Another shift at the strip club

The next night, Claire and Haley found themselves back at the strip club preparing for their performance. They had made the decision to join Jamal's gang and become strippers, and now they had to face the consequences of that decision.

As they were getting changed, they noticed a familiar face in the changing room. It was Jessica, their fellow stripper from the previous night.

“Hey girls!” Jessica greeted them with a big smile. “I'm so glad to see you again. I thought I'd never see you guys here again.”

Claire and Haley exchanged a look. They had hoped to avoid Jessica after the **** incident the night before.

“Hey Jessica,” Haley said hesitantly. “Listen, about last night...”

Jessica waved her hand dismissively. “Don't worry about it, sweetie. I know what it's like. You just had a little fun, that's all.”

Claire and Haley exchanged a look, unsure of what to say.

Jessica must have sensed their hesitation, because she quickly changed the subject. “Hey, I have something that will make our night even more fun. Check this out.”

She pulled a small bag of white powder out of her handbag and held it in front of them.

“Coke?” Claire asked, her eyes widening.

“Yes, baby! That's the good stuff. You girls want to join me for a little pick-me-up before we go on stage?”

Claire and Haley hesitated for a moment, but soon they couldn't resist the lure of the ****. They each took a line and the effects were immediate. They felt energized and excited, and the fear and anxiety they had previously felt disappeared.

When they took the stage, they felt more confident and liberated than ever before. They danced and twirled for the audience, feeling the effects of the cocaine coursing through their veins.

As the night progressed, Claire was approached by one of Jamal's gang members. He was a tall, imposing figure with a cold, hard look in his eyes. She knew she couldn't resist him, so she followed him into a private room at the back of the club.

The room was dimly lit and filled with moans and heavy breathing. The man sat down on a chair in the center of the room, and Claire knew what she had to do.

She began to dance, slowly and sensually, moving her body in time with the music. The man watched her with a hungry look, and she could feel his gaze on her body.

She moved closer to him and pressed her hips against his as she danced. She could feel him getting aroused and she knew she had to keep going. She reached out and touched him, running her hands over his chest and stomach.

He reached for her and pulled her close to him. She could feel his breath on her neck and knew she was in danger.

“You're mine now, bitch,” he growled in her ear. “You'll do anything I tell you.”