The Girl from Papaya’s Strip Club

Mr. Hill got dressed and was prepared to go to work, before leaving he told Lizzie that he left her money in an envelope to go shopping. It was a total amount of 300 thousand dollars kept in the envelope. Lizzie had never seen such an amount of money for free except she ate out the pussies of rich business women or sucked the dicks of horny old men. 

She took the money and got dressed to hit the store. In the luxurious boutique, Lizzie sifted through racks of designer clothes. Shortly, a sharp voice sliced through the air and Lizzie turned back to find Carla, a girl she used to work side by side with at Papayas strip club.

Carla approached her with a smug grin, "Well, well, if it isn't Lizzie. What are you doing here, trying to play rich now?"

Lizzie, maintaining her composure, replied, "I'm just enjoying a little shopping. Mr. Hill thought I deserved a treat."

Carla, scoffing, retorted, "Mr. Hill, huh? Didn't know the man was into charity cases. You were nothing before him, just another stripper."

Lizzie, unfazed, responded, "People change, Carla. I've moved on to a better life. Not everyone stays stuck in the past."

Carla, narrowing her eyes, continued to mock, "Better life? You think buying fancy clothes makes you classy? You'll always be that girl from the strip club."

Lizzie, with a confident smile, concluded, "Maybe, but at least I left that life behind.”

Carla laughed hysterically, “Oh baby, you haven’t left that life behind. You’re just a private stripper now.”

Confused and curious, Lizzie asked, “What do you mean?”

“You were bought for 25 million, don’t make that mistake of ever thinking he bought you your freedom. You’re his now, his slave, his pleasure, his puppet.” Carla explained with spite.

What Carla said sent Lizzie through series of flashbacks of how Mr. Hill made her do questionable things for him. Trying to doubt Carla she said, “It’s not true.”

“Prove me wrong then, show me a ring at least so I’ll know he truly loves you for who you are.”

“I don’t have one.” Lizzie sadly said. 

“Then don’t forget who you are, a stripper from papayas club.” Carla said with a smirk. “Cox sends her regards, your price money really helped the club improve indefectibly.”

Carla left Lizzie with a deep sense of what almost felt like regret and hurt. After buying the clothes she left the boutique trying to hide her emotions. She got home to meet Mr. Hill’s daughter lying down on the couch with a boy who looked at least almost 30, just like her. 

“Who are you and how the fuck do you have the keys to my fathers penthouse?” Alexis rudely asked.

Alexis was 18 years of age, she had brown hair like her dad and hazel nut eyes. She had a high pitched voice and sounded like a brat. “Hello, I’m talking to you?” Alexis said whilst waving her hands at Lizzie.

“Uh…I’m your dad’s girlfriend.” She hesitated before she spoke. 

“My dad doesn’t keep girlfriends, so who the fuck are you?” Alexis asked again. 

“Listen to me young girl you don’t talk to me in that tone, I am old enough to be your mother.” Pissed Lizzie cautioned Alexis.

“Old enough quiet alright, my mother, nope.” She jeered and Ridley the boy she was with chuckled within. 

Lizzie was dumbfounded that she got burned by a little girl. “Infact, I’m calling my dad since you can’t talk.” Alexis said. She rings her dad and when he answered the phone, Alexis reported the situation on ground.

“Honey, that’s my colleague from work, hope you weren’t rude to her?” Mr. Hill asked. 

Lizzie was stunned by his response, “I was ‘cause she said she was your girlfriend. But now I’ll be nice to her, I’ll even apologize.” 

“Good to hear that honey,” Mr. Hill responded.

“I cannot believe that man.” Lizzie grumbled on her way upstairs.

At Mr. Hill’s company, he organized a meeting to announce to everyone that Mike would be departing them as a member of the company.

Mr. Hill cleared his throat, "Ladies and gentlemen, I have called this meeting to inform you that Mike will no longer be part of our esteemed company," Mr. Hill declared with a stern demeanor.

Jonathan, a puzzled expression on his face, raised his hand, "May I ask why Mike is leaving? He has contributed significantly to our success."

Mr. Hill sighed, "Mike's incompetence has become evident, and I cannot continue to have him on board. Furthermore, his tolerance for immoral acts has strained our professional relationship."

Whispers of disbelief swept through the room. Mike, once considered a linchpin of the company's success, was now being portrayed as inadequate and morally compromised.

Jonathan, persistent in his inquiry, questioned, "But sir, Mike has been instrumental in many of our triumphs. Are you sure about this decision?"

Mr. Hill fixed Jonathan with a stern gaze, "Jonathan, I've made my decision based on what I believe is best for the company. I expect all of you to continue striving for excellence. Thank you."

As the meeting concluded, Delacy, an executive and Mike’s elder sister, pondered the accusations against Mike. "What's life without a dose of little immorality?" she mused to herself. 

Later, after the meeting, Jonathan approached Mr. Hill privately, commending him for the recent success in handling a rival conglomerate. "Sir, you've shown great leadership, especially in navigating the challenges with our competitors," Jonathan praised.

Mr. Hill nodded appreciatively, "Thank you, Jonathan. It's crucial that we maintain our position in the market. Let's continue working towards our goals, and remember, decisions like these are never easy."

“I understand sir.” Jonathan’s aim for talking with Mr. Hill privately was so he could assume the position of Mike as former COO. But Mr. Hill wasn’t in a rush to fill that position in just yet.