Aubrianne Ivanov POV
I even saw the grocery store owner where I worked on a separate occasion. Though with him, I did not feel the dread I felt with my English teacher. He and I even shared a few words, and he even paid for a lap dance when he asked me if this is where I work now, and I told him yes! The money was better.
"Ha," I laughed to myself. What an experience both encounters were.
Now, Jada and I met when, in walked Jada one night with two other girls, Kylynn and Ena. They were all glitter and glamour in the highest pairs of heels I had ever seen.
Each, in their pretty little outfits, Jada in her sexy leopard print dress reaching just below her butt cheeks, her toned sexy legs on full display, her beach blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun, her face done to perfection, her skin glowing. And her beautiful grey eyes stared at me as she whispered something to who I knew now as Kylynn.
They laughed lightly, then Jada came up to the counter as it was their turn to cash out the commodities they picked up. Some condoms, mints, random snacks, and a bottle of Bourbon.
When our eyes made contact as I cashed the condoms, she giggled, "that's so my arse doesn't get pregnant like Ena here."
I could not help but smile back as her smile was infectious. "Protection is always better than cure any day, anytime," I said, still smiling.
"Isn't that right? Hi, I am Jada. This is Kylynn," she says while pointing at the girl she was whispering to, "and this is Ena, whom you already know is pregnant" she smiles again as she motions to Ena.
Kylynn was slightly shorter than Jada's five foot seven inches height average minus the heels, jet black hair and hazel eyes with gold flecks, petit, but very sexy, and Ena' the expecting one' had long fire-red hair cascading down her back with a pair of a beautiful shade of sea green doe eyes, she is gorgeous I thought at the time, they all were.
I stopped staring and responded, grinning with a slight blush, "Hi! I am Aubrianne. Nice to meet you, girls".
"I love your hair; it's so full and beautiful!" she says while making grabby hands. Then went on, "Gosh, I simply love it and would love to touch it so bad, can I? And you're so pretty, isn't she pretty?" Jada rattled on slightly, turning to get an answer to her latter question from Kylynn while fully beaming and blushing.
"Yes, she is," Kylynn casually approved.
I replied to Jada's former crazy question about touching my hair. "No way!" I exclaimed. "Sorry, I don't let people touch on my hair, especially someone I don't even know but thank you for your kind words though…and you are also beautiful, you all are actually," gesturing to each one of them and politely smiled as I finished ringing up their items.
I then packaged their items, and then they left while waving goodbye. I waved back, smiling cheerfully. Still trying to figure out what it was, but there was something about Jada I gravitated to.
I smiled as I recalled their frequent visits during the following weeks that passed, where we would engage in little conversations learning something new about each other each time, whether it was where we lived, what we did when we got off work, or what they did for a living.
A few more visits later, Jada eventually invited me to the club to watch her dance and check out the place.
One thing led to another, and here I am; I came in just in time to replace Ena. Because of her pregnancy, she stopped dancing and worked the bar instead until it was her maternity leave.
My experience here has indeed been life-changing. I gained a family, and I learned a lot. I remember walking into Triple X for the first time. The place was huge, a warehouse space that was well-designed and decorated on the inside. Stripper Poles on every stage spread across, running straight from the ground to the ceiling.
In front of each stage, there were stools with comfy cushion seating all around. A few stages had chairs around them, and others had substantial-sized half-circle-type sofas.
There were enclosed booth areas also, furnished with a lush comfy sofa and a table. The fully stocked bar ran from one end straight down to the other, stacked with drinks I had never even heard of, a DJ booth off to the right, just a bit off the ground, slightly above everyone.
Oh my, I gasped the first time I entered the dressing rooms. It was clean, with mirrors all along the walls and little dressers divided strategically, and the other area of the dressing room included a bathroom and a wall full of lockers. The bathroom was big enough, with five shower heads lining the wall.
I remember being in awe and overly curious. My curiosity won over my skepticism, which is what got me here in the first place. I mean, this place was just amazing, and I will cherish all the memories made.
Every time I saw Jada, she always dressed to perfection, with the latest styles, expensive shoes, and handbags. The girl looked well put together and on point every time.
When Jada walked into my life, I had just started working at the Grocery store, which was my second job to pay my way through college and living expenses, and I was struggling at that.
Things were very tight between my mom and me, extensively so that my mom took out the bare minimum life insurance coverage. And, after funeral expenses, I wanted to keep the little I had left untouched, for when I start an internship and move, my fingers crossed.
At the time, I had big plans for my life.
So when invited, it took only a little convincing as I was already curious to see what it was all about.
Stepping out of my reverie and standing up, I walk to the side of my dresser, where I can get a full view of myself. Skin shimmering, my eyes roam my body as I take it all in. There was glitter all over my toned legs, curves in all the right places. I twist my body to view my heart-shaped butt.
"I am going to miss you so darn much. Please take me with you. I can fit in your suitcase, pretty, pretty, please?" Jada jest as she stomps into the dressing room, and then she dramatically plops down on a nearby couch and pouts her full gorgeous lips.
Pleased with how I look, I turn to face her, and walking over to her, I flip my hair over my shoulders and reply. "You know I will miss you too, but this is what's next for me."
Sitting, I engulf her in a warm hug. "Besides, we can facetime each other all the time. You can even come to visit me for a weekend."
She pulled back from my embrace, lifted an eyebrow, and said with so much sass, "b!tch I will not miss you that much, and a weekend at that?' She screeched out, 'weekend.'
"Ha, you know that's not gonna happen because momma gots to secure that bag, okay," we laugh and then fall into a peaceful silence.
After a short moment, I reach for her again, "Okay, fine!" Whenever is best for you to visit, you can." Though as I said those words, I felt like my heart was being squeezed in my chest. "Damn, Jay, I will miss you so much."
The thought of leaving Jada really did a number on me. I would be alone yet again and in a new place, starting from scratch and making new friends and acquaintances.
This truly affected my psyche.
After a brief moment, she pushes me away, none of that now, and glances at herself in the mirror, "uh, look at what you did."
I could not help but smile and look at myself as well. Then it was my turn to shout, "uh, look at what You did now, and I have to go on any minute Jada!"
Needless to say, our makeup was both smudged, but thankfully it was waterproof mascara. However, we still needed touch-ups.
I strolled back to where I was seated, dabbed at my eyes, and continued with the rest of the touch-ups as I got myself into the frame of mind needed for my last dance.