Lap Dance Page #2

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the surface of Daddy's bills.

You ever thought

about dancing?

I've been working

over at Hidden Treasures

for a while now.

I could talk to my boss

for you.

Uh, I don't know that Kevin

would ever let me strip.

Why not? Y'all can make

quick money?

Take care of you

and your dad's medical bills.

I don't know.

It sounds kind of dirty,

showing my vajayjay

to a bunch of perverts.

No offence.

Your vajayjay.

It's a topless bar only, okay?

The clientele,

they're not some hood rats.

They're businessmen.

They're executives.

Contractors.

Seriously,

it pays the bills.

Takes care of my rent,

my tuition.

Fills my refrigerator.

Doesn't even include

the perks.

Whatever.

It's not for everyone.

Think about it.

Okay?

Okay.

Thank you.

See you, girl!

Girl, see what

hard work does?

Pays off well.

Hard work, good tips.

What am I thinking?

Monica.

Sh*t.

Monica Moore.

Hey, girl.

Hey!

Hi.

What's going on?

Change your mind?

No, I stopped by

to return the tip.

It was too much.

Come on,

it's not pity money.

Just helping

a girlfriend out.

Seriously, want to come in?

I got a bus to catch.

Really?

Come on, I'll give you

a ride home. Check it out.

Okay.

Okay.

I usually work nights,

but I just have to pick

something up.

You want a drink?

Okay, give me just a minute.

Two for one drinks till Friday night now.

Take it to the ground

Show me that you know how

If you're ready

Let's be out

Take you straight

to the house

Let me open up that

brown, brown...

Up on the main stage...

What's my name again?

Only a thousand

this time?

Just kidding, sweetie.

Don't forget now, I'm only

working nights next week.

Okay, you ready to go?

What's wrong?

I hate the smell

of nail polish.

Is it hard,

dancing for those strange men?

Maybe the first time.

But that's it.

I mean, after that it's,

you know...

What is wrong

with you?

My daddy's latest bill

just came in the mail yesterday.

You really make all that money

by dancing on stage?

Sort of.

Brandy booked

that CSI pilot.

I know I would

have gotten that gig.

You would have.

Sandra said Brandy

screwed the casting director.

I mean, at least if you're

going to have sex,

you might as well get something

out of it, right?

Where is this coming from?

God, I just miss performing.

I mean, at least you can

still write,

even in the midst

of all this.

Why are you being

like this?

I'm just thinking

about Daddy's bills.

Well, when I sell my script,

we're going to have

all the money we ever needed.

But we need money now.

I...

I think I could

make money dancing.

With a dance company?

No.

Tasha showed me around

the club that she works at.

You know...

I mean, at first

it seemed strange.

I was like,

Can this be legal?

But...

after a few minutes, I mean,

it all seemed pretty normal.

You went to a strip club?

I saw a guy just give a chick

$300.

And Tasha said

on the night shift

that you can make

up to $700 or more a night.

I mean, I figure if I danced

every day,

I could make back our 30 grand

in less than two months,

and pay Daddy's bills,

and then maybe even

swing a few flights out to L.A.

for auditions.

Or for you to take

meetings.

Just until things get settled

with Daddy.

And then we'll move out,

you know, as planned.

Drinking muddy water

And sweet, sweet wine

Why would you put it

to the test?

You're going to whip up

such a mess

What in God's green world

were you thinking?

What kind of poison

is your pretty mind drinking?

Well, anything you want

Anything you want

Is yours

All you've got to be

All you've got to be

is sure

What the f***

is this?

Light are off.

Kevin...

Yeah?

I've been thinking

about the club.

I mean, it's not that much

different than acting.

It's just playing a role.

I went topless in two

of your student films, remember?

Besides, it's quick money.

I know this guy at work.

He sells weed on the side.

Quick legal money.

I'm about to lose

my Dad.

What would I do

if you got shot

or landed in jail?

It's not going to happen.

It's just weed.

No. Dancing is the only way

to make money fast.

And you know it.

This isn't just about Daddy.

This is about us.

If we get stuck here,

we'll never leave.

We can try it

for a week.

I promised your dad

I wouldn't let you

give up on your dreams

and while I'm making progress,

you're saving.

And besides, I always wanted

sexy lap dance from my baby.

Okay.

There's got to be

some rules now.

Okay.

There's no dancing at that club

if I'm not there.

What if you're at work?

We'll figure it out.

I'll be there to walk you

to and from the car,

otherwise it's just not safe.

Okay.

And as soon as I've made

enough money, we're out.

Number two, there's no drinking

at that club, all right?

Stay sharp. It's just work.

Number three:

No outside parties,

- VIP.

- Ew.

You think I want some creep

to finger-bang me?

No, just...

just stage

and lap dances only.

Number four:
We don't see

anybody from the club

outside the club.

And number five:

No drugs.

You are the one

that smokes weed.

I do smoke weed.

And lastly...

no turning me down

when I want some good loving.

Okay.

And that last rule

starts right now.

Thank you for being

so open-minded

and wanting to try this.

And I promise

you'll get plenty

of good love-making.

I better get that.

W-W-W-W-Work it, girl

Work it, girl

Your body perfect, girl

Ooh, you a working girl

Twerk it, girl

twerk it, girl

Your body perfect, girl

Ooh, you a working girl

Work it, girl

work it, girl

Your body perfect, girl

Ooh, you a working girl

Twerk it, girl

twerk it, girl

Your body perfect, girl

Ooh, you a working girl

You want to get that?

Uh, no, no. I'm good.

We're good. Sorry.

Still no answer?

No.

So, what? If he doesn't show

you're just not going to dance?

I promised him I wouldn't.

Hmm. Good luck with that.

What does that mean?

Girl, having your man sit

in the club while you dancing?

That's going to throw you

off your game.

Going to put you

on Matt E.'s bad list.

Cost you a high roller.

High roller?

We got a regular client,

well off.

You know,

they're a high score.

You see my girl out there

on stage, Lexus?

She is a top moneymaker.

She got Chicago, girl.

The finest man in the city.

Baby Girl,

you're up in 10.

And you'd better tip out

when you dance here.

What's her problem?

She just mad

because she can't work

that pole no more.

So, you going on?

Um...

I... I apologize.

You know,

I need 30 seconds.

Go ahead.

Uh, hey, babe.

Babe, where are you?

The meeting just started

20 minutes ago.

Did you get the job?

Um, I don't know.

He's just looking

at the storyboards.

Well, I'm on in 10 minutes.

What do you want me to do?

Kevin,

we've been working up for this

the past two weeks.

If I chicken out,

they'll fire me.

Uh...

you know, just...

Just do it.

I'll get there when I can.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Okay. I got to go.

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