New Girl

By Daryl Omar

Do you believe in greatness? Do you believe in true love? What if one's greatness is suppressed by trauma and darkness. What if your true love is half a world away in the arms of another woman? Do you believe your God will form a will and a way?Rumya is a young woman who has moved from the Southern Contin

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Writing Lifestyle
• Release date: Apr 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9781736142554

Daryl Omar

Daryl Omar Shabazz, an American Descendent of Slavery residing and raised in New Jersey. Began writing in the 3rd game and never stopped.

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Dear Amanda,

Becoming a man takes decades, built upon generations of his fathers. Each generation sets to achieve more remarkable feats and set the bar, whether for better or worst.

Dear Mother,

I listened to you. The results are uploading.

Dear Millennials,

This book is out of love and insight, and creativity. Enjoy it fully. It was made for you, an honest story of love and overcoming our darkness.

With regards,

Daryl Omar

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Table of Contents

Short-Sided

Surprise Introspection- The Captain

Homesick

Pecking Order

The Lion’s Den

Layers of Growth

Last Call Litany

A Toast to Tomorrow

Normalcy

New Boss

What’s Deserved- Carmen Cruz

Unrequited

The Show- Carmen Cruz

Karma Cruz

The Next Superpower- The Captain

Life-Line- Morgan Ellys

Epilogue: Solitude

Short-Sided

I never quite considered it within my five-year plan to become a stripper, not in Exigo, Nadia of all places. But when a handsome bachelor opens up a club where all the ballers are popping up, my eyes flashed with opportunity.

Throughout the whole interview process, I didn't so much as catch a glimpse of him. Being asked, questioned, and criticized by his bodyguards and strippers. His General Manager Felix had been testing my mettle and patience for the job ahead. He recalled horror stories and cultural barriers with some of our guests. Some girls were less than secretive about their 'partners’ in the VIP section and what they did for extra money.

When I asked if somebody sold drugs in the club, half laughed. The others swore I was undercover.

I assumed my booty, slim waist, and lovely breasts would get me a job. The women were all beautiful goddesses walking around the floor, bitches in the dressing room, though. I reconciled the difference as Sirens leading men away from their hard-earned money. A few succubi were draining them of everything they were worth, including their dignity.

I could waltz in and be the most beautiful but knew quickly. Many different characteristics would grant me advancement. Most of these girls cared nothing more than drugs, money, attention, and gossip. Even those making the most money were like den mothers, though most of the whispers were about them. None had ambition beyond the pole or bringing in more money. I knew I would surpass them.

I cared nothing for prostituting or stripping. I planned to be stripping for a month. At least until I saved enough to pay off my rent for a year or so. I heard these girls make my rent in a night! Thirty days left until I could move out of my slum apartment. The money could be addictive. I knew that's why most stayed. The attention was intoxicating.

I managed through the line of new applicants. Sitting on the stage as a large man named Felix Rey with a tall Mohawk with blonde tips paced back and forth.

So, I have chosen my favorite candidates. We'll have our boss look through my selections and see if he extends any or cuts the list short. As I said, we're not looking for anyone right now. We simply host these open interviews because the boss likes opportunity, and I like seeing new asses in my face.

He exchanged glances with a few girls whose eyes lit up when they heard about the VIP area.

I raised my hand high.

Uh, yes, hazel eyes, what do you want? Felix let out a sigh pointing to me, You’ve been very mouthy for a recruit.

Excuse me. My name is Rumya Vur. I declare.

He was very rude as a supervisor.

Ha, you already picked a stripper name. That's usually my job. he chuckles, getting the crowd on his side.

My mother named me after my Great Grandmother! The Vurs have defended the Balkans for millennia! I cut my eyes in disdain as their laughter continues. I sat there staring daggers at everyone around me until I gained their silence, For those selected, when can we start?

Felix took a moment looking through his clipboard with a bastard’s grin.

You weren't on my list… So, I'm not sure, but the boss will decide. He rolled his eyes. I like my women a bit more playful. You'll scare off customers.

I'll be on stage, won't I? I say in shock, What the hell do you mean I’ll scare off customers. I came here for a job!

Felix laughed, You thought this was to be a stripper? The Ad only said help wanted. We already have enough girls to work the poles. The dance sheet is full. You are all applying to walk around the tables to see if anyone needs service or drinks. If you're lucky, you'll get some action in the VIP or on the side… if you’re lucky!

Then what was the point of this? I snap at him.

I was sitting here in my bra and panties surrounded by other half-naked women in front of this pervert! I may not be a stripper, and even less for no reason at all? An absolute abuse of power!

As I said, I like to see new asses from time to time. Get tired of seeing the same girls every week. Not to mention getting with them is hard as fuck when they all have Queen-complexes.

Sad, you can't get your dick wet? I scolded, turning the crowd in my favor as the other disgruntled girls were ready to riot.

That's what you recruits are for, or didn’t you know? Boss gets his selection of the vets. We get the pickings of you young vixens. Opportunity comes in many ways. He shrugged as though he had a little issue with the setup. Boss deserves it. He's a good man. He takes care of everybody here, and we aren’t fond of parasites. I'm also not pissing him off by touching one of his girls.

So, what is the VIP section for if you can’t touch it? another girl asks.

Lap dances, but some girls use it to make extra money. We're not in the rooms, so we can't stop it. Boss isn't a fan of prostituting. Most of the girls don't do it to make him happy. Others do it because they know they don't have a chance with him and got bills to pay! He claps his hands, Done asking questions. Let's close this up!

Hold on! I bark.

Felix rubs his temples, what do you want now?

Who is your boss, and why isn't he here? He was the one I dressed up half-naked for, not you.

The others chorused in agreement, the competition wasn’t so desirable, but the allegiance was apparent.

Felix rolled his eyes with a groan as if he’s heard the question thousands of times. He looked at his watch then back at his clipboard.

I don’t know why you girls even wasted my time. If you didn’t know who he was, you wouldn’t be naked right now. It's Morgan Ellys. Obatta’s kid, you all probably never heard of Obatta.

Many of my allies grew silent as he cut right through their intent. I suspected, but I figured this was the best way to make money until a better opportunity came. There didn’t seem to be much in Exigo since the atrocity happened less than a decade ago. I was just a girl hearing stories of the Great Nadia and a teenager hearing about the return of Ecru. Which Balka and much of Maya used to call themselves, but that was centuries ago. It’s crazy how history works.

I know Obatta Sameera… he and his family died in a freak earthquake. So, they say.

There has never been an Earthquake in the whole history of Ecru, besides that one day. Felix sucked his teeth. He was hiding something. Boss keeps to himself. He’s way too old to be Obatta Sameera’s son. There’s more than one Obatta in the world. You’ll probably never even meet the man. Whether he is or isn’t.

You mean he is Morgan Sameera? He was such an adorable baby. I bet our kids would look better. One girl mused under her breath.

Felix spits in anger and disgust, So, all you young thots came to hope on his dick, huh? Sad to be you, he’s out of town in Erdu doing his day job, Erdu where he was born and where he lives. He’s the owner. He’s only here three days a week, and the only time Morgan leaves the VIP area when he is here is only to pry one of your johns off of you. That’s why ya’ll ain’t getting a job. All of you come to be under you, not to work. Clear out. I have some serious interviews for real work in half an hour.

He had some issues, either with me or the admission. Most of the girls began grinning and giggling. Scheming for their position upon Carmen Cruz's man dubbed the Most Elite Bachelor of The Year, a new award she created on her budding show for him.

I couldn't help my smile. Looking up to the actual VIP section overhead, affectionately rumored the Throne room. A glass-plated box with a mysterious staircase overlooking the skyline and the club floor. I've seen pictures of it in a magazine but never up close.

Alright, alright, that's enough. The boss is not interested in none of you. Hurry along now. Little birds fly away. We'll be doing callbacks this weekend. Maybe some of you all will start. For the rest, I'll keep your pictures close to my crotch for safekeeping. Head off! We gotta get set up for tonight. he claps his hands and scatters the girls.

We all move to get dressed. Felix said we would get used to sitting around in our bra and panties. A few girls wore neither and proudly sat around stark naked with their perky muffins out and about. Felix called those girls over to the side to talk. I didn't mind. I didn't need or want Felix's approval.  I hurried off home to cry one-off and have a drink.

Mama always said, Patience is a virtue.

Surprise Introspection- The Captain

The club’s owner is an elusive man who kept to himself and his works usually in another region than others expect—popping up without notice to check on things and manage the bar. Morgan had often caught them at their most vulnerable moments. Around 3:00 pm of a Wednesday afternoon with a quarter of their staff with a surprising clientele flow. A few afternoon work parties to release the midweek steam.

How'd the interviews go, Felix? Morgan had asked, sitting on the floor of the bar hours before opening.

Felix was at the bar mid-sip when the owner patted his shoulder. The bartender had been at the end of the bar turned the other way. If it were some woman's husband, he would be a dead man. Where’s the security? Felix thought, trying to make out the reflection in the mirror behind the bar.

Where's the security? Morgan asked, not moving his hand from Felix's shoulder.

Felix Hernandez had choked on his drink. Staring in the mirror at the only man he held fear of on Gaia. His forehead had become sweaty, and the heat of the fireball did little to calm it. He had nearly forgotten to swallow and was too scared to cough. He struggled through the flaming cinnamon whiskey burning down his throat.

Where's the fireball? Morgan had asked.

I- I- only was taking a few shots, I swear. The bottle is right here. Felix grabbed the bottle and set it down.

He had nearly wanted to pull the bottle back, realizing he had gulped down half the handle.

Pour me a shot, a martini, and a cocktail of your choosing. Morgan had nodded his head.

Felix raised a pencil eyebrow from behind a pair of Gucci shades. He was struggling with a response as his tongue clicked, his eyes pacing, sizing Morgan up.

Eh, you mean now? Felix asked, thinking he might get out with at least stalling, which was his usual control tactic.

You're not doing shit else. Morgan sat down at the bar and then turned to the bartender, How'd the paper go, Lucas?

Lucas Ngabe had started at the bar by chance. He was standing lost one night but seemed to fit in fine. He caught Morgan's attention, and after a quick chat, Lucas went behind the bar and had been coming back since. A student at Nadia Institute of Technology usually strolled through once a week, living in the apartments a block up.

Eh, it's going. I haven't had too much time with it serving, you know? Lucas responds, How's everything with you?

Morgan raised his hand, gesturing he wasn't going to respond to the question.

Do you need fewer hours? I know someone who would love to work doubles. Morgan looked at Felix with a grin, Ha, why isn't Felix back there helping you? As busy as it is in here, you’re sitting on this side of the bar? Get some work done here when it’s slow. There’s a computer in the office through the kitchen. There’s what 0ne- two- three or four parties out there must be a lot of drinks. Why don’t you help Lucas, Felix?

Felix had heard the grenade pin click before he got behind the bar to find two chocolate brown eyes turning a deep crimson red with direct eye contact. Felix knew lying now would be a waste of time. Morgan had asked an immediate question and waited intensely for an answer.

Alright, dead eye, you got me. It’s because I'm a lazy fuck, Morgan. What do you want me to say? Felix groans.

Morgan breaks out laughing, his eyes turning brown instantly. It was one of the few times Felix saw him off his guard. He couldn't help but laugh himself, continuing.

I was going to help, I promise, but sometimes this job is stressful. I need a couple of drinks. I'm sorry, boss. Felix shook his head, pouring a fireball shot, then grabbed the shakers tossing vodka, ice, honey, and locally crafted blue raspberry schnapps with a baby cherry tomato from the same farm, vineyard, and distillery in Graham. I call it The One Night Stand ladies love it, well guys love it for their girls.

I call it the roofie. How much vodka did you put in there, Weinstein? Morgan asked, aggressively holding up the glass.

I figured, hey, you're the boss. You deserve a boss drink. Felix smiled his easy-going smile to a man who was unmoved by the gesture. Where's the love at, man? Felix asked.

With all the extra money you poured in this drink. I'm the boss. Yeah, I might splurge on beer and wings because we have a fridge full that we don't sell, and the beer comes in a fucking keg bought locally. That's a bottle of Water Vodka. Do you know how much that costs?

Felix smirked at the chance to revel in his knowledge of liquor and narcotics.

"It's my favorite drink, of course I know. It’s top-shelf, classic Mayan distilled. This vodka goes smoother than water. They should call it air." Felix giggled, trying to bring back an easy-going vibe.

Morgan looked at Felix then to Lucas, Lucas, if this is top shelf, why was this in arm's reach?

Bro, he told me I just work here and to mind my business, Lucas responds with a shrug setting up a tray of drinks for the server.

Lucas, for now on, this bar is your business and your vault. I do not care who steps back here. The bartender has full and final authority over the bar. Mark that and tell the other bartenders, this comes directly from my mouth. Morgan waves his hand.

Do you want your cocktail? Felix asked.

I'm here to work, not party, Felix try the same before I replace you with a bottle of vodka. That was your inspection and work review. You got a C because of your smile, or else I would fire you. Clean the VIP area. Bring some bleach and gloves. I heard the club was busy this weekend, and a few girls got fired for thotting.

Who told you? Felix asked.

I get the financial reports directly to my watch. It also shows me my calls and a live feed of the security cameras. Morgan taps his wrist showing the Regulator technology designed by Esha, everyone tells on everyone, it's shockingly deceitful. Half the time, I hope you all can figure it out alone, but most times, it's not.

Felix noted that looking around casually at the enemies he had made looking upon the one man, they shared all their loyalty from the interview. He let out a sigh feeling remorseful.

Are you alright, boy? Lucas asked with a wide grin, nudging Felix as he watched as well.

"No, he realized his job is at stake, and I know