She's my Stripper, He's my Stalker

My name is Chloe, and ever since I was born I never imagined that my life would take an unexpected turn.

Working as a striper in Gold peak club. I am still astonished at how I got there. Although it not a life that I chose for myself, but I needed to survive.

I've been criticized by friends and families, each of them with thier point of view but I needed to back my adult self up with finances, so I paid deaf ears to their shenanigans.

Before I became one, I despised all those who did this job, this was because of how i was brought up. To me they were ladies who tarnished their image and self worth, by selling themselves to viewers, dancing half naked I'm the eyes of men. But when i had nothing and when all doors were locked ,this job which i depised so much opened all close doors for me so i embraced it.

what i love more about my job is that me being a stripper doesn't mean i sell myself to men ,but that's what people get wrong and don't even bother listening to my explanations, not that i care anymore i love myself and what matter's is that am happy.

I finished my shift at the club and walked out into the night, feeling a familiar sense of fear rising within me. It's been happening for a few weeks now - this feeling of someone watching me, following me. I try not to look back or show any fear, but it's keeps harder and harder each day.

As I walk down the deserted street, I can feel my pulse racing. Suddenly, I hear footsteps behind me, and my heart skips a beat. I turn around sharply, but there's no one there. I shake my head, chiding myself for being paranoid, and keep walking.

Finally, I reach my apartment building and let out a sigh of relief. I fumble for my keys and unlock the front door, quickly stepping inside and locking it behind me. I lean against the door, taking a moment to calm down, when something catches my eye.

There, on the wall opposite me, is a message scrawled in bold, black letters: "I'm watching you."

i sat on the ground with a loud thud ;

My heart pounds in my chest as I stare at the ominous message on the wall. My first thought is to call the police, but something stops me. I can't explain it, but I feel like there's more to this than meets the eye. I feel like I'm being drawn into something, and I don't know if I can resist.

I try to shake off the feeling and head to my bedroom, but as I pass the window, I catch a glimpse of someone standing outside. It's too dark to see who it is, but I can feel their eyes on me, watching me.

I freeze, wondering what to do. Should I call the police? Should I confront them? Or should I ignore them and hope that they go away?

As I stand there, paralyzed with fear, the person outside makes a move. I hear the sound of someone trying to force open the window, and I realize that I'm in danger. I run to the closet and grab a baseball bat, feeling a sense of power as I hold it in my hands.

I slowly approach the window, ready to strike, but when I peer outside, I see a familiar face. It's him - the man who's been following me.

"Why are you doing this?" I shout, my voice trembling with anger and fear.

He doesn't say anything, just stands there, watching me with a strange intensity. I feel a mixture of fear and fascination, unsure of what he wants or what he's capable of. I also notice how handsome he looks, i took a breath in and let my eye lingers on his face one more time until he made a movement and left silently. I felt my heart calm down a bit.

But as i thought of how he just stood outside my window, I realize that my life will never be the same again. I'm caught in a dangerous game, and I don't know who my enemy or my ally is. All I know is that I have to be careful and stay alive - no matter what.

The next day, I walk into the strip club, feeling on edge. I can't stop thinking about the man outside my window, and I wonder if he's still watching me. I scan the room, trying to see if I can spot him, but there are too many people. I took and excuse and went home saying i wasn't feeling well so my boss granted me permission,I got home feeling so weak and dizzy". i saw no signs of him and I decided to sleep and clear my mind so i can work tomorrow.;

" The new day arrived so fast".

Chloe walks into the strip club she feels so many eyes watching her:

Then she sees Jessica who smirks at her jealousy

Chloe goes on stage and do her normal dance routine and gain more attention than before

While dancing she felt two pair of eyes watching her so intently.

As I start to dance on stage, I feel my heart racing. I can't shake the feeling that someone is watching me - not just the usual clients, but someone with a sinister intent. I try to push the thought out of my mind and focus on my routine, but it's hard.

After my shift is over, I gather my things and hurry out of the club, not wanting to stick around any longer than I have to.As I step outside, a hand grabs my arm, and I scream. It's him - the man from last night. He looks at me with intensity, and I feel a strange attraction towards him - even though I know he's dangerous.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask again, feeling more frightened than ever.

He leans in close to my ear and whispers, "I'm protecting you."He's he crazy

From what exactly ";The man disappears into the night as suddenly as he appeared, and I'm left standing there in shock. Protecting me? From what? And why?