What Would You Do: Chapter One

Jizzy

Senovia.

That’s the name I was given.

Jizzy…that’s the name I go by.

Head game so tight that a nigga couldn’t stand it. Two seconds flat and I have him calling out my name, screaming out proposals, promising the love is real, swearing he would make me an honest woman. A real woman. Fuck that shit…I am what I am.

I wasn’t made for this life, but I damn sure didn’t have a problem adapting. Hard times call for desperate measures. That’s what they say, anyway. Times ain’t really all that hard for me, and I damn sure ain’t desperate, but these were just the cards that I was dealt. And I always play my hand to win.

“Jizzy, you ready?”

“Hell, yeah, bitch. I just hope they are ready for Jizzy.” Kandy laughed when I winked at her. Out of all the other strippers in the club, she was the only one that I could call a friend. We came in together the same way.

Both of us entered the strip club as inexperienced little girls trying to get through college. As soon as we found that we got more money stripping than we ever would sitting on a job working a 9 to 5, we were done with school.

Not only that, but half of the time my professors or classmates were in the club. There was no way to hide my lifestyle, so I just decided to own it. Shortly after dropping out, I met Jace. That’s when my life totally changed. He taught me how to double my cash, by doubling the pleasure. Since then nothing’s been the same.

“There you go with your big-headed ass. Damn, I was just trying to check on ya,” Kandy sighed as she turned and dropped her favorite piece of jewelry into her locker. It was a gold ring with her initials on it that she said she got from her mother.

I looked over at her as she tried to jiggle her ass into the tiniest thong that I had ever seen. Her ass was the size of two of mine and she had about a nine-inch waist. Her body was to die for and that’s what kept her clients coming.

Me, on the other hand, I had a smaller frame but I was still curvy. I was chocolate brown with long black hair that I had dyed light brown at the tips. People always asked me if I had Indian in me or if I was wearing a weave. I guess they thought that black bitches couldn’t grow hair.

“You know I stay ready, Kandy. We doing this number together or not?” I asked as I looked at myself in the mirror. Everything was on point. I had on a purple bra with tassels and the smallest pair of purple shorts that I had ever seen. They covered pretty much nothing at all and that’s exactly how I needed it. I paired my outfit with some white, thigh-high boots and fixed my hair by pushing it all to one side to allow the curls to dangle down the left side of my face.   

“Let’s do this shit together. We bout to take all these hoes’ money for the night,” Kandy said loud enough for all the other chicks in the room to hear. They looked up, but they knew better than to say a word. Kandy and I brought in the most money, so we ran shit for all they knew. Trelon and Jace owned the club and if any of these hoes started getting ideas of being messy, they would be on the street.

Kandy was messing around with Trelon and I was with Jace. Kandy swore that all they did was fuck. She was quick to say that it wasn’t love and never would be. I didn’t buy it though. I saw the look that she got in her eyes when he came around and I knew she was caught up, she was just too afraid to admit it. Trelon had fucked many niggas up for messing with her, too, so everybody figured they were pretty much together. The only people who didn’t know were them.

Jace and I had a special relationship. I was his woman and I didn’t see that changing ever. He stepped to me back when he and Trelon first bought the club. The old manager had pretty much run the club into the ground and Beyoncè herself couldn’t dance on the damn stage to save it. He was just bad business and nobody wanted to fuck with him.

When Jace came in, he met with me privately and told me that I was the one with the most potential and he knew that he could make it so I was making double, even triple, what I was making currently. I heard him out and decided to give his idea a try.

From then on, he started booking appointments for me to meet with some of our clients after hours, provided they had the cash on hand. At first, I was afraid to do it, but after a few one-on-one sessions with Jace, I was ready to go. Plus, he told me that it was what he needed me to do to keep the money coming in. So, I did as I was told because I loved him.

“It’s game time,” I said to Kandy before patting her softly on the ass. She tousled her short hair a little and checked herself out once more in the mirror before turning around to follow me out the door and to the stage.