My Skin

Ines, get your head up, the bible says, a little sleep and a little slumber, poverty is going to roll up on you before you know it” Mrs. Patty, my biology lecturer, rolled me as I rolled my head up from my desk, ‘no woman’. I thought, ‘I am not a slumbering person, but I am a hardworking woman, supporting her beloved daddy, so you put some respect on my name!’ There was no need to say all that out loud anyway. I looked at the watch on my wrist and I knew it was time, Mrs. Patty left the class. In the meantime, I was thinking about the operation I had to cook that evening with Mr. Shawn, and the tactics I’d use to get this guy to speak to his father in my favor, because my father’s source of income has been dwindling thanks to his family. My father, Mr. Waterson is the head of the prestigious chain gang, but by the way things are looking, the prestigious in the chain gang would soon be history, I knew my father’s business was crumbling lately, and since he wouldn’t let me take over his cartel, to even fish information from him was very hard, so from the little grains of information I could gather here and there, I found out that my old man who I adore so much was in debt and I, as his beloved daughter had to bring back home cash. Suddenly, I got up and strolled out of the class, leaving Mrs. Patty to continue talking. The rest of my classmates wouldn’t follow suit, I know, because they loved the medical degree they were fighting tooth and nail to get into the classroom. I go to the girl's dormitory, to the room I often frequent, and find my friend Vivian on her bed. Looked like she was waiting for me; I met Vivian at a strip club when we went for applications, and. Now, like 5 months ago, we have gotten close and big in the club. It turns out she was a student at Cannon University here. Now we move to the club after school together. “Drive today!” I told Vivian as I changed into some scanty gown, a little disguise, and then threw a trench coat over, I threw her the car keys, and she finished. I fixed up my makeup here and there, and we walked out like the supermodels we are, because we looked stunning! “So, what’s your plan today?” “Turns out the few dollars I make don’t go anywhere.” “okay?” “So, I’m going to seduce a man.” “Who?” “A Shawn!”. “A zaddy?” (Zaddy is a sugar daddy), Vivian said, and I thought that that would be the easiest way to raise more funds. Just imagine if I had liked the three of them, but that would be terrible for my dad’s reputation and mine; if I could just suddenly get a billionaire husband, that would be better. “Eww; not the fact of a zaddy, but of Shawn being the Zaddy” “Who is he?” “Infamous son of my dad’s rival, according to my informant,” I said, and before we knew it, we were already in the club, Vivian drove like a racer, and we unclutched our seatbelts and left the car. In the dressing room, I take off my trench coat, revealing half-cut shorts and the cutest bra top. “I’m not going to watch you play with your Mr. Shawn, but I do have a VIP client. He came for the first time, and after watching me do all that sexy stuff, he's now in the upper room with me. “Is he some kind of hunk?” “Of course, he is. Why would I be thinking of an old ass man or an ugly guy? “Or a woman”. I butt in “That too, where are the men at? Anyway, let's part, go do your Shawn thing. “Okay girl, go do your Mr. Hunk thing, catch you later. I strutted out carefully in my very high heels.