I took a turn and stared at the little clothing I was wearing. How did it even get this far and why was I even doing this?
I could’ve taken a job at the convenience store or as a choreographer which was actually supposed to be my goal in the first place. I didn’t mind stripping, or the outfits-I never did. Everyone had a different way of paying their bills and this was one of them, so no, I wasn’t embarrassed and it was an easy way to make money, but still, it wasn’t what I had planned.
“Are you coming squirrel or are you just going to keep staring at your ass all day?” Faith laughed and walked past me. Squirrel…, the nickname which had recovered itself ever since I had been here. It was the nickname that haunted me throughout kindergarten until now, the nickname they gave me because o my ‘fluffy’ cheeks.