Codeine || Interracial JB

Chapter 1 \\ I Can't

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"I can't, I'm working."
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July 21, 2017 || 8:45 PM
Victoria's POV

I have never felt so drained in my entire life. All I wanted to do was just sleep and let the next day roll in. Could I do that? Sure, if I wanted to lose my job. I'm a bartender at Phantom, a club in New York, where I also dance. By dance, I mean pole dance. I wouldn't call myself a stripper because my attire makes me look like a saint compared to the half-bare and all bare girls that work the pole and stage. I only dance when the owner, Rico wants me to, which is usually for punishment. I don't see how because I like dancing, but it's whatever. Sometimes I try to get in trouble because I get paid big money when I'm on stage so jokes on him.

Anyway, what was I saying? Oh, right. I felt like complete and utter shït because last night after my shift was over, my bestfriend Sofia decided to get me drunk. I mean intoxicated beyond belief. We went to another club because Rico was watching me like a hawk and I would've gotten fired for acting like a nuisance, although I wasn't working. Last night I was a mess to say the least. Sofia only thought it was a good idea to party considering it was Friday. T.G.I.F. did not apply to me whatsoever because I had to work the next day. Well, I worked everyday except Fridays and it really sucked sometimes. Although, the guys who came in and sat at the bar made my nights quite interesting.

"Puta, get up. You know if you're not on time then Rico is going to make you dance," Sofia yelled at me from the kitchen of our studio apartment.

"So what? He might as well just make me a permanent dancer. I get a lot more money working a pole than a bottle."

Sofia's head poked into my room, "Do you want to walk? I have to leave like now."

"I'm up," I stretched my arms to the ceiling as I let out a squeal. I slept during the day since I worked at night. "Can you get my tank? It's hanging over the back of the kitchen chair." She didn't budge, just looked at me like I had grown another head. "Please!"

"You better have your shorts on by the time I come back," she said as she headed to the kitchen.

I walked over to my closet to get a pair of black spandex shorts before putting them on. Then I took off my shirt and threw it in my hamper.

"You have five more minutes!" Sofia warned, throwing my top at me. "Oh, wow. Your boobs look nice, where'd you get that bra?" she smirked as she took notice of the black-laced bra I was wearing.

I pulled the red tank over my head, "It's yours."

"No shit. You're always wearing my bras and making them look good. I really hate you for that," she muttered as I walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth and apply my make up, which consisted of foundation, false lashes, eyeliner, and clear lip gloss.

"I have nice perky titties, that's why."

"Yeah, okay. No need to rub your goods in my face."

I laughed as I fixed my hair up into a bun before spraying on my favorite perfume, Flowerbomb. Literally the only perfume I wore because it smelled so good! "I'm not a lesbian."

Her eyes rolled so hard that I thought they were going to fall out. "You're such a little shït."

"Takes one to know one, puta," I grinned as I walked past her to the living room. I held onto the top of the leather couch as I slipped on my black heels. Then I grabbed my keys from the granite kitchen countertop. "I'm ready."

"I know, Vicwhoria," she joked. "Remember when that prissy bïtch in high school called you that because you had sex with the guy she liked. That was hilarious."