Stella Marie is a young 19-year-old woman who works as a stripper at a club in NYC.
She's been raised at the orphanage home after her parents left her since they couldn't afford any of her needs.
Stella has no idea who her parents are, but she sto...
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(Brianna Harley) ~~~~~~~~~~~
Music filled the entire room, middle-aged men and young guys, holding beers in their hands while throwing money on the stage. Lights flashes everywhere
I shut my eyes when it flashed, it was giving me a headache
I placed my hand on the cold doorknob and walked inside the female's room. I shut the door behind me and the music became muffled, but at least I was alone
I took off my mask
I caught my breath and walked over to my table, pulling the seat out as my exhausted body slumped in the chair. I've been working a full shift today just to earn money and tips, but luckily it finally ends.
I looked down at my red hands and began massaging them gently, I hissed at the pain and tried to be more gentle
I grabbed the cream out of my bag and applied it to my hands. I looked up in the mirror and saw myself in the reflection
The face that every guy wants to see, or even a glimpse of.
I was tired of wearing the makeup on my face so I grabbed a cotton pad and began wiping it away while not taking my eyes off the mirror
Since I escaped the orphanage home, part of me became free. Free from the abuse, rules, and orders that the women are doing to us.
I spent my entire childhood inside that horrible house and I never dreamed of going back to that place again.
But now I'm a woman... and they can't take me
My real face shows in the mirror. My large dark brown eyes that hold unspeakable words, my natural plump lips that I always bite whenever I'm nervous or anxious.
The girls always told me to stop doing it, but I couldn't help it. My red rosy cheeks have freckles everywhere on my face
And my long, wavy dark brown hair.
I'm glad that the club I've been working for provides dancers with masks so we can hide our identity from the males.
But I was cut off from my thoughts when the door opened and my boss for 4 years, Frank walked in.
But he stopped in his tracks when his gaze locked with mine in the mirror, I noticed that his breath hitched and he froze when saw my face
I looked down and chuckled
" don't act like it's your first time seeing my face " I said and threw the dirty cotton in the trash can.
Frank laughs and slowly walks towards me
standing behind my chair and placing his both hands on my shoulder
His hands were rough, and it kinda made me uncomfortable since I hadn't changed my clothes yet. I look up into his eyes in the mirror and he smiles at me
