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searching for apartments, I insisted that I only needed one bedroom. But my mother disagreed, and being the kind of girl I am, I relented and bought the two bedroom. I figured I should spend the hush money Reggie paid me on something to establish my new life since he fucked up my old one, plus, I needed a workout room.
    I walk in the room and stare at myself in the wall adjacent from the door. It’s covered in a floor to ceiling mirror that takes up the whole wall. Against the far wall is a treadmill and elliptical. There are a few yoga mats, a set of free weights, and an exercise ball sitting in the corner. I haven’t been in this room since I moved all of the equipment in, but I quickly realize I need to spend more time in here. I spot the silver pole in the center of the room and walk up to it, wrapping my hand around the shiny metal and walking around in a circle. When I decided to turn this into a workout room, I knew I had to have a stripper pole. It’s the best workout around, and part of who I am.
    I wrap my leg around the bottom of the pole, still holding it with my hand, and do a spin. The small spin leads to another; this time with more force and speed. I am instantly transported back to the main stage at Temptations, wearing nothing but a black pair of see-through boy shorts and black stiletto heels. Winding around a pole placed in the center of the stage, I watch men in designer suits throw hundreds on stage while I dance to Radioactive.
    I loved dancing. I loved the attention. I loved the money, but most of all, I loved the exhilarating feeling I got every time I stepped on stage. I had no insecurities, no worries. It was just me and the beat of the music as the rhythm worked itself through me.
    I realize I’ve been mindlessly dancing while day dreaming when I catch sight of myself in the mirror and am met with a reflection that has flushed cheeks and rapid chest movements as I try to catch my breath.
    That part of my life is over, and while I will always miss it, I have to start over at some point. Now, instead of dancing in front of crowds for hundreds, I’m dancing in front of a mirror just to prove to myself that I’ve still got it.
     

     
    Hours later, I’m standing in Ricky’s making sure everything is stocked and ready for tonight.
    Molly told me Thursday nights are usually pretty busy, so I’m in slight panic mode
    “So, Dani, what’s your story? You from around here?” Molly sits across from me, leaning over the bar.
    “Has anyone ever told you that your boobs are huge?” She chuckles and nods. “All the time, dude. I hate them though, so to me it’s not a compliment. Has anyone ever told you that you have a great ass?” It’s my turn to laugh. I have heard that quite often. From running so much, religiously doing squats, and dancing, my ass and legs are fuller than most girls’.
    “Lucas sure told her that last night.” Wynee walks in and plops down in the stool next to Molly, shoving her shoulder. Molly’s eyebrows knit together and she eyes me suspiciously. “I saw that. Lucas seemed to be paying you some special attention.” I was hoping they wouldn’t notice. I haven’t decided how I will handle the questions that I’m sure will arise when they find out I moved here from Dallas; now I’m having to deal with questions about Lucas. Questions I don’t have the answers to.
    “Special attention, my ass. The only reason Lucas even gave her the time of day is because he hasn’t fucked her yet. Once she puts out, which she will soon, he’ll get bored with her. Don’t get your hopes up, sweetheart.” Fucking Tiffany. I’ve only known this girl for twenty-four hours and I already can’t stand her. Fake blonde hair, fake blue eyes, fake boobs, the only thing real about this girl is her bitchy personality.
    “Go fuck yourself, Tiffany. Just because Lucas has been rejecting you for years doesn’t mean you have to be a bitch to Dani.” Wynee pops off at Tiffany before I