Falling For The Stripper

Jasmine was tired she was twenty-two years of age, she hadn't expected herself to be still supporting her twenty-six-year-old boyfriend who was too lazy to do anything. She couldn't do anything because of it such as going to college.

This was her third year financially supporting the both of them yet he never seemed to pass. He didn't do anything besides go to college and whine at her.

She worked a day job at mc Donalds and she had a two-hour break which she had to then go to mizzles a strip club where she worked until three to four in the morning depending on the customers she sometimes had to stay until five in the morning.

In her two hour break, she had to make supper because Miles wasn't willing to help her out with the house chores.

She had dark circles underneath her eyes due to lack of sleep, and Miles didn't sympathize with her. She was lucky to have two days off where she slept and tried to catch up on sleep.

Miles would accuse her of being lazy yet all he did was go to college or he would go out with his friends.

She recalls the argument they had about this subject,

"Miles I work, I am lucky to have two days a month off, I cook, do laundry and I only have Sunday evenings off. I am tired, let me sleep in. "

" You are so selfish, just because I asked for sex, a simple thing."

Jasmine could barely keep her eyes open. She was too exhausted to even do anything.

He had stormed out and went to the living room and blasted the sports channel that she paid for, and the very place they rented.

Miles loved to live comfortably but he didn't want to raise a finger at all. All he wanted to do is sit and be served. She was shocked when he was the one who insisted that she become a stripper so she makes more money.

When she had protested, he said, "You just dance and don't let men touch you. Don't you want me to pass college?"

Jasmine had gone and got the job,

"You have the look and you have that thing, but can you dance?"