The life of a stripper

You took the first day off, just letting yourself sink into Lola's life. She lived in a condo not far from where you did, so it was at least some comfort.

Over the next few days, you found yourself getting used to being Lola quite quickly. The brown pen helped significantly with that. It was almost like acting on autopilot. You completely forgot yourself, truly becoming the stripper.

You started to understand Jimmy as Earl and why he acted the way her did. You truly do become the person, their entire personality affecting everything you do.

You didn't bat an eye as you were called up to the stage, dancing around the poll. You didn't see anything wrong with giving lap dances or taking customers to the champagne room.

You didn't even notice as a week passed by and then another. And another. You completely forgot your true self, becoming entirely Lola. That is until one fateful day.

Your heels clacked on the asphalt behind the club as you made your way to work. Today was one month to becoming Lola, but that fact went over your head. You worked the night shift in nearly every day of the week. Since many strippers had children to take care of, they usually took the evening shifts while you took late night. You definitely were fine with that arrangement. Less annoying men to deal with.

Upon reaching the back entrance, you paused, leaning against the wall and pulling out a joint from your purse. You lit it up, letting the **** take their effect.

You heard the door opening. Turning your head to look at the source, you found another one of your coworkers, Jaqline. She was a gorgeous tiny black girl, which at first reminded you a lot of Jeneane. But by now, you all but forgot about her.

"There you are, gurl!" She commented, leaning against the wall next to you and lighting a cigarette. "You late. You're supposed to be on stage in 20 minutes. Earl finna be mad."

"Don worry bout pops." You replied calmly, finishing up the blunt. "I've got my way with him." Jaqline nodded and took out her phone. You threw away the butt and headed inside.

A few minutes later, you were already changed into your outfit. You passed by Pop's office on your way out to stage, giving him a slight nod and a smile. He returned the favor before going back to counting money.

You waited for your queue before going up on stage. With a seductive smile and a flick of your hair, you started your routine. One thing you learned from being Lola, or rather "Candy" as she is known on this side of the curtain, was how truly souls sucking this job was. The looks of the hungry men on you were dehumanizing, but at some point, you just internalize it, and even start to enjoy it.

You continued with your show, collecting some cash thrown your way. You were nearly done, when all of a sudden, your eyes caught sight of something.

A man, sitting in the corner of the room. He didn't seem out of place. He was tall, buff and dark, dressed in street clothes. But something about him seemed... familiar. But where from? Lola didn't know him...

You finished you dance, giving a wink and blowing a kiss to a few of your regulars as you stepped off the stage and started to make your way to the guy to investigate. The swaying, sultry walk, sticking your hips to the sides, was like riding a bike for you. You reached the man, leaning over him, and running your hands over his shoulders.

"Hey there handsome, you want a dance?" You asked seductively, a master of your craft.

The man smirked suggestively, looking up at you. As his eyes met yours- it hit you. You now realized where you know him from. He was an associate of yours. Your boss, more precisely, the one you muled a lot of **** for back in your old life.

Suddenly, you were thrown back. It was like being pulled out of a trance, the autopilot turning off, and you having to land the plane on your own. You remembered everything, and almost immediately Deion's held back personality attacked. All the disgust and shame in your actions, all the growing resentment for Jimmy for just abandoning you like that... you couldn't believe you became a fucking hooker! You felt so embarassed right now. Candy's personality still existed, but now it was suppressed, which made it very hard to keep the act.

The man smirked, probably seeing the look on your face. He pulled out a hundred dollar bill, holding it between his fingers. "Sure thing sugar. Can we take it to the champagne room?"