"Y/N, you're up next. It's big dollars out there tonight." Diamond told her as she stuffed the green dollar bills in her bra.

Y/N nodded and fixed her hair looking at her oiled body in the mirror one last time. Puckering her lips she leaned back from the changing room and went out on stage. Her theme music played over the 808's.

Blue stage lights seemed to hug every curve of her body. Showing off her assets. The seven-inch heels made her legs longer. The crowd of horny men cheered her on. She was a favorite after all. Taking a deep breath, Y/N clung to the pole as if her life depended on it.

She finished her solo and went to collect the money on the stage. Running back to the dressing room she sighed in relief. It was finally over.

"You look constipated every time you leave the damn stage." Diamond said brushing a fresh coat of mascara on her eyes.

Y/N chuckled, "I hate stripping."

"Just a few more months and then you can get the fuck out. Stick to the plan." Diamond smiled at her and rubbed her shoulder in support.

Y/N changed into a new outfit and went hunting the floor for men ready to spend money. She saw a few of her regulars but one man stuck out to her.

His eyes grazed her body as if she was the only woman in the room. He had watched her since she graced the crowd on stage.

Y/N turned her head back to her regular avoiding his gaze. Grabbing the green dollar bills from the guy she made her way to the mysterious man.

"Lookin for a dance?" Y/N's sultry voice was music to his ears.

He dressed in a mustard yellow track suit, a white hat sat on top of his freshly cut head. His glasses flashed the reflection of the blue lights in the club.

"Hello beautiful,"

Y/N raised her eyebrows in shock at his gentleness. Most men were rough with her. Desperate for a dance.

"Hi, whatcu looking for?" She placed her hands on his knees and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"How much it take to buy you outta this dump?"

"Word?"

He nodded his head, "Word."

She smiled, "You got twenty grand?"

An hour later Y/N sat in her apartment with a bag of twenty thousand dollars cash. The crisp one hundred dollar bills were scattered around her as she looked up at the ceiling.

"Damn." She whispered.

She found out the man who she talked to was a rapper. Method Man was his stage name. Real name was Clifford.

His number was written down on one of the bills. She switched positions on the bed and now laid on her stomach. Pulling out her Nokia she called the number. Biting her nails she waited for him to answer the phone.

"Hey. You free tomorrow night for dinner?"

Authors Note:
Yikes! I ain't been on this mf in a minute. This had to be short and sweet because I really needed to get an update out. Next week I'll be a college freshman but I'll still try to update more frequently.

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