Stripping in bars for cash, or dancing in banks for credit, the world revolved around a web of sin. Honesty came at a heavy cost. So i took a chance.
One day my manager came into the club to pick up his cheques stuffed in his safe. Double D’s and slender figures created Six figures for Him. Enough had become enough.
He was unlocking the boot of his car and loading it with booty. My booty. With a swing of my heel, and crack of his skull, I took the money and ran behind my steering wheel.
Doing bad things for money mean bad things will come after