Yvette's POV“The client is waiting, Yvette. Don't fucking mess this up!” My boss hissed into the phone.“I'm almost there, sir,” I breathed, running as fast as my legs could carry.For the past five years after a fatal accident from which I lost my father and had my membership as a gymnast terminated because of broken bones, I'd had to do everything to survive while schooling.However, when I thought heaven would somehow smile on me and all my efforts, my mum discovered she had cancer. Since the last two years, life has proven that a nine to ten has nothing to offer. So I dropped out from school and used the day to work different shifts as a bartender, cleaner, retailer and child caregiver.At night, I stripped.The only ones who could guarantee I get money huge enough for my mum's surgery, got wasted here. They're cruel for overlooking youths desperate to work decently whereas they'd spend freely on a whore. Don't get me wrong though.I didn't fuck them.I just strip for them.Howe
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