The Personal Stripper (1)

It was one of the worse days for Jessie, and the pressure was getting more than she could handle soon. There was the possibility of her being homeless after all. It was a really rough day, which distracted her from doing a lot of important things.

Aside from her rent being late, Jessie’s car insurance was due as well. Not to mention her waitress job at the truck stop wasn't cutting it.

She was tired of taking orders, and her feet and back hurt. Jessie was only twenty-two years old and already felt like an old hag. She just wanted to go home, if not the fact that she needed to earn money to keep it.

Home. Some home. Jessie’s trailer was raggedy, almost as raggedy as her car.

Her ex-husband was a stalking bastard, and her family had shunned me, the dirty whore. There was no help when Jessie needed it. She just did what she had to do to get by.

Work was a drag. Jessie was one out of two black waitresses, and they had a black cook, but it w