Haley accepts the offer

The next night, Haley arrived at the nightclub with her heart pounding in her chest. She was greeted by one of Jamal's men, a burly man with an uncompromising air about him.

“Follow me,” he said gruffly, leading her through the crowded club to a back room.

There Haley found a row of changing rooms, each equipped with a vanity mirror and a clothes rack. The man handed her a skimpy outfit, a skimpy bikini that left little to the imagination.

“Put this on,” he said. “You'll be on stage in ten minutes.”

Haley looked at the skimpy outfit in her hands and felt a wave of fear wash over her. She had never worn anything like this in public in front of strangers and she felt completely exposed. But she knew she had no other choice. She had to do this if she wanted to get her weed from Jamal.

She changed quickly, slipped into the bikini and tied the laces as tightly as she could. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, then followed the burly man onto the stage.

The club was dimly lit, and pulsing strobe lights flashed in time with the music. Haley felt her heart race as she stepped into the spotlight, the glare blinding her. She could see the shadows of people moving in the darkness, their eyes fixed on her.

She began to dance, moving to the music in a way that felt clumsy and awkward. She had never been a good dancer, and she felt insecure as she gyrated her hips and shook her body.

The audience didn't seem to mind, though. They hooted and hollered, their eyes glazed over with lust and desire. Haley felt a wave of disgust wash over her, but she pushed it aside. She had to do this if she wanted to get her weed.

When the song ended, Haley breathed a sigh of relief. She had survived her first striptease, and she was still in one piece. But she knew she still had a long night ahead of her, and she wasn't sure if she could get through it.

As she left the stage, the burly man handed her a wad of cash. “Good work,” he said gruffly, “keep it up.”

Haley took the money and felt a mixture of shame and pride. She was a stripper now, **** into this life by her need for weed. She didn't know how much longer she could take it.