Free Fiending for His Love by Angel Williams Page A

and had no worries at all. She smelled the fresh scent of moola before any of it was thrown at her.
    The doctor told Michelle no working for at least four to six weeks but he’d been talking gibberish to her. There was no way that she was going to miss out on her money and it was the weekend in too, which meant more money! He was out of his mind. When the other dancers saw Michelle walking through the doors they instantly became sick. None of them had seen her since she’d had her surgery, but through their boss they all heard about her procedure.
    The competition was now on, but unfortunately Michelle put the competition to rest.
    Michelle took her time changing into her dance attire, which wasn’t much of a change at all. She was either going to wear body paint for the night or next to nothing. She patiently waited for all the other dancers to clear the dressing room, tapping her manicured nails against the glass mirror that rested in front of her as she waited for the girls to leave. Man these hoes stay up in this dressing room chatting and shit. That’s the main reason why these bitches are broke now. Y’all hoes better get y’all little chump change now, because the baddest of the baddest is here, Michelle thought.
    She scanned the room and rolled her eyes. She got up and damn near stormed into the bathroom. She couldn’t get any privacy at the Platinum. Standing in front of the mirror she stared back at her reflection. She sure as hell wasn’t the same girl she was just over a year ago. Everything had changed about her. She was debating whether or not she should change her name, since she’d changed everything else. She no longer had the desire to be the same Michelle that everyone used to make fun of.
    “Fuck that shit! I’m Michelle all day, every day. I been a bad chick,” Michelle tried to convinced herself. She stared at the small scars that were on the left and right sides of her stomach; scars that had changed her life dramatically, for the better. Beauty is pain , she convinced herself as she rubbed a tad of concealer on her scars.
    She went into her bag retrieving her goodies. The thought of how high she was going to be caused her to smile. She emptied the goodies out onto the mirror. Rolling up a $100 bill, she thought about all the money that she was about to make. All she could see was her pending high and dollar signs. After snorting a few lines she was ready compete her mission: to get money.
    Michelle peeped out of the door and noticed Yummy on the stage working the pole.
    Man, that fat hoe needs to get a damn membership to Planet Fitness. She’s a fucking disgrace to this club. This is get money time, not exercise your abs time. The fuck. Michelle laughed to herself.
    Ever since her nose job, her breast implants, her ass shots, and her gastric bypass surgery you couldn’t tell her shit. She was a fat slob before? Hell no, she couldn’t remember her fat days even if you paid her to do so. Just how she used to be put down, she made sure she put everyone else down when she got the opportunity. Go head on, bitches. Do y’all thing before I get on the stage and put all y’all hoes to rest.
    Michelle’s slow jam came on and she seductively walked onto the stage, placing one leg in front of the other. She didn't even give the DJ a chance to share her introduction with the guests. This was her third week dancing and she already had an established fan base that came out just to watch her dance. A few months back she was introduced to Nick, the owner of Platinum, through a former friend. Nick instantly hired Michelle as a bartender at the club. Nick saw so much in Michelle and decided to make a small investment in her. After a few efforts to persuade her and a little convincing, Michelle was down to make the change. She only dreamed of being beautiful and never thought it could be possible. After her bypass surgery there was so many more things that she wanted to change. With Nick’s funds it was