Baby, I'mma Be Your Motivation

Maryse strutted down the runway of the strip club known as The Cat n Mouse. Maryse Ouellet was the star stripper, being a tall, blond, drop dead gorgeous French-Canadian vixen. She owned the stage, and anyone who tried to take her spotlight was kicked to the curb with her beauty. She was the most must-see stripper in New York City.
She knew there was a new girl coming... and Maryse hoped she was watching. Watching her work with the pole and with the crowd, taking money in her thong or between her teeth like a pro. She hoped this new girl would realize who was the Alpha in this town.

Giovanna, more commonly know as Gia, entered the club, her new place of work. She was average height, but her curly brown-blonde hair paired with her jade green eyes and high cheek bones made up for it. She was gorgeous, to say the least. She had been a stripper for years, but her personality clashed with those who employed her. Therefore, she had many jobs. She hoped she could keep this one, but didn't expect to.

As she walked through the club, she saw a beautiful, tall, blonde working the pole and licked her lips. Gia often had sexual relations with tons of people, men and women alike. But this one... Was almost as gorgeous as herself. And in her eyes, that was hard to accomplish. She eyed the blonde as she walked by, heading for the back. Yes, this job was going to be interesting.

Maryse finished her dance and collected her tips. Over a thousand. like always. But she gave a good share to her boss, Dave. She shrugged. She'd have enough to make her rent at least. She counted her tips as she walked through the back to her dressing room when she bumped into someone. SHe looked down and saw an unfamiliar face. This must be the new girl.
"Regardez où vous allez!" Maryse snapped.

Gia stumbled a bit, but caught herself thanks her incredible balance. She looked at the blonde she saw earlier when she yelled at her in French. "Whoa, there. First off, yelling at me in French is not going to get you anywhere, so don't do it. It won't end well for you. Second, I don't know what the fuck you just said, and honestly, I don't give a fuck," Gia said, shrugging. She pushed past her, dropping her bag in a free space.

Maryse scoffed at this new girl. Who did she think she was, talking to her like that? "Salope!" She sneered, smirking before strutting towards her dressing room, swaying her sexy hips a little as a teasing gesture.

Gia rolled her eyes. "Stupid, stuck up bitch," she muttered as she stripped, pitting on her bra and panties, then her little outfit. She looked at herself in the mirror and started to do her make up, which she was pro at.

Maryse changed out of her outfit and into her bar tending outfit. She was the only dancer with a tending license, she usually worked the bar after dancing. Her outfit was till revealing, tiny booty shirt and a cropped shirt revealing her tan, flat stomach. She worked the bar while the patrons awaited the next show.

Gia took a deep breath when she finished her make up. She looked at herself in a mirror with a small smile. She was always nervous when she started at a new place, but she had confidence in her skill I'm her craft. She knew she would do great.

Maryse poured drinks, glancing up when the next show started. She pursed her lips, knowing it was that new girl. She rolled her eyes. No girl was a good as her. It was a known fact around the club. Maryse was the best there was, the best there is, and the best there ever will be.

Gia took a deep breath before walking out, a sultry smirk on her face. She started to do her thing, which came completely natural to her. On the pole, on the floor, on her feet. She was pro. She always became must see where Evers she worked. She became the most asked for and she ate it up. She lived the spotlight almost as much as she loved herself. She took the money given to her, in her bra, teeth, panties, hand. Anyway she could. She had a background in dance and was in great shape, so she was a perfect stripper.

Maryse eyed the brunette on stage. She was good, Maryse would give her that... maybe a little too good. She huffed and continued to pour drinks. Maryse did not appreciate the spotlight being taken off her. Maryse had done a little gymnastics, modeling, and even a couple pornagraphies, which could be found online. She did a little bit of everything, therefore she did everything in this kind of life.

Gia walked backstage with her money, smiling. She was panting and had a sheen of sweat coating her mostly exposed body. She had made a decent amount of money, not what she was used to. Gia never did anything big, like porn or modeling but she never felt the need. She made the money she needed, and liked it that way. The biggest she had done was dancing and some singing in a music video... Or twenty.

Maryse finished her shift and it was time to head home. She went to the back and changed out of her uniform into her normal cloths. She bumped into that girl again. But this time, she eyed her up and down. "You did good." She said simply in her thick accent before heading toward the door. Maryse never complimented anybody... ever. So that was big coming from her.

Gia shrugged. She was used to the compliment so it didn't really faze her. She knew she was good. She didn't need to be told, though she liked being told. She loved compliments.

Maryse got in her car and drove to her apartment. It was small, but it was enough for her. She only made so much living on a stripper's salary. But what she hated most about it was the loneliness. She hated being a lone. But in her line of work... it was hard to make even friends, let alone a lover.

Gia sighed and gathered her stuff, sliding on her sneakers. She had a long walk to the hotel she was staying at. She walked down the street, hugging her sweatshirt close to her as a chilly breeze swept over her. She sighed, wishing she didn't have to walk.

As Maryse drove, she noticed a familiar face waking on the sidewalk. She realized it was the new girl. She sighed, feeling like doing her good deed for the month and pulled over next to the girl, rolling down her window. "You want ride?" She asked the girl.

Gia looked over and smiled small-y. "Thanks," she nodded as she got in the car, putting her stuff in her lap.

Maryse nodded and started to drive again. "What is your name, by the way?" She asked, her blue eyes on the road.

"Giovanna Bianca. But you can call me Gia," Gia introduced with small smile. "How about you?"

"Maryse Ouellet." Maryse said, naturally rolling her r's slightly. "Where are you living?" She asked.

"The Mariot Hotel," Gia replied, biting her lip as she looks out the window. She leaned her head against the window, feeling exhausted.

Maryse raised a brow. "Why are you staying at a hotel? You have no place to live? If you do no mind my asking." She said.

Gia shrugged. "I'm new to the city. And I'm sure I won't be here long, so I don't feel like going through the drama of getting an apartment," she said offhandedly.

Maryse nodded slowly. "Ah. Well, if you want you can stay at my place. I have spare room. It is better and cheaper than a hotel room." She said, the offer flying out of her mouth before she could stop it. What was with all the niceness today? It was freaking her out.