Amanda's POV

The loud sound blaring from my alarm make me jumped up from my bed. I glance at the small clock beside my bed.

"Oh; shit! 8:00pm." I screamed as I threw myself down from the bed. I land on the floor with a loud thud and fly on my feet not minding the pains i felt below my waist.

"I'm late! I'm late." I chant as I ran to the mini bathroom I have.

I wore my clothes quickly as I ran to get a taxi.

"Love's night club." I wave down to the cab I saw.

I should have taken a bus but i'm damn late to wait for a bus now I had to took the expensive taxi.

"$12." He replied curtly and I feel like slapping his mouth.

"Should I pay $9." I bargained.

"$12 or I would zoom off." He answered sharply. I got in not arguing with him anymore. I'm late than ever. All the man would have been taking by my colleagues.

Oh! don't mind my stupidity.

I work at a very popular night club down the street, not a very decent job but I fucking love it.

I chose to work as a call girl at a night club to fed myself and I derived so much joy from it, it take me nothing to get a man with my curvy shape.

"9:00pm!" I heard the driver curse.

"Wtf!!" I screamed out loudly.

"Hey! Are you okay?" He snapped as he parked at the buzzing club.

I rush down jamming the door very loudly.

"Hey, won't you give me my money." He yelled coming down after me

Oh, my bad!

"Here!" I passed and rushed in.

The place was buzzing as usual, strippers dancing on stage and some are giving a lap dance to some men. Some are kissing and even having sex without wondering if they are watched by hundreds. I may be a call girl but I didn't have sex when watched by many.

I'm so late. I cussed.

"Hey! May-may T." I wave at the short plum african woman. She is the owner of this place.

"My name is mama T." She corrected me again, I never get pronunciation of her name correct.

I smile and Sat down on the bar stool.

"Amanda the curvy girl." She hail as usual.

"May may T." I tease and she frowned.

"Anyway, why are you late?" She questioned.

"Is it not one stupid sleep that makes me, hope there is still anyone left for me?" I asked eagerly.

"Girl, you come too late o." She said in her usual africa accent.

"Shit!" I curse.

"Guess i'm not lucky today, give me a very strong wine." I demands. I have to enjoy myself since I didn't have anyone to attend to today.

She place a bottle and a cup at my front.

"Meh meh T." She was called by another customer which she frown at the pronunciation of her name.

I didn't know the reason she never wanted to change her name. I mean who still go with the same old name.

I squeeze my face at the strong feeling of the drinks on my taste bud. Gosh! So strong and damn bitter.

"Ugh!" I squeeze my face with my tougue out.

I want something strong not something bitter.

***

I struggle to stand on my feet, I could feel my eyes going in circle, I was so tipsy and I need to get home.

I move some steps and find myself sitting on the floor.

"I'm going to get home." I yelled but got covered by the loud music.

I stood up and walk wobbly out of the club.

"Hey look at where you are going?" I yelled at the drunk man who bumbed into me.

"Would you have..a.. night...me?" He bulp loudly out my face.

"Of course, that's my job." I replied with a giggle to the drunk stranger.

"Follow me." He said as he dragged me towards his car.

"Hey; you!" I pointed with my fingers point out and staggered toward him.

"Can you drive?" I asked opening the car door.

"We can't die." He replied getting in.

"Hey! That is not where the car key is fixed." I said with an half closed eyes.

"Keep...shut." He snapped as he started the car.

**

He park the car in front of a big building I couldn't recognize.

I stepped down after him and walk wobbly behind his drunk self.

He said something to a girl we met at the place and she lead us to a room.

*******

Next morning

I rubbed my eyes tightly as I groaned lazily. I stood up suddenly as yesterday event suddenly rushed in to my head.

"Gosh!" I slammed my hand on my forehead.

But who is the stranger I ended up with last night.

I'm never getting drunk again. I thought as I rubbed my temple.

I saw some bundles of dollars on the bed and a happy shout left my mouth.

I grabbed the money and wore my old clothes. Guess being drunk pays.

Damon's POV

"How many times have I told you not to drank again." My best friend joe rant at me.

He traced me to the hotel this morning and dragged me here, I didn't even know who I had a night with. All I could remember is that she was blonded.

"I'm talking to you." He snapped at my face.

"I would stop, can you just leave me now." I said softly not in for any nagging from him, I walked away from him.

He act so much like mommy.

"Come back here!" He yelled as he trailed behind me.

What did I said.