Strippers Hero

By Jay Lucas

Shanell is a black stripper having a bad week when she learns she is about to be evicted. Her car is stolen and her savings is gone with it. Her only option to to take a bachelor party in hopes to gain enough money to get her life on track. It was suppose to be a simple party but it turned into a living nightmare as she is about to get gang raped only to be saved by her hero. As Shanell tries to reward her hero with a dance she soon finds herself wanting to reward her white hero with something more. She soon finds you that her hero is the man that saved her is the man she wants to give everything too now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jay Lucas
• Release date: Apr 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005883010

Jay Lucas

A story teller for interracial, impregnation, romance and hot steamy sex.

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Strippers Hero

By Jay Lucas

Copyright 2021

Publish by Smashwords

Interracial Romance

Shanell Jackson walked up to her apartment and saw the white paper taped to her door like she was being kicked while she was still down. She did not even have to read it before already knowing that Ashanti did not pay the rent. She quickly remembered all the times her mother would drag her from place to place when the rent was not paid, and that white sign of defeat brought back those memories with anger.

The anger grew so that her purse became a weapon against the couch as it was thrown hard like a pitcher trying to strike out a batter. She knew this was the last time she gave money to her roommate for something she could have done herself. The two bedroom apartment was a splurge that her friend said they could afford if they split the rent.

Storming downstairs to the manager's office, she gathered her emotions the best she could. She still needed to get ready to go to work, and the paper in biology needed to be typed up as well. The light in his office was on, and she knew it was just the matter of figuring out how to come up with the money.

Excuse me, Mr. Harris. I was just trying to find out how many months I am late. I told my roommate to pay last week, and I guess she never got around to it. Shanell knew it was a lie the moment it came out of her mouth. Ashanti either spent it on drugs or gave it to her loser boyfriend Dashawn.

Mr. Harris was an old raggedy man with balding grey hair. He was quite rotund, and his large, fat belly made it difficult for him to do anything other than waddle up and down the halls. Shanell knew that he hated her and Ashanti and was trying to get them out. Ashanti did not make a case for them to stay in his good graces by parading her boyfriend around as he looked like he could pimp on some occasions. She knew she needed to play nice if she was going to save her apartment.

You're two months behind. I need the back rent plus next month's rent if you want to stay. And I need it by Monday.

That's twenty three hundred. I can't get that much money by Monday, Shanell replied, trying to sound polite while feeling her world was now collapsing. The anger at Ashanti was the only thing keeping the tears from flowing.

I guess you and your other stripper friend need to find another place to live, he answered back with an almost smug smile on his old face.

Shanell hated when someone brought up her profession. She knew she was a stripper and made no attempt to correct people by saying she was an erotic dancer. The real pain came from her knowing her grandmother would not talk to her because she knew about her stripping.

Even when she told people that she was in college, and that stripping was just to pay the bills, it was not enough to sway opinions. The whole act of changing her life around was in hopes she could finish college. She listened to other girls talk about breaking free with all the money they earned, but Shanell knew it was all bullshit they told themselves to lessen the blow of who they really were.

The fear of falling into the routine of being a lifelong stripper forced her to go broke each semester with her tuition. With her mother in jail and her grandmother not speaking to her, the trap of moving to an escort service was closer than she ever wanted it to be. The city life of living in the projects was also new as her grandmother had shielded her from that when her mother was arrested.

Shanell knew she had to get ready for work, but also felt rattled by everything that just went down with Mr. Harris. She hated him from the moment she moved in, but it was the only place she could afford. Even with Ashanti paying half the rent and utilities, the budget was always stretched thin.

Shanell thought about a solution while putting on her makeup and flat ironing her long hair straight. She also needed to vent and release the anger and frustration built up inside of her. She felt both hurt that she was needing Ashanti to pay half the rent, and fucked over that two months of her money was stolen by her. She thought of her as a friend, but also knew not to trust her with certain things. She regretted even letting her take the money last month, but did not think she was going to screw her over like this.

She looked in the mirror to admire her works as her caramel skin gleamed with perfection. She recalled her friends in school wanting to play sports, while she loved the attention she got from dressing up. Although not jealous that her older sister was taller, she was content with being five inches about five feet, and having better hair.

Shanell stood up and made sure her breasts, and long dark nipples were properly dosed with perfume and a small amount of glitter before putting on a bra to cover