"Bitch, try me, I dare you!"

One of the other strippers had broken a glass bottle and flashed it in my face.

"Steal my clients again, and I'll fuckin kill you."

I smirked. "If you cut me bitch, you won't see tomorrow, I yelled, sticking my tongue out.

I hated these bitches that I worked with. They'd always say I was taking their clients, when in reality all I had to do was walk from one side of Club Exotica to the other, and all the horny men followed, mouths drooling.

"Stay the fuck away from me Jennifer." the bitch yelled, walking up stairs. I shrugged her off an went to my locker. 

"Caramel!" I heard a deep voice call my name from upstairs. Down came my boss Romelo, with a stack of money in his hand.

"Baby girrlllll..." he dragged out," My main mama, my money maker, my-"he stopped and kissed me on my cheek.

I looked at him and smirked. "What's up Romelo?"

He handed me a stack of 100 dollar bills.

"That's for you, for being my MONEY MAKIN MAMA!" he yelled.

The other bitches looked at me.

"This should be yall lesson. Everyone needs to start taking tips from Caramel! She's the highst requested for private dances."

He held up a stack of money. "Yall want this? Take some tips from her."

They all looked at me, jealous. I felt each woman throw envy and shade at me.

After Romelo left, one of the girls named Sugar walked up to me, followed by two others.

(Sugar👇)

"I dig ya hustle mama, but how would you like to make some real money?" she said, leaning against the locker.

"Nah Sugar, don't put this bitch on, she don't deserve it." One of the girls named Candy said under her breath.

"I'm interested", I said.

"Good, meet me in the back after work." She then disapeared into the crown of strippers, the two girls following her.

It was my turn to get on stage, and you know I was doing my thing. I was on the floor, shaking my ass, while bills rained above my head. I smiled at the guy infront of me, shaking my titties his way. The song Megatron, by Nicki Minaj began to blast loud.

https://youtu.be/C3a1sz2Bp_E

This was my jam, and all the regulars knew that. I began to spread my legs, and do a choreographed routine, that consisted of ass shaking. I then made my way to the pole and did a few spins, making the guys go wild and blow stacks. I finished by dropping off the pole into a splits.

I got whistles, cheers, hollers, all that. I smiled to myself as I picked up the money off of the floor.

I made my way back down to the locker room.

Phat , my only friend in this damn club, sat down there fixing her hair.

(Phat👇)

"Bitch, that shit was dope!!!" She yelled, coming to hug me. 

"Bitch, I know!" 

She sucked her teeth and finished packing her bag.

"You ready?" 

"Oh nah, I'm gonna chill with Sugar tonight." I said, packing my stuff.

She stopped and turned to me. "Bitch you sure? THem bitches be doing some crazy shit."

"I'm coo, I got my mase", I said pulling it out, "and my taser."

She nodded, kissing me on the cheek. "Be careful, and call me when you get home."

"You too", I said before she disapeared upstairs.

I met the three muskateers in the back of the club, in the alley way.

"Wow Sugar this is hella sketch, even for you."

"Do you wanna make this money or not?" she said, getting to the point.

A car drove up near us, and rolled down the window. It was a man, I could tell but I couldn't see his face.

Sugar walked over to me.

"Get in the car, and do whatever he wants you to do."

I looked at her like she was crazy.

"Bitch what?" She pulled my hair and threw me to the ground.

"You stupid ass bitch. WHat the fuck did I just say?"

I looked up, at her angrily.

I got up, dusting my self off.

I quickly went through my purse, searching for my mase and taser. I silently cursed as I remembered I left it on the table back inside.

"Bitch, do you wanna make this money or not?" She asked again. 

Candy looked at me and rolled her eyes.

"She not wit it. Just kill her ass."

"Candy, shut the fuck up", the other thottie yelled.

Sugar pulled a Smith and Wesson from behind her and pointed it to me.

"Is this bitch gonna suck my dick or what?" the guy asked.

"You got three seconds to decide hoe", Sugar said lowly.

Scared, I silently prayed, before walking over to the passengers side of the car.

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Sugar waited down the street for me.

"If you run I'mma find your ass", she yelled walking towards me.

She grabbed my arm and dragged me to her car.

"Sugar, why are you doing this?" I pleaded.

"Because daddy asked me to get him some more hoes. Now shut the fuck up and enjoy the ride."

We pulled up to a mini-mansion up in the Hollywood Hills. I adjusted my eyes to the darkness of the night, but you could clearly tell the house was big as fuck.

She pulled my out of the car and snatched my purse from my arm. She went through it, and found my phone. She smashed in on the floor, and stepped on it with her high heel.

I was led into the mansion, through the hallways, and into a room where a man stood with his back facing me.

"Leave her", he said lowly to Sugar, not turning around. "Yes daddy."

Sugar shut the door behind her, leaving me and this man alone.

He turned around and looked at me. " You will refer to me as daddy, nothing else. You will listen to everything i say, and you will do, what I say. If you don't, you die. If you try to escape you die. Understand?"

(Daddy👇, and yes that's Dave East)

I didn't reply.

He slammed his hands on the table. I jumped hard

"Do you understand, bitch?" he yelled.

"Yes."

"Yes what", he said angrily.

"Yes, daddy."

He smirked. "Go shack up in one of them rooms. Ill let you know when I got work for you."

I sat on a free bed, in a room with three other females. They all watched me sit down.

"Who the fuck are you", one girl shot.

"Worry about yaself", I shot back.

"Bitch what?" she yelled, gripping a chunk of my hair. I fired back on her ass, causing her to let her grip go. The two other bitches stood around, watching us fight, laughing. 

A second later, two big bulky motherfuckers came in and pulled us apart.

"That's enough!" they yelled. We both stopped, breathing heavy.

"I'll see you bitch", she said, being dragged out.

I wasnt interested in maing nice with any of these bitches. I just wanted to go home.

I turned around to the other two.

"Yall got a phone?" They both looked at me like I was crazy.

"Daddy'll kill us if he sees us with a phone." One of the girls said.

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It'd been a week since I was kidnapped, and I was still trying to find a way to escape, any chance I got.

I was waken up at 1 in the morning by one of the guards.

"Bossman wants to see you." he whispered. I got up slowly, sliding on my slipppers, and folled him to Daddy's bedroom.

He sat at the edge of the bed, with another girl, in her bra and underwear.

The guard shut the door behind me.

"Fefe", he called to me.

"Thats not my name."

"It is now. Get yo ass over here and suck my dick."

The other girl was looking at me with pleading eyes, and she began to rub on Daddy's chest.

I leaned up against the wall.

"No." I said.

He pushed the girl off of him and pinned me against the wall hard. He gripped my neck and threw me to the ground. 

WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY!?" he yelled, kicking me in the stomach.

I yelled loudly, in pain. I looked at the other girl, who tried to look away from me.

He picked me up and sat me on the bed. I hunched over, holding my stomach.

"You wanna try that again?" he said lowly.

A tear rushed down my face, as I struggled on the floor, sitting in between Daddy's legs.

He held my head, making me gag on his dick. I cried aloud, but he ignored me. He was too wrapped up in fingering the other bitch. I needed to leave this place. I couldn't keep doing this.

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Weeks had passed by, and no one came to save me. Daddy hadn't called me to handle any clients since I got here, so I was happy about that. But, he did use me as a sex doll, which made me sick to my stomach.

I turned on the hot shower and let the water hit my body. I put my head under the shower head, and let the water flow on me. Showers were my release while I was here. It made me forget that I was a prisoner in a prostitute house.

I heard the door creeked open, and a shadow appeared behind the curtain. I pulled the curtain back, to so see one of the larger guards, standing before me. behind him, 4 other guards piled into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. 

I screamed, kicking the guard away from me, but they grabbed me and layed me on the floor.

"Scream all you want, but nobody's gonna save yo ass."

The guard forcefully spread my legs open, and pushed inside me aggresively. I cried n pain, as the other guards watch, awaiting their turn. After the third guard entered me, I began going numb. I still cried though, silently.

When they all finished they left silently.

That night I cried myself to sleep. I thought, maybe god was punishing me for something that I had did in my past. Either way, I was mentally and physically tired. I could't continue to live this way.

Weeks later I began to throw up in the mornings. The other girls tried to stay away from me, thinking I had the flu or something.

"Fefe, what the fuck is wrong with you?" He yelled from outside of the bathroom. I wiped my face and made my way to the sink, where I brushed my teeth.

When I finished, I opened the door and seen Daddy standing their, looking angry.

"You work today." he said, turning away from me.

He loaded up in the car, with me in the back seat.

"If you fuck this up, I swear to god Fefe."

He looked at me in the rear view mirror. "He's paying alot of money for you."

We pulled up to a house that seemed familiar to me. "Get out and knock on the door."

 I nodded, doing as he told. I walked up to the house, remembering things, the more I got closer. 

I knocked on the door lightly, fixing my clothes. I looked back at Daddy, who was watching me.

The door opened and appeared a sexy ass light skin nigga. He waved off Daddy, and motioned for me to come inside.

(Light skin nigga👇)

"You look familiar, have we met? I asked him."

"Once, at the club."

My heart began to race. "You mean Exotica? Oh my gosh then you know that I'm missing and-" he held up a hand.

"Romelo's my dad." he said, simply.

I sighed in relief. "Where is he?"

He'll be here in a minute, along with the cops. He's gonna have two waiting in here, and when Dave comes back to pick you up, he'll invite him in, were he'll be arrested."

"Dave?" I asked, confused. "You mean, Daddy?"

He nodded.

"Just hang tight. Your safe now.

I sat back in disbelief. I was free. I ad free from the humiliation, free from everything.

Sure enough, Romelo busted through the front door. I ran to him, hugging him tightly.

"Romelo, how did you find me?" I asked, as happy as can be.

"He cupped my chin and smiled. "Phat, had told me you had left with Sugar, Candy, and Lala the day that you disapeared. I was worried when you hadn't showed up for work the next few nights.

He walked over to the couch. "Thus wasn't the first time that Sugar pulled this shit in my club. The last time, she begged me not to fire her, and that she would stop fucking with Dave."

He shook his head. "I should of fired her then , but she brought in a lot of money back in the day."

I stood there, listening to him talk, but silently thanking god to be out of the presence of Daddy and that evil house.

The cops show up, waiting to arrest Daddy. To their astonishment, he never showed.

Months later, Jennifer finds out she's pregnant. She would never be able to determine who the father was, but she still loved the baby all the same.

She quit working at Exotica, and began going to school to become a business owner.

Later on down the road, she runs into Candy, who explains that Daddy killed Sugar, blaiming her for my escape.

To this day, they still could not find Daddy.