Chap.1

Tonight was going to be a long night at club E11EVEN Miami I thought as I shut my car door, making sure to lock it. My heels echoed through the alleyway as I made my way to the front entrance, giving Jim, the head security guard at the door, a small nod. He mimicked my gesture back with a smile and removed the rope for me, then closed it back behind me. I rushed to the back where the lockers were. Music blasted my eardrums with tempo beats. I glanced up at the digital clock on my nightstand, rolling my eyes. "Five minutes". I muttered to myself. I quickly started to get dressed, thankful that I did decided to shower at home instead of here to save me some time. I gently shoved on my work clothes, which consists of a simple black leather push up bra, with laced panties, and a black flare leather mini skirt. I fluffed out my burgundy curly hair once more after buckling my white platform stiletto pumps. I checked my appearance once more, taking a minute or two to breath before I went out to perform.I hear my name as the DJ screams over the music, "Now coming to the stage, Ms. Cleeeeeeooo...". I heard fainted claps and whistles. I smiled a little, those were my regular customers. Cleo isn't my real name. It is just a stage name we have to use to protect our real identity from possible kidnappers or creeps. My real name is Ma'Kayla and I am 21, for any worry-some fans out there. Backstory time. Cue the flashback.****

My life was good honestly, still is. I was in college, working in the office, as a straight A student. Typical goody-two-shoes, or however the saying goes. At the time I had a lot of spare time on my hand so I ended up joining the college basketball team.. go wildcats. Annnd that's when I met the man who turned this good girl bad. Cameron Brown. He was like the tornado, tore me away from everything that felt familiar, leaving me with nothing but the damage to repair. Cameron Brown was the worst thing that ever happened to me. I wish I would have seen it back then. I was the good little square who for once wanted excitement and to be free, and he seemed to have plenty to give. He showed me things I had never seen before, done before. I felt free around him, not like some caged little kid he needed to babysit. But then he started to reveal his true colors, then it got rough. I was the pretty girl hanging on his arms to distract his competitors, so that he could close on easy deals. Cameron was the hottest boy in school. Most mysterious. Most feared. He knew people and things he should not have for someone who just turned 18. Cameron was women-izer. I can remember all the drama he started because too many had a night with him. I am sure he was discrete but after a few girls heard of his proficient sexual talents, I'm sure others girls couldn't wait to see for themselves. Cameron was good looking so I could see why everyone fell for his slutty ways. He was fairly 6'3, your typical star quarterback, caramel toned complexion with blue-greenish eyes, light freckles that sprinkled across his nose, his jet black hair always neatly cut with a fresh fade and waves, pearly-white smile, tattoos all across his neck and arms... just all around handsome. At the time I was the awkward girl with the high ponytail and books tightly folded in her arms to hide my chest area. But then he met me, someone who wasn't so willing to give him what he wanted so easily, and he craved that. A girl with ambition, drive, fire. When we first started dating, he was... surprisingly sweet, thoughtful and very much a gentlemen. He always opened my door, brought me flowers, showed me beautiful hill-top views, brought me home at an appropriate time, kissed my forehead, and never once begged to come in. Growing up, I had those 'be home before the before the street lights came on' type of strict parents. He understood that but still made sure our time together was fun. He was so willing to wait for me so of course, I fell in love. I was so blindly in love I didn't realize I was letting him talk me into being completely dependent on him. First, it was small things like skipping class, then skipping days entirely to go hang out with him and "take care of business". Then he started to encourage drugs and partying. One time I even let myself get arrested for him so he didn't compromise his business deal. Of course he bailed me out. I had a job, always kept one so I wasn't completely depending on him. We were so deep in the business, I hadn't realized that we were the one dishing out the drugs to the dealer serving my dad, and when my mom found out I was responsible, she was so mad. But she was livid when I told her that I was almost two months pregnant with his baby. She told me to move all of my things out her house and don't look back.. ever. The little money I made, literally went all towards bills and food. It seemed like I was taking care of us without even realizing it. Before I knew it, he had left me for some rich white porn star because she could provide more than I could for both of them. Eventually, the stress of working so much and overall, heartbroken caused me to lose our child. Ever since, I've been on my own and honestly could not be more at peace and content with my life. I am making more than three months worth a paycheck in one night.****

I swayed slow and seductively to the music, fully allowing myself to feel the beat. Whenever music plays, I always somehow put myself in a trance. I forced my past back down the rabbit hole and decided to find someone in the crowd to focus on. One of the other dancers came onto the stage with 'Oli the snake'. Once she was close enough, Oli began to align himself with my arm and slithered up my arm, stretching himself out. Oli was an adopted snake who was saved from a petshop fire. They took his fangs out when he was a baby. Oli was a yellow with white scales and silver eyes. He was super cute.