Running (baby daddy series #2) {COMPLETED}

| 1 | My life

    My life has changed significantly since I left my old life. As I mentioned earlier, I now work in a profession that doesn't include any kind of respect, whatsoever. Do I like what I do? Not under any circumstances! Will I keep doing this for my kids to have food on the table? To my last breath! There's nothing I wouldn't do for them. Even though my sweet boys have grown almost are at their sixth birthday. The time has certainly flown by. They still have the same energy as when they were babies, but the upside now is that they understand what I'm saying to them. Now they talk in mouths with each other all the time...

It's hard to understand what they are saying when all of them are talking at the same time. I still wonder about their father sometimes and I have searched my brain to try to remember what he looked like or at least what his name was. No results there. Anyhow, the boys are enjoying themselves in kindergarten and like to play with the other kids. All three of them are incredibly intelligent and were early with everything from walking to eat real baby food. Every day they tell me how much they love me, that warms my heart every single time. When I'm sad or worried, they wipe my tears and tell me that they will make everything good again. 

    Funny, considering that it should be the other way around. I'm their mother, which means that I'm supposed to protect them. But how can I say that to those three pairs of puppy eyes? If it makes them happy to think that they can protect me, that's what's going to happen. I haven't had as much luck when it comes to friendship as my boys though. There are a couple other women at the strip club that I talk and joke with, but I wouldn't consider us as friends. Even if I had friends, I would not have time to spend with them. All my waking time I spend with my kids and I enjoy every single moment I have with them.

"Mommy, Fi is crying again!" Noah yells from the living room.

    Oh, I didn't tell you? After I left, I found out that I was pregnant again, with Damien's baby. I sent him a letter, telling him about it. I got a girl that time, a mini me. She has the same blue eyes and dark hair as I have. The boys are super protective when it comes to their little sister. No one gets to come too close. She is four years old, will be five later this year. The boys were around six months old when I left with them. There's roughly one and a half year between them. Surprisingly, they have never asked me about their father. Neither one of them.

"I'm coming, baby!" I shout from the kitchen and walks towards Fiona's bedroom. 

She is crying and shaking when I walk inside.

"Aw, baby girl. Why are you crying, huh? Mommy's here."

"Boogie man." she answers.

I coo in her ear and hug her. We walk into the living room where Noah, Caleb and Darby are coloring. Caleb hugs Fiona and kisses her on her little chubby cheek.

"It's okay, Fi. Look what I colored for you!"

He shows her a picture of a castle with a princess in front of it.

"That's you." he says and points at the girl.

    Fiona giggles and now when I know that she is okay again, I put her down on the floor. She sits down with her brothers and draw something on a paper. The front door opens and Brianna walks in, she's my babysitter when I work evenings.

"Hi everyone! Are you ready for an evening of fun?"

    The four on the floor screams 'yes' in unison. They loved to be with Brianna, which made it so much easier every time I had to leave them behind. My guilty conscience was eating at me every time I stepped out from the apartment and got to work. Unfortunately, kindergarten isn't open in the middle of the night. I was lucky that someone could watch them when I weren't there. Brianna's grandchildren lived in Italy since many years with their parents, that's why she agreed to watch them. She spoils them rotten, which I don't like, but I can't snap at the only person in my life who is helping me. 

"Hi Brianna, I will be back around three or four. You can take my bed if you get tired, that couch isn’t good for your back." I say while putting all my things in the purse.

"Hush posh, there's nothing wrong with the couch. Besides, you are going to be tired when you get home. You will need your bed and a good night's sleep before getting up with these little monsters." she says and tickles Darby's side.

"Please, take the bed. I'll take the couch."

"We will see. Did they have dinner?"

"Not yet the lasagna is in the owen. It should be done any minute."

"Alright kids, all of you go out in the bathroom and wash your hands"

"Yes, grandma!"

They ran away to wash their hands without complications. They called her grandma since I got to know her. She held them when they were babies and got attached to them. The smell of soap spreads in the air and a second after that, all four of them comes tumbling back.

"Let me see your hands." I say and they show me, all clean. "Such good angels I have. Mommy needs to leave for work, but I will see you in the morning. Alright?"

"Do you have to go mommy?" Noah asks me with a pout.

"I'm sorry baby, but yes I have to." I kiss him on his forehead before continuing to kiss the others. "Mommy loves you all very much, be good to grandma and we'll see each other in the morning."

"Bye mommy!" they shouted in unison.

    I closed the door and walked hurriedly to the elevator. It was Friday night, which meant lots and lots of costumers. All the CEO's, businessmen, Wallstreet exchangers and all the other filthy rich men were going to be at the club tonight. Which meant that I would earn a lot of tips if I behaved. That was my biggest disadvantage, my temper. I didn't like what I was working as, I also couldn't shut up when some men thought that they could call me 'w***e' and touch me whenever they liked just because they were the costumers. My mouth always made them shut up or get furious, there were no gray zone there.

    Men like these were used to having things their way and expected others to obey what they commanded. I'm not the submissive type and I do not bow to anyone. I'm my own person and even though I work as a stripper, that doesn't mean I don't deserve respect. Many often forget that although we are lower on the social ladder, we are ultimately people who also have feelings, opinions, and thoughts. We are expected to be hard-skinned considering everything we must listen to and experience, but we can also break. We have limits just like everyone else, somewhere along the way others seem to have forgotten about it.

    I go in the back door and I get met by Freddie, our guard. He nods and smiles at me in greeting. I smile back and go into the locker room to change into my costume. We have theme nights on Fridays and sometimes it is some rich dude who have wishes about what a particular woman should wear during the evening. Apparently, someone has asked me to wear a sexy bunny costume on me that doesn't leave much to the imagination. The minimal tight skirt even has a small ball tail. As if the humiliation was not already enough, apparently, I will also have rabbit ears on my head.

    I sigh but get dressed in the suit. There were regulations here that if you give private dances during the evening, then panties and bras are not allowed. Unfortunately, I'm a private dancer tonight, which means I'm going to have to wear a tight tube top in cheat sheets that shows when my n*****s are erected by the cold that always exists in the venue. We have asked the owner again and again that he must fix the air conditioner, but according to him, it is not needed because customers usually think it is too hot. Is it really strange then when they are fully dressed and, moreover, have someone else's body in their lap? We are always almost naked when we work, of course we freeze more easily.

"How's the evening?" I ask Freddie when I get out of the room and put on the sky-high heels.

"There's a lot of drunk and rich bastards here if that's what you mean. Some hot shot is here tonight which has got all the girls trying to get into the VIP part, even though the men in there have not decided yet who will get it."

"In other words, is there something creep up there and who's choosing between us as if we were cattle?" I ask annoyingly with a raised eyebrow and hand on the hip.

"Pretty much, yeah. Look, there's much more people here than it usually are. Be careful, okay? If someone's bothering you, tell me or one of the others."

"Okay, thank you." I answer and smile before walking into the announcer’s room.

    The announcer tells who is walking on the scene and who's dancing at the pole. There's always much problems at the scene, which is why we are only working one by one at the pole. Before we were several girls at the same time, but that made the guards jobs much harder. This was the best solution really.

"You ready, Sinful rabbit?" he asked me.

Yup, you read that right. My nickname in this club is 'Sinful'. But this evening, I'm also a rabbit so... Yeah. I nod my head and he yell out in the microphone while I prepare to walk out.

"And now, our number one girl. Sinful rabbit!"

    I walk out in the most seductive way I can muster. Like a snake I weave myself up and down in front of them horny men in the armchairs below the stage. I put my thumbs in the sides of the panty line and move them down a little bit before I pull them up again. I turn around and roll the bottom of my body causing my butt to move in soft forms. The men give me catcalls and yells all sorts of compliments for my dancing skills. I may not have worked here long, but the announcer was not wrong when he said that I was number one here, I am. All my clients were always happy and satisfied after our encounters.

    I finish my dance and walk down from the stage. My panty line and top are filled to the brim with money. I put them down in my bag before returning. The bartender is waving me to the bar where he hands me a tray full of drinks that I'm supposed to distribute to the costumers spread in the room, which I do without complaining. Even if I did, I still had to do it if I wanted to keep my job. The owner suddenly walks up to me and motions for me to follow him. He stops in the corner where the noise isn't as bad.

"They want you up in the VIP lounge. Bring champagne and three glasses. And for god's sake, behave yourself!"

    I sigh and walk up to the bar. I give the bartender my instructions and he immediately put the requires items on my tray. My stomach is in turmoil, I never like to be picked for the VIP lounge. Mainly because nine out of ten times, I'm the one who gets chosen. That makes the other girls jealous and that jealousy brings drama. I walk up the stairs and steps inside the lounge.

"Good evening, gentlemen. I'm sinful and I'm your pick of the evening. Here's the champagne and glasses you asked for." I say in a monotone voice, without looking at the men.

I need to look at them, I know, but that's always hard for me. I don't know why. But in the end, I do. and what I see scares the living s**t out of me.

"f**k!" I scream before running away.