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Introduction
Bright lights of pink and blue along with loud music filled my ears as I swung on my pole, sliding down slow to the beat. I tossed my long brown and blonde hair over my shoulders as I dropped down slow on my 12in. heels and began crawling to my customers. An odor of alcoholic beverages and expensive cologne filled my nose, but I fought against it as ones, tens, and twenties were tossed at me. Men…older men, eyeballed me with drunken thoughts and fantasies as they watched me perform my solo dance for them and many others.
Serena is my name, and I'm betting you want to know what was I doing in this place? Well quite frankly it's none of your business…I'm a grown woman and can do as I please. As far as I'm concerned, this is life to me and how it's always been. I make at least $1,000 a week just for dancing for these scrubs that call themselves men. It helps me take good care of myself. I pay my bills on time; I have a nice apartment complex, and a nice red Mercedes Benz. Besides dancing, I loved to keep my body in shape so I went to the gym every now and then for fun.
As far as I knew, I had no family. I grew up in an orphanage when I my parents were killed in a plane crash coming home from seeing someone. I couldn't really remember who they were seeing since I was only ten at the time. Anyways I grew up in a nasty orphanage that I was proud to leave when I turned 18. I was all alone. For seven years now, I've been working in this club and things were good….at least until I seen him for the first time.
I was just finishing up my dance routine when I saw a man standing in the back corner of the club. He was leaning with his back against the wall and his arms folded over his chest. A pair of sunglasses rested over his eyes and a bandana was tied on his head. He wore leather vest and some blue jeans and black boots. At first I just shook him off like it was nothing and finished my dance. Later on when I was leaving the club, I spotted him in the parking lot…watching me. He was sitting on his bike with a sly grin on his face. My attitude told me to go over there and ask him what his problem was, but instead I just got in my car and headed home. I had no idea who this man was or what he wanted with me but little did I know, I was going to find out shortly…