"Hey, Lena are you performing tonight?" some random guy asked as I walked past him, "Oh baby I perform every night," I said with a forced grin, trying to sound seductive. I hate this job. Being a stripper isn't what I pictured once I left for California when my grandparents died. I sold their house with the hope of coming back here to New York to start my one chain store of fashion boutique. Start small and eventually become big, rich, and famous. I deserve that much, I deserve the world.
I enter the dressing room, there is this pretty girl with raven black hair on my station. Ugh, boundaries. I walk up to the station stand behind her and look at her through the mirror. She ignores me and keeps applying lipstick. Oh, this girl is testing me. "Excuse me you're on my station," I said trying
