Dancing for the Mafia King

I had a childhood that any person classified as poor would dream of spoiled, rich and VERY sexy. Anything and everything I owned was ‘Daddy’s Money’: from the clothing to the car, even the college was already paid in advance.
The night I had brought home the diploma from the 4th special school he had sent me to take, I was so sure he would FINALLY look at me and say ‘Grace I’m so very proud of you’ after all it had sorted the highest GPA ever recorded in my hometown of Savannah, Georgia, hell maybe even the state of Georgia. As I continued to look at my father's hard emotionless face as he considered my diploma, it deepened further; crushing all the hope I had foolishly led myself to gather at my own expense. His hard, stern and serious voice boomed within the walls of the room as my mother stood to the side by the lit fireplace that emitted a glow in the somewhat dark room.

“You can do better than this, it’s not good enough. You’re not good enough.” he was looking at me straight in the eye as he had done many times before when he spoke to me, which wasn’t much.
Something in me had snapped as I jerked the diploma out of my father's grasp, crumpling it into a ball and tossing it into the fireplace. The flames hungrily ate at my diploma, slowly consuming it.

“I’m tired of bending over backwards to please you, to finally hear you tell me that you’re proud of me, only to hear it never come. I’m tired of being your daughter.” I said angrily and stormed out of the dimly lit office, hearing my mother's gasp of shock and catching her putting her hand over her mouth in shock; I had surprised myself.

Hell, I even saw my dad’s eyes widen a bit in shock before he recovered back to his emotionless mask. I had tuned out my mother's hard voice commanding that he talks to me and apologize. He would rather die than apologize to me, I had stayed long enough to pack some clothes, my toiletries, and my savings.

The essentials, I had also factory reset my phone while I was packing, and grabbed the card he gave me and went back into his office before dropping the phone at his feet and tossing the card to him before turning once again and leaving out the front door of our 4-bedroom house. I walked to the nearest bus station and climbed aboard the first bus that had stopped to pick me up.

“Evening miss where are you headed?” the female driver asked.

“The furthest stop possible if you’d please.” I said back, she paused and gave me a once over of confusion and simply nodded.

“Alright, that’d be Bakersfield, California.” she replied.

“Perfect.” I stated simply before taking an empty seat as she drove off from the stop.

As a 21-year-old girl traveling alone, you could imagine the looks I got from the men on the bus, they stared longingly at my figure, licking their lips as they took in the sight of me. Standing at only 5’8” i had long slender tanned legs that led them up to the curves of my waist that also held my big plump ass on my backside, my slim belly made my c cup plump firm breast stick out and appear to be double d’s with the push up bra I was wearing; my round face was filled with freckles and my round blue doe eyes popped behind long thick lashes and my full luscious perky lips were underneath my button nose. My brunette colored hair reached my mid back now, I desperately wanted it cut; I paid them no mind as I stared out the window and pretended not to feel their heated gazes upon my features. I will be arriving in California in around 2 and a half days. I had a long ride ahead of me.

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I had arrived in Bakersfield 2 hours ago, that had been an uneventful ride and it seemed to go on for forever and was now walking the streets setting up the new cheap phone I had purchased through a store and got minutes for it, I had set it under a random name. If my parents were looking for me, I didn’t want to make it easy for them; though it was highly unlikely that they were looking. I searched up for some hotels near me and followed the directions to the nearest one. I had checked into a room and took my belongings there; it was a small little room but perfect to meet my standards for as far as I expected it to be. There was a twin sized bed in the middle of the floor, chestnut-colored nightstands on both sides topped with cream-colored lamps. The light gray colored walls had made the room look a bit bigger than it was, though not by much, and the tan colored carpet throughout the room faded into a white linoleum that spread across the floor of the bathroom. There was a small dresser along the wall by one of the nightstands in which I put my clothing into and put my toiletries into the places in the bathroom.

The bathroom had a stand-up shower, and a good-sized vanity that held a sink that I put my toothbrush and toothpaste onto the countertop that surrounded it. The mini fridge in the opposite corner from the bed was full of water and a couple sodas. I needed a job so I could eventually find a place of my own. Searching on my phone for places hiring near me onto G****e I looked at the one result that popped up.

Dale’s Ladies, a strip club, it looked like anyway. As I followed the directions to the club, I started to have second thoughts, I knew what transpired in strip clubs on the account of some of the bad boys throughout my schooling who talked about them. I was a good dancer, and my slim body and legs would be perfect to be swinging around on a pole. I stopped in front of the place, the red brick had faded to almost a light pink from the harsh attacks from the powerful sun rays, the neon sign had what felt like an angelic glow around it. The building’s dark tinted door windows made it hard to see into, I sighed, readying myself for what I was trying to picture to come, as you would expect I’m pure in every sense of all things sexual. I was nervous beyond a doubt of having to touch anyone that way but would if necessary to make any sort of income. I straightened myself and walked confidently into the club, as soon as I walked through those doors, the sight that greeted me was far less of what I had expected.

Is this even a club, if so what kind of club was this and what kind of business are they running? I turned back around and walked out of the door, I had to get some fresh air. The smell of cigarette smoke, sex and alcohol was fuming the place, I had never had so many smells coming at me at once before in my life and it had been a bit overwhelming. The dim lighting that was in this club made for the flashing lights on the stage to be flashing brighter, the bar was stocked with more booze than an actual bar. The stage had held a couple poles on it, 3 of them to be exact and all 3 had been occupied by a lady of some sort. Their different hair and skin colors hadn't been a problem for the large group of men sitting in the chairs below the stage as they cheered and shouted at the ladies above them to take of something.. anything.

They held bright full beautiful smiles, and their body build had been very similar to that of my own. Slim bellies, wide hips, a big ass and a beautiful face. The differences in their hair color was wide-one had bouncy red curls, the other had wavy chestnut hair, the other had almost an afro look about her hair. The sleek blackness of it was shining from the lights. The amount of hairspray they probably had to use was astounding.

As I gathered my bearings outside, I took deep breaths trying to gain some ground. The club had looked so innocent on the outside and I had wondered if I actually needed to have this job in order to have money flowing in, I double checked my phone to make sure there wasn't other places in the area that were hiring. I had even called a few places, of which they had confirmed that they were indeed fully staffed. As I took another deep breath, I sat on the sidewalk, having a deep battle with myself in my head. I definitely didn't know now if I wanted this particular job, but with the lack of other places hiring; this place was my only option. It wasn't looking bright for me at the moment, but I knew I couldn't go back home. I wouldn't.

I looked up as some more men had walked in my direction, the 5 of them had noticed me and they each smiled seductively as they looked me up and down.

“Do you work here lady?" one of them asked.

"Well, I'm looking for a job but I'm not sure that, this job is something for me." I replied honestly as I looked down and played with my nails.

“Well, that's a shame really. I'd pay big money to see you dance the way they do. I'd pay extra to have that ass sit and dance in my lap." he said back, being a little too honest for my liking but his comment had made me blush none the less.

“Well, thanks. I'll keep that in mind." I said quietly, the man sent me a wink before leading his friends through the doors and into the club. I sat and thought about what the man had said, while he looked like he was being honest, I couldn't help the way my mind traveled to all my flaws.

While I did have my perfectly tanned skin, the marks and scars of the past were still visible on the parts of my body where my father had decided he needed to 'discipline' me when I had brought home the one and only F I had ever gotten and received in my life.

**Flashback**

As I walked towards my father's office, the closer I had gotten, the more my tiny 8-year-old body had trembled and shook with fear. I knew the grade I held in my hands was enough to get me in trouble, BIG trouble, I'd probably be grounded for the rest of my life.

I knocked twice on his thick stained oak office doors..

“Enter." he had said with a deep hatred for whoever had dared to disturb him, and when I had made my way through the doors and in front of his massive oak desk, my trembling had gotten 10 times worse now than what they had been in the hallway.

"I have my report card for you sir." I said, my tiny voice came out shaky from the amount of trembling was happening with my tiny body. He glanced up, his look hardening before stretching out his hand. I swallowed hard before carefully and slowly placing the card into his big opened hand.

He opened the card slowly and carefully considered it before his once dark expression hardened and reddened with anger.

"YOU DARE BRING THIS GRADE IN THIS HOUSE? I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT WE DO TO PEOPLE THAT BRINGS THESE SHAMEFUL GRADES THROUGH THESE HOUSE DOORS!!"

He had yelled with such anger, I was now wishing my mother to just teleport herself here. She had gone out with friends to have a girls night out, and with her here, she can calm him enough to not harm me. Without her here however, I was at his mercy.

He grabbed my little, tiny arm, dragged me to the fiercely burning fireplace and stuck my hand in. Letting my screams from the pain of the hot flames burning my flesh drown out the night.