Poles and Holes

Katie bent over, showing her ass to her Black client at the strip club. She twerked, grinding her round ass against his cock, feeling it grow against her.

She'd moved to Atlanta eighteen months ago, the day after she turned 18. She didn't apply to college, much to her mother's consternation. Instead, she went on the run with her boyfriend, Darnelle. And she'd be gradually sinking into a life of pure debauchery. From working at a real estate firm, to working at a fast food joint, to stripping, to a mix of stripping and being pimped, by her boyfriend, who was now more pimp than boyfriend. She looked over at him, getting a lap dance from a Black girl.

"How much for some head?" the client asked.

Darnelle made eye contact with her, gesturing that she better be making money.

"Fifty," Katie said. "Out back."