The Fall

-This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. 

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DISCLAIMER: This story contains adult activity, hard language, intense or persistent violence, sexually-oriented nudity, drug abuse or other elements.

All Rights Reserved © 2014 xo_souledout.

Simaya:

Late nights, early mornings. That's been my life for the past 3 years. Saturday nights have always been our busiest day at the club, even so that didn't stop me from making my weekly visit to my grandma. I had to place my grandmother in an assisting care facility. She has emphysema causing her to have sever breathing problems. As she got older I tried my best to take care of her but I couldn't do that and help pay for her private nurse. My job as dance instructor couldn't fit the bill so my best friend Amina introduced me to the game of stripping.

I can't complain about my lifestyle, taking off my clothes pays for my schooling, bills and the nurse my grandma needs. With all that I've managed to keep it a secret from her and some friends.

I finally got out of bed which was hugging my body so tight not wanting to let me go. It was 8am and I got home around 5am, I was basically running off a couple of hours of sleep. Half asleep I walked out of my bedroom into the kitchen to start up my coffee maker. I can hear the faint sound of steam while walking towards my balcony window. I opened the curtains to reveal the Toronto skyline. My loft was a little outside downtown but was sold me was the view, it was something out of a magazine.

Jumping out of the shower I hand dried my natural curls, the Puerto Rican side of me, my fathers side. Starting to apply light makeup trying not to look too tired I would always remind me of my mom. I was around 4 years old and I would watch her in awe do her makeup. My mom was Irish-Polish and looked completely different from me. She had fair skin, blonde hair and these big blue eyes like the sky.

I had little time with her, she passed away when I was 5 from an heroin overdose. My father passed a year later, after a crack head stabbed him for drugs. I was a daddy's girl and I remember crying for him every night.

Alone in NYC I ended up in foster care until my grandma fought to being me back to Toronto with her.

Getting dressed quickly I just put on some blue skinny jeans and a white fitted tee topping it off with some all white Jordan's. Rushing I took a sip from my hot coffee and just left it and made my way down to the garage to my car. I had a black BMW, luxuries from dancing. I sped off to meet my grandma.

Arriving to the facility I checked in with familiar faces.

"Hi Estelle." I said with a smile.

"Hi darling, looking beautiful as always dear."

"Your too kind, has grandma been giving any trouble?"

"Dear, your grandma is still giving others a hard time but she finally is accepting her diet of no sweets."

"She loves chocolate, I know she gets a bit grumpy when she doesn't get her sweets." I couldn't contain my smile because my grandma would refuse to eat their food because it wasn't her Puerto Rican cooking.

"Grumpy isn't the word." We laughed..

After my little convo with Estelle I made my way to my grandma's living room. She lived in an apartment with everything she needed and small enough where it was too much for her to walk with her oxygen tank.

"Hello beautiful." I walked over to her kissing her pale rosy cheeks.

"My baby, I missed you" she placed her hand on my cheek as knelt down to be eye level, since she was sitting on her sofa.

" I've missed you too nana, what's new since we talked yesterday?"

" Nothing baby."

"Just making sure."

"And you hunni?"

"Just school & work, this week are finals and I'm off school for summer. So I'll just work my butt off."

Literally.

"That's great baby, but don't you think you should find a nice boyfriend to settle down with?"

"Not this conversation again. I don't need a man grandma I'm good especially after the last 2 douche bags I dated."

"I just don't want to leave this earth knowing your alone baby."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head nana, you taught me well, I can take care of myself."

I kissed her hand assuring her. It's been almost 3 hours when I got a text from Alex, the club I work at manager and owner.

Alex: Simaya I need a huge favor.

Me: No Alex, you know Sundays are my day off

Alex: My Please! You & Amina are my best girls and big clients

are coming in tonight. I'll owe you

Me: I guess you owe me! I'll see you later

I kissed my grandma goodbye and headed back home. I showered and gathered all my things in my duffle bag. I pulled to up our private parking lot which was for employees and V.I.P. Alex treated Amina & me very well, we had our own dressing room away from the other girls which made these bitches hate us.

"I knew you would come" Amina said excited.

"It's about that paper, so who are these so called big clients Alex is freaking out about?" I asked while in my makeup chair.

"Well, word is that Drake shut down the whole V.I.P area for himself and some of his friends. We gon' get paiddd!!" She started to roll her hips.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Your crazy, just another day..another dolla." I kept curling my dark brown hair.

I put my full hair that was up to my waist in a messy bun. My setup was a school girl theme, as it mimicked my real life. I would hit the stage as a school girl and stripped down to a bikini while doing my pole tricks.

It was midnight and my set was up. I took a couple of shots of Henny to calm my nerves. No matter how long I've been doing this I still get nervous.

I can hear the DJ get ready to announce me...

Now For Your Eyes Only presents our own sexy and voluptuous... Simayaaaaa.....

The DJ played Love In The Sky from the Weeknd, it was my choice of song because my body had a way of moving with the beat.

I slowly walked on on stage in my 6 inch heels and began by letting my hair loose. I kept dancing around the pole in just a long collared shirt. They were waiting for me to ate it off. The crowd was loud throwing money on the stage.

Wrapping around the pole in front of The V.I.P section. Through the haze I can see him just sitting, still as ever his piercing eyes going right through me. It was The Weeknd. I was down to just my g-string working the pole, dropping low. The song came to an end and I made my way to the back, the crowd was live and dropping bills. I went back to my dressing room to freshen up to greet some of the customers.

I kept my black bikini top on and but some boy shorts that matched and went to the bar to take another shot before greeting some customers.

My first stop was at a regulars table, I sat real quick to chit chat and would walk the room after.

Hey John, are you enjoying yourself?" I asked.

"Simaya, when are you going to leave this place & marry me?" He said playfully.

"Oh john, you've been asking me that since my first day, and I give you the same answer. I don't like sharing." I winked at him, he was a married man just like 80% of these men.

I was about to get up when Sarah, who was bottle service came up to me with some Cristal.

"What's this Sarah?"

"My, The Weeknd sent it for you." She seemed more excited than me.

"You've got an admirer." I forgot John was still sitting across me.

"Obviously.." I smiled.

I picked up the glass of champagne and made eye contact with The Weeknd and raised my glass slightly nodded, as if I said thank you.

I can see him whisper into another guys ear. This should be interesting.