Mastermind

By Angelica Westbrook

Growing up with a mother that would rather run the streets than to care for a child, Jazmine Johnson was practically raised by her grandmother, whom she stuck to like glue. Jazmine was always what a lot of people would call sweet and even soft spoken. When her beloved grandmother falls ill, Jazmine finances quickly become very tight and Jazmine is forced to make her own way.
She stumbles into the life of stripping and it doesn't take long for her to become addicted to the fast cash. She even does some things she never imagined she would just to have the things that she needed and wanted.
The fast lane is nice, if you can keep up, but for the impressionable Jazmine things start to move too fast until she feels like she's spinning in circles, one world blurring into another and Jazmine losing herself in the shuffle.
With two different lifestyles pulling her in different directions, will Jazmine make the right decision and come out on top or will the new world she has become such a big part of her life be the thing that brings her life to an end?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Angelica Westbrook
• Release date: Mar 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311783158

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Mastermind

By

Angelica Westbrook

Copyright 2015 by Elite Ink Publishing & Angelica Westbrook

Smashwords Edition Copyright 2015 by Elite Ink Publishing and Angelica Westbrook

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Mastermind

Chapter 1

Arch your back, put your hands on your knees ho. Bounce that ass to my muthafucking beat ho. Bounce that ass, bounce that ass..

The music was blaring from the speakers as I slid down the pole trying to look sexy and focus on not hitting the floor at the same time. This was my third night working at the club and the cash I made the last two days was amazing, but today was Saturday night and I was hoping to double maybe even triple my profits.

Once I reached the bottom of the pole I did a split and began to clap my ass in the face of the fat guy with all the cash that was damn near on the stage with me. I was turned off and he was very unattractive, but all the 20’s and 50’s in his hand had my ass cheeks clapping ways I didn’t know was possible.

As the song ended I gathered my bra top and G-string and exited the stage left while security scooped my money into the bag. I know it sounded cliché but I grabbed my money bag and went to the bathroom to pray to God for making it through another day. I was raised by my grandparents and I know if Grandma Rose saw me she would give me the stern look she gave me every time she was pissed and say her famous line ‘Jazmine, you know better.’ I tried to shake the thought though because tonight my name was Cash and I had to do what I needed to get this money.

The last few nights I had been too scared to go around and do lap dances but I saw a lot of girls clocking quick coins from grinding on a few guys and I had finally built up the courage to try my luck because it was money in the building and I was trying to make it. I changed into a fishnet one piece and stilettos with ribbons that tied damn near up my whole thigh. I put my money in my purse, put my lock back on my locker and headed up the stairs.

As soon as I walked out I saw the fat guy that was throwing all the 20’s heading to the bar so I figured he would be as good a candidate as any because from what I had observed, money wasn’t an issue for him. I walked over and before I could figure out what I should say he grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him…

Rick Ross’ Aston Martin music was playing but I could still hear him whisper in my ear, Hey sexy my name is Shorty. What’s to that lap dance? I got a few dollars and I’m trying to spend it with you.

I was nervous as hell but he pulled a brick of money so big from his pocket that I knew it was show time. I pulled him over to an empty table and began to slowly grind on his dick to the beat. As soon as I started getting comfortable the song changed and fucked up my flow, but once the beat dropped I was in my zone and the song went well with what was currently taking place.

Bands a make her dance

These chicks clapping and they ain’t using hands

I tried to drift off in my own world like I was at home in the mirror and I guessed it worked because before I knew it I had turned around and straddled him. I felt his dick come alive in his Nike joggers and it startled me at first but I just rolled with it as it went from him putting 20’s to 50’s in my G string and the cash just gave me more energy! I climbed off of him and rolled seductively to the floor as I started to wind my ass back up. I made sure to back up close to his face. He was smiling showing all his teeth as he smacked my ass singing along with 2 Chainz.

Let me see you wiggle do it for a real nigga

That shit turned me on. It seemed like the harder his dick got the more money he was giving up. After a while it was like it was just us two in the room. That’s until I heard the music fade out and bottles crashing to the floor as a crowd of people all began running in different directions. I didn’t know what was going on but I was scared as shit. I was black though so I knew if people were running I needed to run as