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Rae sitting at a table in the farthest corner, cuddling a Corona in one hand and a double shot of Patron in the other. Her eyes were glassy as she stared at me intensely. The way she watched me was starting to get scary; as if she knew I was going to leave her any day now.
    Unfortunately, she was absolutely correct.
    I just didn ’t know when. But what I did know was that her intense look was the start of some bullshit later on that night.
    The eyes of someone else caught my attention as well. They weren ’t on me and that bothered me. They weren’t on any other stripper and that intrigued me. With a tall lanky stature and locs that hit his shoulders, he sat hovering over a bottle. Many naked women walked by him propositioning him. Yet, he nicely rejected their advances for lap and private dances and put his focus back on his date, Don Julio.
    2 Chainz finally stopped talking shit, so I began to quickly pick up the dollar bills that covered the stage like carpet. Reese, a bouncer, used a broom to quickly assist me as the next dancer came to the stage already popping her ass as Lil’ Wayne’s high pitched voice came spilling from the speakers accompanied with a sick bass line.
    I stuffed what I estimated to be about five hundred dollars in the Michael Kors book bag that I used to house my tips. I had already grossed over a thousand dollars in tips and it was only midnight.
    Carefully, I tipped off the stage with Reese’s assistance.
    It was pitiful the way that Rae broke her neck to catch my eye. I knew that she was trying to get my attention, but I was focused on getting this money. She was really starting to blow me with the way she wanted to walk me around on this leash. She was losing her edge. Everything that led me to fall for her in the first place was evaporating before my eyes.
    I ignored the way Rae broke her neck to get my attention. I knew that I would hear about that later , but I didn’t give a fuck. I was there to work, not babysit her insecurities.
    With interest, I walked over to the guy spooning with the Don Julio bottle. Along the way, I reserved a few offers for lap dances for later that night.
    “Hey you.” I spoke seductively as I slid my arm around his muscular shoulders. Despite being lanky, his arms and shoulders were muscular as if he did pushups.
    Initially, he nonchalantly glanced at me while replying halfheartedly. “Whad up?”
    His lack of attention made me force myself on him . I sat across from him at his table, took his bottle, and poured myself a drink. He looked curiously at my nerve. I was so bold that he had to laugh as he looked at my teasing smile.
    I was daring him to have a problem with me drinking from his bottle.
    “You’re welcome,” he said with a laugh.
    “I know I am,” I said , still smiling as I took the shot. “What’s your name?”
    For the first time that night, I saw him smile. He met my fun smile, which I gave him as an attempt to get him out of his funk.
    Finally he answered, “My name is Chance.”

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    By five o’clock the next morning, I definitely paid for ignoring Rae’s attempts to get my attention.
    She yelled and banged her hands against the steering wheel as she drove at eighty miles an hour down 94-West. “You treat me like shit, and I don’t like it! Respect me, man!”
    We were in a heated discussion as we rode home in her 2013 blacked out Tahoe.
    “What the fuck do you want me to do, Rae?! I’m a stripper! It’s my job to talk to people and get money. Not talk to yo’ ass all night!”
    “But you can talk to that nigga all night ?!”
    “What nigga ?!”
    I was playing dumb, but I knew who she was talking about. She was talking about Chance. Without even thinking, I’d spent nearly two hours at his table. We drank and talked shit. It wasn’t on purpose. Somehow, I was just drawn into him. Chance had such an interesting story. I’m sure the Don Julio was to blame for his openness, but he was so up front with how broke he