Stripper Confessions 2 : The Complete Series

by Solae Dehvine

  “Hey baby girl. You did your thing out there?” From the videos, I recognized the man walking up to me as Big T.

  “Thank you. I’m a little rusty. Today is my first day back.” I smiled, trying to brag as he took a step back looking at me.

  “Shit if you are rusty I hate to see you on your shit.” He was dipped in gold. Gold teeth, chain, and gold rings. He smiled every chance he could with his bodyguards but my eyes were trained on Blu who was lurking in the corner.

  “Yeah boo. Out of everybody in the club I want you to come work with me.” I was about to accept and shake his hand but that bitch couldn’t hold her tongue any longer. Strutting over stomping her feet like a kid. Except this kid wore a thong bathing suit with mermaid colored hair.

  “So you trying to show me up bitch?” I laughed at her as she butted in our circle cutting Big T off.

  “Is it Blu or is it jewels... I can't remember,” I began addressing her. I needed to get this right when I told her what I needed to get off my chest.

  “It doesn’t matter your name because you are a fucking simpleton, a pion to me. A minion, lower than fucking dirt. I wouldn’t give a shit what you thought. This is my crowd bitch, I just let you borrow them,” I snarled at her, hissing every syllable as she stood with her hands on her hips.

  “Big T. You need a real woman like me. Not her.” She got in my space, pushing me out of the way, and that’s when I lost it.

  I pushed her with all my strength pulling the Mermaid ocean blue shit that was attached to her head. I hit her in the face at least three quick times before security broke us up.

  She was screaming and so was I, but as she was pulled away, I knew she got the worse end of the bargain.

  “I guess you don’t know boo. In this business you get chose, you don’t do the choosing.” I tried schooling the young girl as security held her back. Her face dripping with blood and some of her weave hanging on the floor. She screamed saying something that I couldn’t understand. As cool as a cucumber I turned and kept talking to Big T.

  “Damn girl you do it like that. You beat that bitch with four punches.” He mocked my moves but I wasn’t amused. I wanted to get down to business.

  “I’m sorry you had to see that but it’s not what I’m about.” He shrugged off the issue.

  “She came at you sideways. I understand. I just want you on the shoot. It’s in two days. Call my manager tomorrow morning and y'all can work out details.” He passed me a card for his manager.

  “And bring a girl with you. Somebody like you.” He licked his lips, I could tell he had fucking on his mind but that wasn’t the type of ship I was running. I wanted the money and as soon as Big T disappeared Carl was there looking confused.

  “What the hell happened?” I didn’t feel like explaining or talking to him. I grabbed my bags and headed to the locker room.

  “Hello? Are you going to answer me?”

  “Your bitch stepped out of line and pushed me and I knocked that bitch out. Simple. Now leave me be Carl.” That was the end of it. This was it, I could feel it. I heard other dancer’s talk about there is a time when it all falls apart and you need to get out of the game.

  I felt it. Now was the time to leave the game. My first day back and this is what happens.

  As I walked back to the locker room, I felt sick, like I wanted to throw up or pass out.

  “You okay?” It was the new girl she asked as I stepped into the locker room but all I could manage was shaking my head.

  “Water please.” I plopped down on a bench. Bags of money at my feet as my head spun.

  “Here.” She handed me a bottle and even though I was dying of thirst, I inspected it to make sure it was new and unopened. This was a dog eat dog business and coming in here was like a crab barrel.

  Drinking the water helped, the young girl sat beside me looking like she had seen a ghost.

  “I’m okay. I just got a little dehydrated.” At least that’s what I thought it was. Sitting on the bench walking women whiz past me in sky-high heels made me feel sick again. I needed to leave this place

  “What’s your name?” I looked to the new girl, the last time I saw her she was running into the arms of the same guy I saw the Blu bitch kissing. Somehow she knew me but I guess that wasn’t strange since I was one of the veteran dancers.

  “Toy,” she squeaked out as she stood up.

  “No... I mean your real name.” I was so sick of this stripper shit.

  “Oh... its Tori.” She smiled looking so innocent and green. She wouldn’t last long here. I could tell.

  “I just got asked to do a video with Big T. He told me to bring another girl and for helping me I will bring you if you want to come.” I was being far more generous than I usually was. On any other occasion, I wouldn’t have said two words to any girl in the club, but today I had a feeling about this one.

  “Oh My God I love Big T. Yes, I would love to come.” She clapped her hands with a huge smile stretched across her face.

  I found the strength to stand. Going to my locker and getting my cell phone.

  “Give me your number and I will call you in the morning when I get more info,” I told her, waiting for her to tell me the numbers. Looking back up at her, she looked like a deer in headlights.

  “What... what's wrong?” She was scared I could see it. Her whole body shook as she looked around.

  “I have a manager or something. You aren’t going to tell him are you?” she whispered as if we were kids telling secrets in the school hallway.

  “Tell who?” I didn’t even know the man.

  “Guy is his name... he has eyes around here.” I smiled as she explained.

  “Ahhh...so he is your pimp.” Her eyes got big as saucers.

  “No... he showed me the ropes... and... ” I didn’t want to laugh in the girl’s face but it was comical. Just the thing that happened to a newbie that wasn’t careful and vigilant.

  “I’m not telling anybody and you should learn how to spot a pimp. Male or Female.” She looked confused as if I had told her a calculus equation.

  “He’s not my pimp...he’s my manager...” She fumbled for the words. “Really...it’s complicated.”

  “That’s what most pimps call themselves sweetie. That or a manager.” She looked wide-eyed again as if I had hit another nail on the head.

  “Give me your number and I will call you tomorrow,” I repeated and this time she rattled off the numbers.

  I eyed her, a pretty girl with shelf high tits, her nipples covered in gold pasties and a tight ass that was perfect for dancing but mentally this wasn’t the life for her. She wasn’t built for this life, neither was I for that matter but we all make choices.

  “Don’t let anyone make you do something that you don’t want,” I told her as I slipped on some sweat pants and a t-shirt to count my money.

  “Thank you.” She went away, pasties covering her nipples and a thong covering her bottom with clear stacked heels on her feet. This life was amazing the way it changed people. For Lauren she actually went to medical school. I was still in school, barely but I was too far in this game. Sometimes I resented it, it forced me to change my body in ways that I hadn’t thought about before the money.

  Now sitting on a bench in a room filled with girls with broken dreams and hearts, I was trying to counts ones, fives, and tens and hurry and leave.

  This shit has to change that voice was there again but this time it wasn’t going away until I took a stand. There was no more running around. I knew what I needed to do.

  ******

  Tori

  That night still haunted me to the point I didn’t work for long. I came home early relieving the baby sitter, which was nice since my girls were finally spending the night with me in the new townhouse. I only had our beds set up and boxes were everywhere but at least we were all under one roof. Guy didn’t know where I was staying but even with a knife under my pillow, I still couldn’t rest.

  You belong to me n
ow I heard the words as if he was still there breathing his hot whiskey breath over me. I hadn’t talked to Guy since that night, I was too afraid. Either it was a mistake or the guy was outright trying to rape me, either way I knew he had to be lying. Guy couldn’t have had anything to do with it.

  As afraid as I was to dial his number, I needed to talk to him. What Sydney said today wouldn’t leave my mind and I knew Guy was working but I needed to know that this was a lie and just a big misunderstanding.

  I fumbled for my phone, dialing his number and waiting for him to pick up. After a few rings, I heard loud music and laughter.

  “Hello,” I said after a few moments of hearing only the music.

  “Yeah, what up?”

  “Guy... are you there?” It sounded like he was at a party.

  “Yeah who is this?” I looked at the phone to make sure I dialed the correct number.

  “It’s me... Tori... Do I have the wrong number?” I giggled, thinking maybe he was playing a joke on me.

  “Wassup.” He was nonchalant. A party of loud bass music and women laughing invaded the phone.

  “I need to talk to you about what happened?” a long pause from him almost made me think he hung up.

  “Hello...”

  “What... I’m listening.” He sounded agitated as if I was bothering him.

  “You left me there with that man. He said that he paid for me. He wanted me to fuck him...did you drug me or something?” I shook at the thought remembering the use condom and my sore legs.

  “So... what the fuck are you calling me for?” I couldn’t believe my ears. I felt like I was talking to another person. This couldn’t have been the man that I made love to, the one that said he loved me and wanted to take care of me and my kids.

  “I’m... I’m telling you because you are my man. You are supposed to protect me.” He laughed hard and loud like he had heard the funniest joke of his life.

  “Bitch I’m not your man. You are my fucking hoe. You need to sit the fuck down and stay in a hoe’s place.” I couldn’t believe my ears. The water formed in my eyes. I was sitting up now in my bed rocking back and forth.

  “So you did sell me to that man. You drugged me?” He laughed again,

  “You are a dumb bitch. You do anything I say.” He continued to laugh.

  “But why? I could have died. He could have killed me. What if... ” I tried not to think of the other what if’s I had already went to the doctor as soon as I got back to be tested for any diseases. I felt too stupid and scared to tell someone I was raped. Rape allegations from a stripper were never taken seriously. I had only one last question.

  “Are you fucking Blu?” I came right out and asked. It was the last thing I needed to know.

  “Look here bitch. Don’t worry about who I’m fucking. You play dumb if you want to. You know you’re the moneymaker and Blu is my new bottom bitch. Play your role and your position and make my money. Have my money when I come get it and don’t call this phone unless it’s about some paper.” He hung up leaving me the line dead and my heart crushed.

  My mind flew back to all the times he said he loved me, to the dates we had. I couldn’t control the tears falling down my face. Loud screams came from my mouth that I couldn’t control. I trusted this man and now I felt like a fucking fool. What was worse was that he knew where I lived, where I worked and as I thought about work my mind traveled to Blu.

  “He saw you coming baby. A new dancer who is as green as you is like a water bottle in the desert.” I remembered Sydney’s words now I didn’t want to believe her but she was right.

  Knocks came to my door. I wiped my face with the sheet before I jumped from the bed and went to the door.

  “Mommy, are you okay?” My baby Melissa called out from the hallway. I opened up to find her sleepy eyes holding her favorite teddy bear.

  “Mommy I heard you crying.” She rubbed her eyes trying to look into my room to see what the commotion was. “Is someone hurting you Mommy?” She was brave walking into my room and glancing around as if she was ready to beat someone up.

  “No baby. No one is hurting me.” I had to end this, I had kids and I needed to be here for them.

  Picking Melissa up I carried her back to her bed. Laying her down and tucking her and her stuffed bear back in.

  “Are you sure no one is hurting you Mommy?” I thought about the question. Thought about how stupid I was to let these people take advantage of me and I had the best answer in the world for my little girl.

  “No baby. Not anymore.” I rubbed her head until she fell asleep as I formulated my plan.

  Blu and Guy together had no idea who they were messing with, but they were surely about to find out.

  Chapter 9

  Syd

  This video shoot was the easiest money I ever made and I got to sit poolside, at a mansion, sipping drinks like I was royalty. I was able to work during the day with the sun in my face and not at night like a vampire. If I could do this full-time, I would never strip again. We shot all day at this huge mansion but I didn’t have to get slapped on my ass or called a bitch. All it took was me bending over a few times in a bathing suit, playing dress up and walking up and down some stairs bouncing to a beat.

  I watched as Toy did her thing, the new girl from the club actually had talent as she was filming her last clip by the pool smiling and hanging on Big T’s shoulders. I sat offset watching Tori work her magic. Splashing around in the pool playing an extra, she looked happy, but this morning when she arrived, I could tell she had been crying.

  “That’s a wrap ladies,” the director yelled to the stage. “We're done. Thanks everybody.” He called out to everyone as we all clapped hands. There were people everywhere from cameramen, to makeup artists, and of course other girls but everything seemed positive and peaceful.

  “You did your thang today,” Big T called to me as he passed giving me a high five and disappearing into the mansion. It was a good day and all of this gave me an even better idea. This would be my way out, my Segway into an easier career of modeling or possible managing models.

  Tori came over wrapped in a towel. She looked as if her mind was a million miles away.

  “What’s on your mind kid?” I asked her as she came and sat near me on the patio.

  “Too much. I just moved into a new place. Trying to get my daughter’s used to being home again. But this job is too much.” She shook her head.

  “I hear ya. That’s why you should get out while you have time.” Sometimes I wish I would have stopped when Lauren told me to. Maybe right now I wouldn’t be in the spot I was in but maybe this was my purpose to help others.

  “Yeah but how do I pay my bills? He won’t let me get out yet.” She slipped up, looking at me with wide eyes shaking her head as if she regretted the words.

  “Who won’t let you get out? Your pimp?” I felt like a lioness protecting her young. I barely knew this girl but there was something about her, the innocence of her that I used to have. I wanted to protect that for her.

  “He’s not my pimp, I told you.” I laughed at her.

  “Any man that takes money from you in this business is either the manager of a club or a pimp.”

  I laid down the rules. I didn’t want to tell her this but I had to go there.

  “The guy you talking about. Does he drive a coupe? A red convertible like?” She nodded.

  “Well he was kissing Blu outside the club the other night. I saw him leaning in her car swapping spit with her.” I could hear her teeth grinding.

  “Where was I?” She asked and I shrugged.

  “Hell if I know. But you came running out jumping into his arm and kissing him as she drove off.”

  I could see the steam starting to rise over her head. She was boiling mad but she needed to know.

  “Now, if he isn’t your pimp then why is your man kissing someone else?” That was a question she didn’t have an answer for.

  I concentrated back on the film crew watching the
m pack up as Big T’s manager came over. A bigger girl, her thunder thighs poking out of a skirt but glasses and a brief case that made her look studious. Her hair was tied in a bun but what I noticed more were the white envelopes.

  “Here you go ladies. This is for you Ms. Wilkins and you are Tori right.” She handed an envelope to her as well.

  “Ladies you were great today. I’ve got a few videos for other artists next week and we would love to use you both.” Her was smile wider than a river. I wasn’t a lesbian but I wanted to jump up and kiss her in the mouth.

  “Please do. We would love to come.” Tori peeked in her envelope and immediately a smile stretched across her face.

  “Great. I’ll be in touch.” She turned on her heels and was gone, disappearing in the house to probably distribute more financial joy.

  “Oh my fucking god, this is more money than I make for dancing.” She clapped her hands but soon the smile faded. “I don’t know how to get rid of him,” She admitted looking down towards the ground.

  I had to chuckle at the thought.

  “Honey, you have all the power.” I looked into my envelope seeing the six thousand dollar check for a few hours of work and I felt like clapping too. But I stayed cool to give Tori the best advice in the world.

  “To get rid of a pimp you have to make them get rid of themselves,” I told her letting my sentence sink in before I kept talking.

  “Find something that he does and figure out a way to flip it so he has no choice but to leave. Whether that’s a rival, police, or whatever. I told her as I stood up to leave.

  “This is your time and your money you are working for. You said you have kids, right?” I asked her.

  “Yeah, two girls.”

  “Do it for them then. Because you can’t feed them paying some man sixty percent. You might as well work at burger joint.” With that tidbit, I gathered my things.

  “I’m going home. I’ll see you at the club tomorrow,” I told her, but that would be my last night. I was going in to do my last performance and give Carl a final answer. If I could make this much money just doing videos this meant a whole new avenue for Syd Vicious and I was more than open to pursue it.