Walking down the empty street from work, is something I always do. I work as a stripper in a nightclub. The only way I can afford to pay rent in Miami. I live a few blocks away from where I currently am, but something is different tonight. The hair in my neck are rising. I can feel someone watching me. I clutch my purse closer to my waist and start to walk faster. WhenI reach my door, I grab my keys from the side pocket of my Gucci bag and place them in the lock. I open the door and shut it before running to the elevator and calling for it. When it finally come down to the first floor, I hurry inside and press the button to the top floor. I rent one of the penthouse suites. When the doors ding open, I hurry out and down the hallway to my door and unlock it. Cold sweat is running down my ba
