When Opposite Worlds Collide

CHAPTER ONE

Valencia Slade was a strikingly gorgeous young Black woman, but also a woman who had many emotional issues. Her mother Darla died of leukemia when ‘Val’ was 8, thus robbing her of the only loving soul that (to the present) she had ever known. With no family to take her in; Val was forced into the foster care system and grew up bouncing between foster homes, never staying anywhere long enough to forge any meaningful bonds with anyone. Upon graduation from high school, the Gregory family, whose foster care she was under at the time helped Val to secure a (low paying) job and allowed her to stay on with them long enough to earn the necessary escrows needed for the teenaged beauty to rent a small 1 bedroom, ground floor, inner city apartment and turn on her utilities. At the tender age of 17 Val was fending for herself and realizing the harsh realities of life on one’s own.

The money she earned at her $7.50 an hour warehouse job was nowhere near enough to cover her basic living expenses (even with overtime) and certainly afforded her no frills or luxuries of any kind, and Val knew she had to somehow increase her income.

5 months into her warehouse job, Val engaged in a lunch break chat one Monday afternoon with a very pretty 21 year old African-American girl and co-worker named Quanda Dixon. “Dis’ seven fifty an hour bullshit aint cuttin’ it for me Quanda, I gotta’ make some extra ends, I gotta’ git’ a second job. How do you be keepin’ yourself so together, you always wearin’ cute clothes, you got a ‘phat’ ass’ ride (making mention to Quanda’s late model, shiny red IROC Z-28), whachu’ be

doin’ Gurl’”?

“You ever heard-a’ da’ ‘Chocolate Sundae’ Val”, replied the shapely, honey brown hued Quanda.

“Yeah, dat’s one-a’ dem’ strip clubs somewhere in da’ city…….aint it”?

“Yeah it sure is Val……..I dance dere’ on a lotta’ weekends. Da’ money is jus’ fabulous. I only keep dis’ gig so me an’ my boys (referring to her 4 and 1 year old sons) can have da’ benefits……You pretty an’ you got a nice body Val……..you should audition. Dey’ always on da’ lookout for new talent, I can set it up if you want me to”.

“I don’t know bout’ dat’ Quanda……I’ll hafta’ think on dat’ one”.

“Well, let me know….I’ll even give you some tips on what dey’ll be lookin’ for. On da’ real…..…..ya’ need ta’ come on in an’ make dat’ money Gurl’…….I be clockin’ a grip…………. Despite da’ fact dat’ I aint got a man, a sista’ an’ hers aint wantin’ for shit…..ya’ here me”?

Alone in her bedroom later that evening and listening to her radio, Val reflected on her lunch room chat with Quanda and wondered if she really had what it took to be an exotic dancer. After brushing her long black hair in front of her full length mirror, Val stripped down to her birthday suit and began an intensive assessment of her nakedness.

Her nudity was pleasing to the eye of any interested observer. Standing at 5’9”, she weighed 136 flawlessly sculpted Lbs. and had no body fat to speak of. She had a velvety smooth, dark coco skin tone that covered a splendid set of 36C breasts that were without fault, thick, rock solid, curvy thighs that led up to a shapely, firm behind, and her stomach was flat and rippled. After examining herself in the mirror for a short time, Val began to dance seductively to the Evelyn Champagne King tune Kisses Don’t Lie that was playing on the radio, and decided then and there to audition to be an exotic dancer at the Chocolate Sundae Gentleman’s Club.