I looked around the club, wanting to change this place. It needed a makeover, but I also didn’t want to be bothered with it either.
I walked over to the stage where the strippers danced for the crowd. I stood below it, on the dance floor.
I looked over at some black arm chairs in the private sections, wanting to move them over here. It was a good idea, I just needed to execute it.
I walked over and started to drag one of the chairs over towards in front of the stage. The fucker was heavy and these heels made it harder for me to even do anything.
“You, come help me please.” I said out to one of the men who was just chilling in the section
“I don’t take orders from you.”
I stopped pulling the chair and glared at him.
“Excuse me?!”
“You heard me b***h, I don’t take orders from
