed as I was, she was right. I had to keep my cool, and having a fight in front of other strippers isn't cute. Plus, I bet this chick is being delusional anyways, cause that definitely could've been an old picture. They could've been fucking with each other, cause pimps have to holla at girls. That doesn't mean she's his bottom bitch. A bottom bitch is your main girl, the shorty you really rocking with until the end. She's the one that gets the best treatment, she's the one you settle up with in the end. Which is why she couldn't be his bottom, he's building with me, i'm his bottom.

The other stripper cleared her throat, as if to ask me to move over a bit so she could do her makeup. I stepped to the side, still paralyzed by my thoughts. This was probably the delusional working ting that can't leave him alone. He probably didn't know she'd be here, that's why he didn't tell me, I thought to myself. Cause she said her man lets her work day shift, so why the hell would he have us meet us like this?

The vibration of my phone startled me, I don't know how long I was standing there, but the stripper had already moved on to putting her stuff away.

"What time you on pretty girl", the message was like a time machine that brought me back to reality. I had forgotten I was at work and only had $180 in my wallet. Whether or not Ari was his bitch, and I was thinking not, not making money wasn't helping anything. And I wasn't about to get into the car with him with only $180.

"2:50 im running a lil late and I'm feelin a lil slow tbh" I texted back. I didn't really want to bring it up yet, especially if she didn't tell him. This bitch could be lying, I wanted to decide if it's even something to stress him about and how to go about it.

"Ey listen baby, i'm sorry I didn't know that crazy ass bitch was going to be there. member the one i told you about? shes down from Van but i didn't know. She called me and told me what she said to you. Idgaf what she said to you, don't let her shit get in your head, that bitch is crazy. I told her she better leave you alone. She's jealous cause you're pretty and shit and ion need her". It's like he was like he was inside my brain, pinpointing all my worries. I had a feeling it was that bitch, I knew she was delusional. He would've told me if he knew, having all this drama ain't playa. My main concern now was, when she said he's picking her up tonight.

"Her names Ari here, you said the girl's name was Cortez or something like that. And she said you were picking her up tonight to go out..." I text back. I wanted to add "and that she's your bottom bitch", but that'd be better in person.

"Cortez is her posting name, I guess she uses Ari to strip. And she said i'm picking her up tonight and you believed her? How am I suppose to pick you and her up at the same time Royaal? C'mon man, remember what it is". Reading back his text, I felt stupid to question him. To think he'd hide her for the whole time we've been together. Would come pick up homegirl, run around the city, fuck her until i'm done work, then drop her off and come pick me up and fuck me. Instead of just keeping it real with the both of us, and probably still getting us both, doesn't make sense.

"Aight, i'll text you when im done. i blu you".

"i blu you my pretty girl".

This was my first night at this club, and if I was the manager I wouldn't want me back. I had to get my ass to work, I already lied about what I had. As I walked onto the floor, the once emptish club was now bustling with patrons. Girls were laughing, customers were drinking and the energy was flowing. And there were no signs of Ari. I looked around hoping to spot my next human atm machine, "bingo" I said to myself. There was a gentleman that was sitting with a crowd, he was seated with them but slightly separated. I walked over quickly, and sat on his lap with my back towards his friends. Singling them out, and cutting off the connection with their friends makes it a lot easier to get them to go to vip with you. Timid guys don't like the show, and get embarrassed really easily. I put my lips to the top of his ear.

"What's your name?" I said.

"My names Peter, nice to meet you. What's your name sorry?"

"My names Royaal, with two a's. And never be sorry for asking me a question baby. I probably ask too many of them myself, but oh well!". I faked laughed at his jokes until I felt him get extra hard underneath me.

"Let's go take care of that" I whispered in his ear as I guided us off the chair and into vip.

We headed to the dark vip section, the muffled moans and pungent smell tantalized us as we entered the booth. He took a seat on the all black leather couch, with his eyes locked on my body. The dimed light enticed my silhouette, I could taste his tenison. He leaned back and readjusted his dick in his pants. I turned around, bent over and grabbed my ankles. I could feel his glare at the marriage of my thighs. He traced his hand across my womanly figure, as I rocked my body to the melodic beat. I took a seat, and leaned my back onto his chest allowing his chin to fall into my neck briefly.

"Your skins so soft and you smell so good." He mumbled.

"Thank you baby, you know I love a good compliment". I took his hand and placed it on my breast.

"You don't want me to start, cause i'll never stop." He said as he ran his finger across my harden nip underneath my bikini top.

Private dances are a funny thing, because as much as you may not be attracted to the customers. You have to make it look and feel like it, if you want to make the most money. You have to somehow convince your body and your mind that, it's into it. For me, I focus on the power play at hand. I have the sexual power, which they want to take from me, that, arouses me.

Peter didn't want to let me go, but he ran out of money so he had too. But he made up for it by introducing me to his friends. The rest of the night went amazing, I pulled a rough $820 after tipping the dj and paying my floor fee. They love it when you're a new girl. I didn't end up seeing Ari again, maybe cause I was too busy making money. So I don't know if she got picked up or not and to be honest, I didn't care. I knew she was lying and I just wanted to see my man, even though I was still a bit bothered.

"Outside at 2" the text came in like clockwork. It was 1:55 am and I decided to head to the back to get ready. I needed to make this fast, strip club changeroom are nothing but madness once the clubs done. A bunch of drunk bitches screaming, which can be fun except when you're not drunk. I entered the changeroom to a bunch of girls yelling, laughing and doing everything but getting ready. I tiptoed to my locker and threw on my stuff, the last thing I wanted to do was get caught up in a conversation. Thank goodness my drunkness wore off and went from a 5 to a 2.

I waved to the security and the dj as I was leaving. I pushed open the heavy doors, the refreshing cool breeze hit my face. You don't realize how dingy it is in strip clubs until you leave. I walked to the back of the club, and spotted Pablo's steel grey BMW in the corner. I walk over, peel open the door and hop in.

His stern handsome face was staring right at me, he was beautiful. He had strong bone structure, that complimented his almond eyes. Which sat above his chiseled nose. His full and juicy lips were always moisturized and laid overtop his linear white teeth. He had a smile that could pull one out of you, even on your darkest days. His full, healthy hair was currently braided into a crisp intricate design. His line-up was sharp enough to cut your bitch. His gold chains, watch and rings accentuated his beautiful coco skin tone. He had a thick athletic build, that filled out his nike tech perfectly. He was gorgeous.

"Hii pretty" he said in his mahogany smooth yet raspy voice.

"Hey, so it ended up being a good night." I said, as I avoided eye contact, and was searching in my bag for my wallet. Even now, he still gives me butterflies.

He immediately drove off.

"I knew it would be, I wasn't worried." he chuckled.

I took out the money and began to count it.

"So I met your bitch." I said sarcastically.

"Ey dont start, I had to just fucking deal with that dumb bitch and put her in check. Cause I don't know who the fuck she thought she was, but i'll put a dumb bitch on charge any day."

It's pretty awful that I get turned on when he's like this, all mad and shit. I knew he was going to put her on charge, he had too. That's my pimp, but I know him like he's my man, don't forget.

"Aww, did she piss daddy off? Do you want me to make it better?" I said as I undid my seatbelt, slid the money in the console and starting to untie his pants string.

"That's why you my bottom uh, dont fucking forget it, and let these waste shorties play in your head. i blu you girl, you're the only one that knows me. It's me and you, always. We're going to windsor tomorrow, fuck this place, she can have it. I know my bitch can make money anywhere, and I got some work for you to move to these tricks. But yo, I told you about talking to these bitches. I have to talk to them cause of what I do. There's no fucking reason for you to be talking to them uh. You're a live bitch, act like one. Before I make you tattoo it, so you don't forget."

I rolled my eyes and started tying my hair back. He's been pushing this damn tattoo idea from since I joined him. I slid my hands into his burberry boxers and grabbed his dick. He was already hard, if there's one thing for certain, I know my man and he was right I shouldn't let these waste shorties play in my head.

I was silent the rest of the ride, I mean as silent as I could be, he's a mouthful. We pulled in the underground garage and I exited the car to get my stuff from the back seat. Then his phone rang. I closed the backdoor and started to walk to the elevator doors. He popped open his door.

"My bad baby, go i'ma meet you upstairs just now, i just gotta run and deal with this shit real quick."